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My name is Max. A few years ago I was driving from my home in southern Alabama heading to Daytona for “Bike Week”. I own a motorcycle repair shop so I always load up my work van with the usual parts and accessories that I know guys will want and head out

Sybil, A Story About Interracial Slavery Chapter Two Sybil's next few days at college were a whirlwind of new things, people surroundings and college life

Author's note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters are under eighteen years of age despite the obvious sexual immaturity of the main characters. Also this story features themes of rape, sexual slavery, bestiality, and incest

Cleveland was a boring town. Rebecca had always wanted to live in New York or Miami. But her mother had been sick for so long. Then life just sort of got in the way. Still, she and her husband found ways to make life bearable

She took great delight in reminding me of some of the male lovers we had shared at the same time a few years ago

(As a prelude to this tale, it must be known that this story is based on a roleplay done by my Master and myself. We enjoyed it very much and He asked that I write this to be shared. I love dressing up and playing a victim for Him and enjoy every second

It’s always the quiet ones. Like my long-time boyfriend, Oren. He was the one of the most adorably shy guys I’ve ever met. In fact, the first time I saw him he reminded me of the feminine guy in a Japanese yaoi

Throughout my life i was not a very liked guy i had crushes on girls that wouldn’t even want to be seen with me but the thing is I’ve watched that much porn I’ve read books studied the art of sex and fetishes i could be the best fuck a girl could ever have if they just gave me a shot

Author's note: There's several different themes here. Interracial, incest, some bestiality, to name a few. -1- I can’t get enough. I never want it to end – sex with a black man. But it does, in time. Fatigue sets in and our bodies give out

Becoming Omega, Part 1 She stood before a mirror in a hotel lobby, her heart fluttering, her breath short. Soon, everything would be different. She would be different. She had no idea. But even then, there, she knew she was changing. Sure, she’d always been a slut

Dave, his wife Claire and their daughter Amy finally arrived at the hotel after what felt like an eternity! Their flight had been delayed and then the taxi they’d prebooked didn't show “there’s 50 quid I’ll never see again” Dave grumbled. But they finally arrived at their 5* resort

Jen’s Story – Chapter Four Grandpa’s friend spent quite a few hours with Grandpa and my uncle taking it in turns to put their peepee’s into my cunny or my mouth

Henry had now much business to attend to, I had none. I used to wander into the back street just as the men’s wives brought them their dinners, so as to look at them. They were not allowed inside, but if the men chose to eat inside they could do so, their wives waiting outside

He walked into the room, and the sight he saw was amazing. There she was, laying naked on the bed, legs lifted with her fingers deep inside her. She had a small butt plug in her ass, and he could see the wetness dripping from her pussy to down onto the sheets

Traci's Abduction and Rape 3 Traci wakened to the noise in the vast barn as he opened the large door and entered. As he approached her he noticed she had removed the rope from her legs and ankles during the night

Every muscle, every cell seizes with pain. My back is arched at an inhuman angle but I don’t fall as fire continues to zip through my being. Then it’s over as quick as it began. I still stand between the two pillars, hands in the depressions

Your cock, hard filling me with one long stroke my hips raising to meet you, and your quiet laugh as you hold my hips down. One of your hands pinning mine down as a I struggle breifly and then submit to you..

The Breaking of Tracy part 4 Tracy's Rape It's not enough that I rape Tracy. I could do that at anytime. She has to do something of her own volition that goes against her every moral fibre

Big Boy suspected that he was a butt of an elaborate joke.He was angry and desperately wanted to cut someone’s head off. He thought he knew who had initiated the joke, but wasn’t absolutely sure. And what if he was sure? That man was doing what he wanted; he was the boss after all

He realized that it was not a house, but a mansion. As he looked around the general area he saw that the mansion was completely alone atop the bluff. This sudden thought gave him a cold chill like no other. Thoughts raced through his mind