Beloved – [Str8][Les][prost][lac]

“The cows have come and have brought us good fortune. In our stalls, contented, may they stay! May they bring forth calves for us, many-coloured, giving milk for Indra each day. You make, O cows, the thin man sleek; to the unlovely you bring beauty. Rejoice our homestead with pleasant lowing. In our assemblies we laud your vigour.” – The Rig Veda

Dearest Priya,

I know that you can never read this letter. Even if I could find you again, it is forbidden for me to touch pen and paper. Such things are not permitted for temple girls. I feel that I must try, though, to set down these thoughts which are buzzing in my head like flies. A girl was attacked earlier this week. I heard it on the radio. She was a tourist from Sweden, and a group of men attacked her in a temple in Dhar. They held her down and they took turns with her. Nobody will find them of course. The newspapers are aflame with anger, but listen on the street corners and you will hear people say “oh, she was improperly dressed, she showed her breasts and legs, ants will go where the sugar is.”

A Fresh Kick Up The Pants [MF]

There it is was – the mockup of the glass castle. The scene was set in September 1980 during the sessions for the “Ship to Shore” album. It was the first time Stephen and I had worked together so closely. So close we became involved in something akin to phone sex. Without the phone and with it being face to face with no physical contact whatsoever. Naughty Kitty and Stephen! When I think about it now, of course, it was something we shouldn’t have done. As I watched on, I found it so intense. A tear rolled down the side of my face. I walked away for a break and my phone rang…

*”Good afternoon, Minnie.”*

*“I would hate to be annoying, but are you okay, Kitty?”*

*“Oh, my…Lucas Botham is so Stephen Wilcox. Jonquil reacts to Lucas the same way I react to Stephen. I have often wondered…does Jonquil see in these men what I saw in mine?”*

*“Probably not, they are just acting. Acting must be so hard. All this pretend and you may not even like the person. May not even be attracted to him. Does Jonquil have a type?”*

Shoe Slut 3

I couldn’t take them off. They had caught my eye as I walked past a designer shoe store in the mall. It was so innocent, I had gone to pick up a parcel for my mother and there they were. It couldn’t hurt to try them on, could it? They were incredible. The pink matte surface was clean and looked perfect with my skin tone, I just couldn’t resist. The six inch heels made my calves stand out beautifully, my legs looked like a supermodel and my posture made my ass so round and perky. The two inch platforms gave me the height I had always wanted. The cute peep toes revealed my beautifully french pedicured toenails. There was nothing about this pair of heavenly shoes that wasn’t perfect.
I must have tried them on for over half an hour in the store, the girl behind the counter had asked me twice if I needed assistant and I just brushed her off and admired my lovely feet. I sat for a few more moments, debating internally with myself. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to have them and as I stared at the nearly thousand dollar price tag I realized what I would have to do.
‘Bill…I need to talk to you.’ I texted him and hit send with my teeth grinding from nervousness. I tapped the toes of the Lady Peeps against the tile floor nervously as I awaited his reply. Finally after about five painful minutes of waiting, I heard the familiar ding sound from my phone.
‘I’m listening.’ Came his response.
‘I found this gorgeous pair of shoes! They’re just beautiful and, well here let me show them to you.’ I replied. I snapped a picture of my feet in the shoes and sent the picture to Bill.
‘How much’ was his only comment. I typed in the price and sat silently with my thumb over the ‘send’ button. I knew that if he bought me these shoes I would owe him. They were the most expensive pair I had come across and I was afraid of what he would want in return for such an extravagant gift. After a few anxious moments I sent the price and immediately my phone sounded.
‘Put it on my credit card Kendal. Once you have them, come on over to my place.’ My God. What did he want from me? I removed the shoes and placed them gingerly into their box. I walked with them to the encounter and gave the girl his credit card number from memory as I responded to his generous reply.
‘What do I have to do? I mean…what do you want from me for this?’ No Response. My feet were itching in my old, worn out flats, just begging to return to their Pink Patent home. They deserved this, they needed it. I finished the transaction and made my way to my car in the mall parking lot, the most fabulous shoes locked up in their box in a plastic bag hanging from my wrist. My mind was racing with possibilities. What did he want me to do for these shoes? What would I have to reduce myself to for the gift of beautiful feet? These were very expensive, more so than any other pair he had bought me so far. He must want something more than just pictures this time, but what? I was filled with fear, curiosity and intrigue.
I arrived at Bill’s house and shuffled my way to the door. Anxiety made my cheeks as pink as my new shoes. I knocked on the front door and my stomach turned as Bill opened the door and gestured me inside. I sheepishly entered and began walking towards the couch when Bill stopped me. He grasped my hand and without a word he led me to the bedroom. I followed instinctively and we sat on the bed together, Bill fishing through my shopping bag and pulling out the shoes that had brought me here.
Bill knelt in front of me and placed the Lady Peeps over my aching arches. They felt like tall pink clouds hugging my toes. I gasped as he ran his hands up my smooth legs and spread my knees apart. He slipped his fingers underneath my denim shorts and grazed my moistened panties. I flinched and tried to push his hands away.
“Bill, I just can’t do that again, I was so…ashamed after the last time. I just dont think I can bring myself to do that again. I’ll Do anything to pay you back…pictures, cleaning, I just don’t want to do anything sexual. Please Bill…” I pleaded, clenching my knees together. His sweet smile turned into an evil smirk and he pushed me back on the bed. Before I could protest he grabbed onto the waist of my shorts and pulled them down, my panties coming off with them. He yanked my shorts from around my feet, shoes still curved perfectly around my heels. He tossed my bottoms across the room and I was left laying on his bed on my back, naked pussy dripping onto his comforter.
“Bill, no, please I just don’t think I can do this again!” I protested. Bill stood at the end of the bed and looked down at my helpless, half naked body as he dropped his pants. I felt like such a toy. My cunt was aching and ready, though I didn’t want to admit it. Bill grabbed my legs and lifted my feet in front of his face. He caressed the firm pink shells that surrounded my feet and rotated my ankles, showing me what he had given me. I inhaled sharply as I was reminded of what I was working for. As my eyes focuses on the Barbie heels that I so adored, Bill entered me. But, it wasn’t my gushing pussy that he was interested in.
I felt his thick, hard manhood push hard against my tight ass hole unexpectedly. I gasped and clenched every muscle in my body, letting out a surprised yelp as I tried to push him away.
“Bill! No, you know I can’t do anal!” I shouted, trying to squirm backwards away from him. It was no use, he held my legs up with one hand wrapped around my ankles, and the other hand gripped onto my hip and thrusted again into me.
“Ha!” He laughed at my pain “a thousand fucking dollars for these and you actually think you have a say in the matter? Haha I’ll fuck any hole I want and you will fucking like it, slut!”
Pain shot through me like a knife stabbing through flesh. Searing pain radiated through me as he penetrated my taught, dry hole. He didn’t care about my begging or my screams of pain, he pressed himself against my firm ass and pushed further. Deeper. I howled and groaned, teeth clenched and white knuckles clasped around his hands trying to pry him away. It was no use. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it.
“Bill! Please!” I screamed, trying to fight him away but weakened from the stinging pain. Tears welled in my eyes and my dry throat cracked and I sobbed. He gripped my thighs and pounded my aching ass hole without a single thought to my discomfort and fear. He groaned and moaned in pleasure as he humped my ass, his dry cock rubbing against my burning skin. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the hard soles of my shoes. His jaw was tight and his teeth were grinding together as he came closer and closer to climax. I was horrified, afraid, friction swelling my anus.
“Mm shit girl, you love being my dirty little cum whore don’t you? You know these shoes are worth it, you love being just a hole for me to blow my load in because that’s all you’re good for!” He laughed as he thrusted hard, his balls slapping against my ass.
I couldn’t believe this was happening, I thought that all I had wanted was a pair of shoes but a pat of me knew that I had wanted this. A part of me know that all I was in this world was a hole for him to cum in. I was a slut, a whore, a prostitute to be used and abused and raped and then thrown away. I was just a set of holes for him to fuck and then toss aside, a plaything. As dry and painful as it felt, my oussy still gushed at the idea of being his fuck toy. I stared up at my shoes as he raped my stinging ass hole, the sight of them brought me comfort. I closed my eyes and my hands dropped to my side, resting on the bed. I laid still and allowed Bill to use me as a sex toy, not making a sound. I just imagined walking through the streets in my new shoes, the knowing glares of passers by as they watch my tilted stride. They will know what I was, they will know what I did for these shoes. They will know as the cum drips from my ass and down my thighs as I walk, and I will smile.
“Fuck, oh fuck yeah Kendal I’m gonna fill that ass up!” He grunted, shaking me from my fantasy. I was ready, I wanted it. The pain never let up as his pace quickened but now I welcomed it. I moaned quietly so as not to let him now the pleasure I felt, tears still falling from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I looked up at Bills red face and as he neared orgasm, the shame crashed over me like a wave meeting the shore. His cruel smile pierced my soul and I couldn’t stand it anymore. No shoes were worth reducing myself to this, how could I be such a filthy whore?
“N-no, Bill no! Oh God please dont I can’t do this! It hurts!” I screamed to him, my fingers grasping at his clenched hands trying to free my legs from his grasp. But it was too late. I was not a woman anymore. I was a shoe slut only meant for his pleasure.
“Oooh shit! Yeah baby take that load like a good little cum dumpster!” He groaned as he released his creamy load deep inside me. I felt his juices gushing out of my raw hole, soaking the bed underneath me. He let out one last moan and then smacked my ass hard as he pulled his softened cock from my stretched sphincter.
I felt his cum dribble from my gaping ass as I laid in shock, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Bill wiped the last drop of cum off of the tip of his cock onto my thigh. He pulled his pants up and smoothed his shirt.
“Clean yourself up and close the door when you leave baby. Text me for your next pair of shoes.” He said, strutting out of the bedroom door.
“I’m not doing this again…” I muttered. “I don’t want to see you ever again, Bill.” My eyes welled with tears, but not from pain, from humiliation. I felt used. But more than that, I felt like less of a person. It killed me how much I enjoyed being held down and fucked like nothing more than an object. I just needed to be strong, to separate myself from all of this. I couldn’t do it again.
I sat up carefully, my aching hole so tender. I sat on the end of the bed in a puddle of cum and sweat and stared at him as he leaned against the door frame.
“Hmm, text me for your next pair, Kendal.” He repeated and turned away, leaving me half naked and alone in his bedroom. I looked down at my pink peeps and sobbed into my hands.
So pretty.

Shoe Slut 3

I couldn’t take them off. They had caught my eye as I walked past a designer shoe store in the mall. It was so innocent, I had gone to pick up a parcel for my mother and there they were. It couldn’t hurt to try them on, could it? They were incredible. The pink matte surface was clean and looked perfect with my skin tone, I just couldn’t resist. The six inch heels made my calves stand out beautifully, my legs looked like a supermodel and my posture made my ass so round and perky. The two inch platforms gave me the height I had always wanted. The cute peep toes revealed my beautifully french pedicured toenails. There was nothing about this pair of heavenly shoes that wasn’t perfect.
I must have tried them on for over half an hour in the store, the girl behind the counter had asked me twice if I needed assistant and I just brushed her off and admired my lovely feet. I sat for a few more moments, debating internally with myself. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to have them and as I stared at the nearly thousand dollar price tag I realized what I would have to do.
‘Bill…I need to talk to you.’ I texted him and hit send with my teeth grinding from nervousness. I tapped the toes of the Lady Peeps against the tile floor nervously as I awaited his reply. Finally after about five painful minutes of waiting, I heard the familiar ding sound from my phone.
‘I’m listening.’ Came his response.
‘I found this gorgeous pair of shoes! They’re just beautiful and, well here let me show them to you.’ I replied. I snapped a picture of my feet in the shoes and sent the picture to Bill.
‘How much’ was his only comment. I typed in the price and sat silently with my thumb over the ‘send’ button. I knew that if he bought me these shoes I would owe him. They were the most expensive pair I had come across and I was afraid of what he would want in return for such an extravagant gift. After a few anxious moments I sent the price and immediately my phone sounded.
‘Put it on my credit card Kendal. Once you have them, come on over to my place.’ My God. What did he want from me? I removed the shoes and placed them gingerly into their box. I walked with them to the encounter and gave the girl his credit card number from memory as I responded to his generous reply.
‘What do I have to do? I mean…what do you want from me for this?’ No Response. My feet were itching in my old, worn out flats, just begging to return to their Pink Patent home. They deserved this, they needed it. I finished the transaction and made my way to my car in the mall parking lot, the most fabulous shoes locked up in their box in a plastic bag hanging from my wrist. My mind was racing with possibilities. What did he want me to do for these shoes? What would I have to reduce myself to for the gift of beautiful feet? These were very expensive, more so than any other pair he had bought me so far. He must want something more than just pictures this time, but what? I was filled with fear, curiosity and intrigue.
I arrived at Bill’s house and shuffled my way to the door. Anxiety made my cheeks as pink as my new shoes. I knocked on the front door and my stomach turned as Bill opened the door and gestured me inside. I sheepishly entered and began walking towards the couch when Bill stopped me. He grasped my hand and without a word he led me to the bedroom. I followed instinctively and we sat on the bed together, Bill fishing through my shopping bag and pulling out the shoes that had brought me here.
Bill knelt in front of me and placed the Lady Peeps over my aching arches. They felt like tall pink clouds hugging my toes. I gasped as he ran his hands up my smooth legs and spread my knees apart. He slipped his fingers underneath my denim shorts and grazed my moistened panties. I flinched and tried to push his hands away.
“Bill, I just can’t do that again, I was so…ashamed after the last time. I just dont think I can bring myself to do that again. I’ll Do anything to pay you back…pictures, cleaning, I just don’t want to do anything sexual. Please Bill…” I pleaded, clenching my knees together. His sweet smile turned into an evil smirk and he pushed me back on the bed. Before I could protest he grabbed onto the waist of my shorts and pulled them down, my panties coming off with them. He yanked my shorts from around my feet, shoes still curved perfectly around my heels. He tossed my bottoms across the room and I was left laying on his bed on my back, naked pussy dripping onto his comforter.
“Bill, no, please I just don’t think I can do this again!” I protested. Bill stood at the end of the bed and looked down at my helpless, half naked body as he dropped his pants. I felt like such a toy. My cunt was aching and ready, though I didn’t want to admit it. Bill grabbed my legs and lifted my feet in front of his face. He caressed the firm pink shells that surrounded my feet and rotated my ankles, showing me what he had given me. I inhaled sharply as I was reminded of what I was working for. As my eyes focuses on the Barbie heels that I so adored, Bill entered me. But, it wasn’t my gushing pussy that he was interested in.
I felt his thick, hard manhood push hard against my tight ass hole unexpectedly. I gasped and clenched every muscle in my body, letting out a surprised yelp as I tried to push him away.
“Bill! No, you know I can’t do anal!” I shouted, trying to squirm backwards away from him. It was no use, he held my legs up with one hand wrapped around my ankles, and the other hand gripped onto my hip and thrusted again into me.
“Ha!” He laughed at my pain “a thousand fucking dollars for these and you actually think you have a say in the matter? Haha I’ll fuck any hole I want and you will fucking like it, slut!”
Pain shot through me like a knife stabbing through flesh. Searing pain radiated through me as he penetrated my taught, dry hole. He didn’t care about my begging or my screams of pain, he pressed himself against my firm ass and pushed further. Deeper. I howled and groaned, teeth clenched and white knuckles clasped around his hands trying to pry him away. It was no use. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it.
“Bill! Please!” I screamed, trying to fight him away but weakened from the stinging pain. Tears welled in my eyes and my dry throat cracked and I sobbed. He gripped my thighs and pounded my aching ass hole without a single thought to my discomfort and fear. He groaned and moaned in pleasure as he humped my ass, his dry cock rubbing against my burning skin. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the hard soles of my shoes. His jaw was tight and his teeth were grinding together as he came closer and closer to climax. I was horrified, afraid, friction swelling my anus.
“Mm shit girl, you love being my dirty little cum whore don’t you? You know these shoes are worth it, you love being just a hole for me to blow my load in because that’s all you’re good for!” He laughed as he thrusted hard, his balls slapping against my ass.
I couldn’t believe this was happening, I thought that all I had wanted was a pair of shoes but a pat of me knew that I had wanted this. A part of me know that all I was in this world was a hole for him to cum in. I was a slut, a whore, a prostitute to be used and abused and raped and then thrown away. I was just a set of holes for him to fuck and then toss aside, a plaything. As dry and painful as it felt, my oussy still gushed at the idea of being his fuck toy. I stared up at my shoes as he raped my stinging ass hole, the sight of them brought me comfort. I closed my eyes and my hands dropped to my side, resting on the bed. I laid still and allowed Bill to use me as a sex toy, not making a sound. I just imagined walking through the streets in my new shoes, the knowing glares of passers by as they watch my tilted stride. They will know what I was, they will know what I did for these shoes. They will know as the cum drips from my ass and down my thighs as I walk, and I will smile.
“Fuck, oh fuck yeah Kendal I’m gonna fill that ass up!” He grunted, shaking me from my fantasy. I was ready, I wanted it. The pain never let up as his pace quickened but now I welcomed it. I moaned quietly so as not to let him now the pleasure I felt, tears still falling from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I looked up at Bills red face and as he neared orgasm, the shame crashed over me like a wave meeting the shore. His cruel smile pierced my soul and I couldn’t stand it anymore. No shoes were worth reducing myself to this, how could I be such a filthy whore?
“N-no, Bill no! Oh God please dont I can’t do this! It hurts!” I screamed to him, my fingers grasping at his clenched hands trying to free my legs from his grasp. But it was too late. I was not a woman anymore. I was a shoe slut only meant for his pleasure.
“Oooh shit! Yeah baby take that load like a good little cum dumpster!” He groaned as he released his creamy load deep inside me. I felt his juices gushing out of my raw hole, soaking the bed underneath me. He let out one last moan and then smacked my ass hard as he pulled his softened cock from my stretched sphincter.
I felt his cum dribble from my gaping ass as I laid in shock, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Bill wiped the last drop of cum off of the tip of his cock onto my thigh. He pulled his pants up and smoothed his shirt.
“Clean yourself up and close the door when you leave baby. Text me for your next pair of shoes.” He said, strutting out of the bedroom door.
“I’m not doing this again…” I muttered. “I don’t want to see you ever again, Bill.” My eyes welled with tears, but not from pain, from humiliation. I felt used. But more than that, I felt like less of a person. It killed me how much I enjoyed being held down and fucked like nothing more than an object. I just needed to be strong, to separate myself from all of this. I couldn’t do it again.
I sat up carefully, my aching hole so tender. I sat on the end of the bed in a puddle of cum and sweat and stared at him as he leaned against the door frame.
“Hmm, text me for your next pair, Kendal.” He repeated and turned away, leaving me half naked and alone in his bedroom. I looked down at my pink peeps and sobbed into my hands.
So pretty.

I Lost My Virginity To A Prostitute In Amsterdam [MF]

When I was seventeen I went travelling around Europe. It was the first trip I had taken entirely on my own and I was having an amazing time – I guess I’m kind of a loner, present company excepted. I did meet people at hostels and on trains though, and in the course of talking to some guys I met in Germany I learned about the window brothels in Amsterdam.

I was amazed. I knew prostitutes existed, but I had *absolutely* no idea how you’d go about finding one. The fact that it was illegal back home had scared me out of ever trying. But, I was told, in Amsterdam not only was it legal, it was easy. The women hung around in windows and all you had to do was stroll up and knock. The idea that I could just go and do this and have the whole virginity situation taken care of in the space of half an hour was intoxicating.

[F] Watched my plump prostitute aunt shagging.

Years ago I [F40’s] had to go on a course up in Birmingham. To save a bit of cash I stayed with an aunt. I didn’t know her that well but she happily agreed to put me up for the week.

On the Thursday in the middle of the morning there was a power cut in the training building. After about an hour they decided to abort the morning session and agreed to reconvene after lunch. That gave me a good couple of hours, so instead of kicking about on a desolate industrial estate I decide to pop back to my aunts’ place.

I wasn’t expecting her home so just let myself in and put the kettle on. While I pottered about I cold hear a noise from upstairs. It was a rhythmic creaking noise. I could also hear some groaning.

I switched off the kettle so I could hear better. It was definitely the unmistakable sound of sex. Intrigued and getting turned on I had to investigate. If she had assumed so was not going to be disturbed she might have left her door open. I slipped off my shoes and began a slow quiet ascent of the stairs. As I approached the top of the stairs the sounds grew loader. I could hear her giving proper porn movie encouragement.

Fucking My High School Bully [Str8] [m/f] [prost] [Mdom] [reluc]

Blurb: *After years of torture at highschool, James or ‘Little-Dick-Jimmy’ gets his chance to make all of that time worth it by hatefucking his former bully.*

**Author’s Note:** *This is a story of rough sex and ‘hatefucking’. It is in no way a non-consensual story. I wanted to clarify this because I realise there are certain parts may seem like they’re hinting at a rape scenario, but that’s not the case at all. If rough sex, dirty talk, mild violence or hate-sex disturbs you, please do not read on. Otherwise, enjoy.*

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I wasn’t a popular guy in school. I was never any good at sports, I froze up when talking to most people, especially girls and I much preferred keeping to myself. It didn’t help that I was your fairly stereotypical-looking, geek kid. I had to wear braces throughout most of school, I was slim and fragile, and my bright Orange hair was fairly long and very curly, so I definitely stood out in a crowd. But hey, I didn’t have bad acne, so, I guess that was something.

Divide and Conquer

There was never an exact number on the amount of men she was prone to love. When I say love, I don’t mean as in true love, but as a lover. Her name, Katrina. You never wanted to leave your man alone with her on the balcony at a loud party in the City. Katrina would start slowly and her seduction was extremely effective. It wouldn’t be long before she was on her knees sucking every inch of your man’s cock in between her succulent lips while wrapping her tongue around the very shaft of his manhood while he quickly glanced around to ensure no one was watching or had noticed. Meanwhile, you were off getting drinks or in line to use the restroom. While the curtain to the balcony was parted anyone could have brushed it aside to enter, but not before the seductress finished her work and felt the warm fluid of his orgasm slide down her throat.

[TM] I Did A Live Cam Show On Campus Library As My Tutor Watched

(Hi Guys! So sorry for the long delay between posts. So many of you have flooded my messages and kik. I’m sorry for keeping you waiting! Taking and posting pics is so muuuuch easier than writing a long story. I’m lazy :P I love you guys though. Please upvote and leave a comment if you like the story, it keeps me motivated! -Aly)

So I keep getting asked to write more stories about my college sexual encounters, so here’s one of them that I think you guys will like!

I’m not too smart. Never was! Good thing I was at least a decent looking girl. Well actually I was born an Korean boy but if you’ve been reading my stories or following my Reddit page, you’d know that. I’d like to think I was pretty cute (but short 5’4) with a hint of sexiness (I like to show a little skin with all my outfits).

So when I first got into college, a professor set me and one of my sorority sisters (Julie) up with a math tutor. His name was Earl and he was this really nasty chubby Asian nerd. I don’t normally say bad things about nerds because I do find some of them attractive, but this guy was totally a blob. Greasy, super overweight and a slob. You can tell he really didn’t care much for himself.

Lassez Les Bon Temps Rouler

“Leave your bags at the desk at Lafitte’s Guest House at Bourbon and St. Phillip. They’ll take them up to the room when it’s ready. Wait in the lobby and I’ll meet you there when I can.”

That’s all his last message said, and she wasnt sure what to expect. She came, of course, but not without a slight pit in her stomach. She sat there, waiting, not knowing that to expect. She waited a long time. She looked at her dress, and felt her sexy underwear beneath it, and felt a mixture of excitement and fear.

When he came in, she jumped up expectantly, and ran over to embrace. He hugged back, but he wasn’t as exuberant as she was. He was calm,
measured and had an air of confidence bordering on arrogance.

He looked in her eyes, and held the gaze. “I’m really glad to see you. I’m going to give you the best day I can. One you’ll never forget. Let’s take a walk.” Something about him was cold, and serious. More so than she remembered. Not unkind, but not jovial either.