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Isabella laid broken, her face was covered in the cum she had thrown up

“I have a question,” Jess said as they sipped their coffees and sat and chatted about nothing in particular

Chapter IV Linda and Cindy, and a little history. After work Friday afternoon, I stocked up on groceries, stopped off at the liquor store, and went home for a shower and nap before Linda was scheduled to arrive at eleven or so

The girls were lined up across a wall next to one another. Handcuffs bound their hands together and chains were used to keep their arms raised above their heads to prevent them covering themselves

The palpable music moved through the gyrating crowd, pulsating life and controlling the flailing movements loosely termed dancing

"You see, that one comes from a different background. She isn't currently offered for sale." Richard's eyes gleamed, clearly wanting to tell me how he came into possession of such a piece of property. "Oh?" I took the bait. "It's a bit of a unique story, really," he started

The Devil's Pact Copyright 2013 Chapter Thirteen: The Pleasure and Pain of the Nuns Slowly, the Ecstasy faded from me, the rapturous fire withdrew, and the outside world returned. No longer was I swept up in the passion of the Archangel Gabriel

E.G. Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard. It's the same feeling his main character got when he was enticed—or was it threatened?—by a dominant, seemingly crazed beauty, into a story that will have you clutching your privates

First post, hope you like it Diary of how I became a gay sex slave - Ch 1 My name is Greg Richards. I am 32 year old white male, with an Italian/English background. I am told I am good looking, but never really believed it. I am 5'11”, weigh 165 pounds, slim athletic build

he would send me to men that not only liked to give me a good fucking but also ones that loved to spank and suck me off or whip me! I was a woman that not only enjoyed sex, but one that really loved having my pussy whipped, kind of a pain slut I guess? Especially by strange men when naked and bound

There is a town, located on the outskirts of Hell itself, where strange and mysterious creatures are born. In this town, there is a small cottage, where a man named Raven lived with his wife Percilla, who was secretly the village whore

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content

Brian walked over to the box and began digging through it, looking for anything to tie Allie with. I looked at my ass in the mirror. It too was marked with red and pink by Allie’s whip. She walked over to me and studied her work on my ass. “You did a good job,” I said

Brian sat in the arm chair in the lounge- watching some crap on tv. The curtains were drawn- part from a gap- where sunshine was lighting the dust particles in the room. He could here children laughing and playing outside

Hand of Love Ed was walking down a dark street on night, alone, but not drunk. He was too sad to get drunk. Instead he chose the long walk home in the rain through the park. As he entered the grassy boundaries of the park he noticed a hump on one of the benches

Story contains raping, humiliation and degradation of female characters. Read at your own risk. If you do not like this particular genre, please don't read it and then dislike it for being too disturbing for your taste. You have been warned

A note on our playfull side From Master: For everyone wondering what its like for us after 13 years of marriage here is a funny story from our trip to the Loves Truck stop

The only noise that was consistent was a meowing echoing through the house. The cat wasn’t visible but it was there and it’s presence kept Ian on edge. Houses with pets typically were riskier and didn’t always end with him getting what he wanted

This is my entry in the "Calling All Writers - Chapter 6" challenge on the Sex Stories forum on www.xnxx.com. (That's for those pricks who steal stories and post them elsewhere

It was another bright spring day as James and Bayonetta made their way up the long walkway to Jeanne’s estate. The compound was well fortified with a chain link fence, a brick wall, a guard station and several guard dogs