Milk Maids’ Coffee Bar and Restaurant (Part one) [FPOV]

My tits feel heavy and the nipples keep alternating between hard and soft as they feel the counter rub against them. I need feeding time, and now. I hear people ordering from my station, pressing espresso into the gasket and pouring the pumped milk stored in the fridge from the day before. I am not sure how good the breast milk lattes actually are, they’re too expensive to try and I’m not one for breaking the rules and trying one behind the boss’s back, but people rave about them. No, I think to myself as another small latte is ordered. Buy the fresh stuff. Let me get off. Let my back stop hurting.

And the more of yesterday’s supply they buy, the more we have to milk tonight. It’s not nearly as fun, but the way my nipples ache and swell from the pumping machine gets me off in a different way. The wind blows against my used up nipples from the opening front door, and hurts me, and also makes me feel so wet again. You could milk my pussy at this point, if it didn’t all pool and dry in my underwear.

The Capture of Valerie, Post Apocaylptic Story (slavery)(rape)(nonconsent)(NSFW)

(Part2 can be read at www.amaazingpages.wordpress.com)

It took a while for her eyes to adjust to the light in her new surroundings, but the first thing that Valerie had noticed upon waking was the smell of the damp that seeped all around this place and the sound of heavy rainfall hitting the lone small window that was just above her head.

From her surroundings Valerie guessed she was in a basement, above her through the wall she could hear what seemed to be excited laughter and conversation taking place, though she could not make out what was being said. Valerie did know however that she was tied up tight to a rusty pipe and lying on a strange, silk covered mattress on the floor, she also noticed that she was completely naked.

Her breath started to quicken as panic set in, the room was humid from the hot weather, and she was coated with sweat that was running all over her body.

‘Think Val…what happened!’ she thought to herself.

Watching My Daughter [Mf, masturbation]

This story is completely fictional.

Dads are supposed to be protective of their daughters. The stereotype is you wait in the living room when she has her first date and scare the holy hell out of the boy, insuring she’ll be safe and “virtuous” when she comes home. You set curfews and ask people out in the community to keep an eye out for the couple and make sure everything’s safe for your daughter. My own experience has been somewhat different. Oh, I want my daughter safe, and I’d do anything to protect her. But keeping her “virtuous” – that’s a very different matter.

Before you get the wrong idea you should know, I’m not a molester. I’ve never touched my daughter inappropriately or asked her to touch me. I’ve never talked dirty to her or made a pass or made her feel uncomfortable in any way. No one has a more protected, peaceful life than my daughter. And it shows in who she’s become. She’s a straight-A student, president of the student council, and a cheerleader. For her sixteenth birthday last month, we gave her a car. Nothing extravagant, but nice enough. All in all, she has nothing to complain about in her life.

Titty Fight[GG][competition]

‘The Grand Royal Hotel, New York City. Saturday evening, August 4th at seven o’clock.’ My challenge was issued over Twitter just this morning. I couldn’t stand to see this bimbo getting all the glory. Champion, my ass. She was nothing compared to me, all the twits that she had gone up against up until now were nothing like me. I knew that if I just had the chance, if I could just get her into a room and go head to head with her, that I could steal the Championship title for that prissy little bitch.

‘You’re on, skank.’ The response was simple and confident. Veronica, AKA the Jugg-ernaut, fell right into my lap. It was time to strip this twat of her title and name myself, Scarlet, the Tittie Terminator, the new North American Titty Fighting Champion.

The night had finally come. I had trained long and hard for this moment and though I had never before been defeated, neither had the Champion. I heard, through the grapevine, that Veronica had also been training intensely. She must be nervous. Worried that I will take her down just as I plan to do.

[MF] Handjob loving girl from work

I’ve written a few stories if you check my post history regarding Bec. At the time of these stories she was 20, one of the admin staff at work, and to describe her looks wise she has the most gorgeously cute face and a chubby yet curvy figure.

Anyway, I first met her on a camping trip with friends and work colleagues where we were destined to share a room while I tried to chase and get with another girl from the office who was your traditional stunner, albeit a brat and kind of arrogant.

Anyway it was during this week that Bec basically gave me handjob after handjob all week. After that we started hanging out where eventually she started to fuck, suck and of course, give these insane off the charts handjobs.

So recently (newsflash we are still together) we spent a weekend away where we went to a swingers party and spent basically the whole weekend naked. That’s a story for another post I think but there was a time over the weekend when I was utterly spent and she reminded me of the time early in our relationship when she first spent an entire weekend just focused on my cock. So I thought I’d recount it here. I apologise if I jump over the place.

[MF] [Foot Fetish] Chronicles of a Foot Model: Part II

*Thank you guys for all the kind words and the comments, it was very encouraging. An I welcome any comments and DMs as well. This is part two the chronicles……. I hope you enjoy….and as always please be gentle in your critiques.*

Enjoy,

FOF

**Chronicles of a Foot Model: Part II**

So…..Since the last exert, I have done some research online on the whole realm of foot fetish and all that it entails. I was at a loss though in my attempts to find information on women with pretty feet who actually enjoy having their feet “worshiped” as the foot fetish community calls it. May be I am an anomaly, which wouldn’t surprise me. I have spent most of my life being a bit different, and have been known to relish in this fact. I did learn that there are many facets to the foot fetish community, some of which did not interest me in the least. I figured why not educate myself, and store this information away to possibly be used at a later date.

Not a Sound, Final Part (Mf, Cheating, Ageplay, Risky, Oral)

After our brief tryst in the lounge things seemed to escalate between myself and Emma. I could no longer deny that what was happening between us was just sex, because we both knew we felt something. I do worry that perhaps those feelings are entirely based on a young, gorgeous girl being besotted with me, who makes me feel twenty years younger and has made me feel more virile than any time in my life. But then she is smart and funny too, I tell myself, and that’s plenty of reason to feel something back.

It’s definitely not because she’s some kind of nympho.

We start to fuck anywhere we can, meet anywhere we can. Our list, already full of dangerous liaisons that could get us both into a lot of trouble, extends to include the bathroom in a pub, a changing room in a department store and a house party hosted by one of her friends. The latter was the closest we’d come to being found out, as a teacher has no right to be in attendance at these parties and certainly has no right to be vigorously fucking someone half his age on the bed of said friend’s parents.

Not a Sound, Final Part (Mf, Cheating, Ageplay, Risky, Oral)

After our brief tryst in the lounge things seemed to escalate between myself and Emma. I could no longer deny that what was happening between us was just sex, because we both knew we felt something. I do worry that perhaps those feelings are entirely based on a young, gorgeous girl being besotted with me, who makes me feel twenty years younger and has made me feel more virile than any time in my life. But then she is smart and funny too, I tell myself, and that’s plenty of reason to feel something back.

It’s definitely not because she’s some kind of nympho.

We start to fuck anywhere we can, meet anywhere we can. Our list, already full of dangerous liaisons that could get us both into a lot of trouble, extends to include the bathroom in a pub, a changing room in a department store and a house party hosted by one of her friends. The latter was the closest we’d come to being found out, as a teacher has no right to be in attendance at these parties and certainly has no right to be vigorously fucking someone half his age on the bed of said friend’s parents.

Not a Sound, Final Part (Mf, Cheating, Ageplay, Risky, Oral)

After our brief tryst in the lounge things seemed to escalate between myself and Emma. I could no longer deny that what was happening between us was just sex, because we both knew we felt something. I do worry that perhaps those feelings are entirely based on a young, gorgeous girl being besotted with me, who makes me feel twenty years younger and has made me feel more virile than any time in my life. But then she is smart and funny too, I tell myself, and that’s plenty of reason to feel something back.

It’s definitely not because she’s some kind of nympho.

We start to fuck anywhere we can, meet anywhere we can. Our list, already full of dangerous liaisons that could get us both into a lot of trouble, extends to include the bathroom in a pub, a changing room in a department store and a house party hosted by one of her friends. The latter was the closest we’d come to being found out, as a teacher has no right to be in attendance at these parties and certainly has no right to be vigorously fucking someone half his age on the bed of said friend’s parents.

Comforting a friend turns in to so much more.. [pregnant][milk][oral][squirt][creampie]

I have this friend. She is super cool, very pretty and just a good person. She, however, has a bad habit of getting involved with Linda shitty guys. Perfect example being she is 8 months pregnant and her boyfriend baby daddy decided he ain’t about that life. So he bailed.

She called me yesterday to tell me but, understandably, she was very upset and it was kind of hard to hear what she was saying. I managed to kind of calm her down so she could give me the abridged version of what happened. After she finished I offered to swing by with a pizza and a brutal female revenge movie (I spit on your grave). She said yes please and out the door I went.

I arrived at her apartment and her eyes were puffy, glassy and just filled with defeat. I felt so bad for her. I was determined to at least cheer her up a little bit.

I put in the movie while she got paper plates and napkins. We ate some pizza and talked while the movie played in the background. It became just white noise in the background of our conversation. Which was fine, I mean, I was there for her not the movie.