Sunday, January 31, 2016

Nude Beach

 


 


Wet


He had never had a better day, he thought to himself. The sun had been bright, the air warm, and there was not a cloud in the sky… and there was her.


He had come to the beach in order to get away from his wife, away from her nagging and the fighting that had plagued their marriage lately. He had been wandering aimlessly along the sand when he had seen the sign: Nude Beach


He had immediately been intrigued, every the voyeur he had immediately headed for the secluded cove, only to be disappointed to find himself alone… well almost alone. There she was, a study in perfection of the female form. Proud, firm breasts that had not known the ravages of age stood out proudly on her chest, while a small triangle of pubic hair graced her pussy. He by comparison was a study in the effect that reaching middle age without having the grace to exercise could have on a body.


And yet… She had approached him


She had greeted him, chatted with him, and basically done everything that she could to ingratiate herself to him. At first he had assumed that it was a scam of some sort. After all, why would a beautiful young goddess be interested in… well… him.


But as the afternoon wore on he had stopped caring what her plot was, or if there was a plot. He had simply started to enjoy her company. His heart had thrilled when she took his arm as they walked along the beach, alone but for the company of each other. His face had burned with shame when his cock had stiffened at the touch of her firm young breast against the bare skin of his arm as they walked. But instead of being put off she had reached down to stroke it.


A protest died on his lips. His intention to inform her of his marital vows remaining unspoken as she stroked his cock with the skill that no one of her age should have possessed. He bit back a groan as she brought his cock to a rigidity that he had not seen in years.


She dropped to her knees in front of him, taking the length of his swollen manhood in her mouth, her tongue deftly wrapping around the length of his shaft, pulling it fully into her mouth. He groaned again as she sucked on his cock.


When at last he could take it no longer he pushed her down on the wet sand, the dregs of a wave washing over their bodies as she obediently spread her legs to take his cock.


This time it was her turn to moan as his cock slammed into her young cunt.


He pumped into her with a ferocity that his marital bed had never seen, clasping her firm young body against his own, the pounding of the waves upon the shore matched only by his assault on her cunt. In one glorious moment they climaxed together. Each clinging to the other as the fought to stay afloat in a sea of passion.


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Saturday, January 30, 2016

The Real Receptionist

A real MILF

So fucking hot


For those of you who read my story “The Receptionist” I got her permission to post a picture of the real thing. Here you can see the beautiful, full, perfect breasts of the woman we will continue to call “Bree” (don’t want you people stalking her after all). In this picture you can see she is coming from the gym and is wearing a sports bra.


All I can think of when I see this picture is pushing her against the nearest wall, taking a fist full of that long lovely hair, and pulling it hard so that her back arches against my pull, pushing her ass against my body. Then of course I would have to rip off her gym shorts and expose her lovely MILF pussy, already wet and ready, before slamming my cock inside of her. One hand would reach around and grope one of those luscious breasts, while the other would keep a firm grip on her hair. There would be nothing soft or tender about our sex, it would not be making love it would be fucking. Primal and without restraint, I would assault her cunt until she screamed in pleasure. When at last  I had reached my end I would pump her tight little MILF pussy full of my cum, filling her until it trickles down her legs. Then, and only then, I would give her permission to drop to her knees in front of me and clean our cum off my cock.


She is a perfect fuck toy, ready and willing to be used, to be dominated. Bree, you are perfect.


The Boss

I am sick and tired of this bullshit” Jack thought to himself as he ran yet another batch of papers through the copy machine, cursing as it chewed up the first two pages again. Although it was well after time to go home, and Jack suspected he was currently the only one in the business, his boss had stuck him with extra work for the 3rd time this week. Staying late was all well and good, but given that he worked on a salary he was basically just doing extra work for no extra pay.


He cursed his boss as he headed back to his cubicle. The dreary beige walls that made up the edges of the massive cubicle farm that housed the worker drones of the office positively reeked of depression and desperation. A situation which was made no better by the dull overhead lighting that made it impossible to determine if it was high noon or midnight, made worse by the incessant buzzing that drove one to madness. If he had not needed the money so badly he would have left the company long ago.


As if the environment and the sheer drudgery of the job was not bad enough, his boss multiplied his problems tenfold. With the dusky complexion and dark hair of someone with more than a smattering of exotic genetics from places much warmer than upstate New York. Large, full breasts a symmetry of features that amounted to nothing short of stunning, and a proclivity for wearing low cut tops, had allowed her to keep most of the men in the office happily under her thumb, and resulted in an excessive amount of arrogance.


Because of the way the men of the office, and not a few of the women for that matter, treated her she had long ago decided that she did not have to dirty her pretty little hands with the minutiae that amounted to her job description, instead choosing to delegate her work to her legion of drooling followers. How Jack had ended up getting stuck with it he still wasn’t quite clear on. Although he would be the first to admit that she was absolutely stunning, he was not some half witted child who couldn’t think through a boner. Though perhaps in the end that was why he was stuck at work after hours so often, perhaps she stuck him with extra work because she sensed that she could not control him the way she did so often… he wasn’t sure, but he was sure that he was tired of it.


So consumed with the thoughts that were running through his head, and the seething hatred he felt for his boss, Jack almost missed the sounds of ecstasy that softly wafted through the silent cubicle farm. At first he was sure that his mind was just playing tricks on him, the combination of long hours and dull work taking their toll on his fragile mind. He listened again and was greeted by silence, however just as he prepared to give up and return to his desk his ears again caught the sounds of wanton pleasure. Sure this time that he was in his right mind Jack followed the sound, honing in through the rows of desks and cloth covered walls until he approached his bosses office. Jack was surprised as he has believed himself to be the only one in the building, and would have bet money that his boss had ducked out of the building hours before, but the soft light of a desk lamp and the unmistakable sound of a poorly concealed orgasm filtered through the partially open office door.


Jack peek through the crack in the door, careful not to open the door any further and risk exposing his snooping. What he saw had him utterly at a loss. His boss sat in her plush leather chair directly opposite the door. Her legs splayed with one resting on the mahogany desks surface gave Jack an intimate view of her exposed pussy, and the pink vibrator that was embedded up to the hilt in it. Her eyes closed as the subtle yet powerful vibrations teased another orgasm from her she pawed at her breasts, already exposed to the empty office.


Jack’s cock instantly reacted to the sight in front of him. Although he was annoyed by his boss’s behaviors, he had never denied that she was attractive, and seeing her exposed with her features warped by bliss was enough to bring his cock to swollen attention. Silently he withdrew his cell phone from his pocket, switching it to record. Not only would this video help him on many lonely nights, but it was essential to the next part of his plan…


tumblr_o0irvkWytU1rk9cjfo1_1280After he had recorded enough for what he planned next he stepped into view, pushing the door boldly open. She immediately jerked in response, her foot dropping hurriedly off the desk as she hastily attempted to cover her exposed breasts. She let out a confusing string of syllables, something of a cross between an ill conceived excuse for what she had been doing and indignation that he had barged into her office unannounced, however she dropped off into silence when she saw the still recording camera in his hand.


“You are going to have me fired then?” she asked, her features dropping. She flushed, though he knew not whether it was out of anger or embarrassment for getting caught. It was clear that she was aware of how angry he was at her for the recent increase in the amount of work he had been assigned, and it appeared she thought he would use this evidence of her inappropriate workplace behavior to get rid of her. Although he had considered such a path, his true plan was much different.


“Well now I don’t know…” he said. She looked up sharply at his response, her gaze shifting from embarrassment and defeat to something more appraising. She weighed him, attempting to determine what he might be trying to get out of this encounter.


“If you could be counted on to be… shall we say discreet, and keep this matter between us, I am sure we could come to some kind of understanding” She said. She seemed to sense what he was after before he even named his price, her hands dropping away from their feeble effort to cover her breasts in an unspoken statement of terms.



He nodded in mute agreement and she rose from her chair and came to sit before him on the edge of her desk. As his heart raced with anticipation he dropped to his knees in front of her. The powerful scent of her desire, already elicited by the powerful vibrations of the vibrator she had been using earlier, filled his nose and mouth as he bent to devour her pussy. She moaned as his tongue darted out, delving between the swollen lips of her pussy and teasing out her most sensitive spot from within its folds. His tongue darted and weaved, attempting to isolate her elusive clit before finally pinning it down and pulling it gently into his mouth. Without stopping the efforts of his tongue he slipped first one finger, and then two, within the sopping wet confines of her cunt, eliciting a groan of approval. As he thrust his fingers in and out, penetrating deep inside her dripping hole, he continued to lap at her, his tongue sliding effortlessly between the lips of her vulva.


“Oh god! Oh god! That feels so good! I am going to cummmm….” she said, the last of her words trailing off as she matched words to actions. Her breasts heaved and swayed as her breathing increased, almost to a pant, as her orgasm washed through her obliterating all thought. He ignored her announcement, continuing his work unabated, and delighting in the taste of her cum.


He withdrew his fingers and her breathing slowly returned to normal, her eyes focusing again as she returned to some semblance of lucidity.


“Well I think you are plenty warmed up now…” he said, trailing off suggestively. He freed his cock, which had stiffened to the point of almost being painful by their escapades. Her eyes widened as she locked her eyes on his massive cock, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in apprehension, or perhaps desire. Obediently she scooted on the desk, lining her tight little cunt up with the edge as she awaited him.


He wasted no time, sliding his rigid meat inside of her waiting cunt. She moaned loudly as he forced his cock into her, the walls of her pussy stretching to accommodate the massive intruder. With no thought for the grace or poise so often described in women’s literature he assaulted her pussy. The force of his thrusts elicited a grunt from her as her breasts swayed with the impact. Each thrust renewed the dancing of her flesh, her whole body rocking in time with his movements. He reached down, taking a breast firmly in each hand, pulling and kneading at the tender flesh. She encouraged him, begging him to be rougher, to fuck her harder, lost to the passion of the moment, no concern for where they were. He obliged her, taking her fully as his own. He speared inside of her, each thrust lifting her bodily from the smooth surface of the desk, her ass slapping resoundingly against the polished wood each time he withdrew. He assaulted her with rabid frenzy, caught between the warring emotions of lust, passion, and anger. His pent up and unacknowledged desire for her balancing his rage at the way she had treated him. The conflict warring inside of him only served to spur him on.


He pulled his cock from her and she moaned piteously as it left her feminine folds. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet by the thin cloth of her blouse before ripping it from her. Her skirt soon joined the remains of her blouse, leaving her perfectly formed body exposed fully before him. She made no protest at his rough treatment of her clothing. In fact, if he had to guess, his dominance excited her. Roughly lifting one leg he forced her to lean against the desk for support before slamming his cock once more into her wanton hole. She moaned in ecstasy at the return of his swollen cock. She swayed unsteadily on her feet as each thrust threatened to knock her from her feet, her only salvation being the hand she had on the desk. So great was the difference between their heights that she had to stand on her tip toes, or be lifted bodily from the ground. However he paid no attention to her predicament lost as he was in the sensual heat that emanated from her pussy and wrapped his cock in its sweet cocoon.


She announced several times during the course of their passion that she was cumming, each announcement accompanied by her body shaking and spasming under his rough handling. Red marks started to show on her breasts, arms and through the dark nylon of her pantyhose, testament to his brutal use of her body. But instead of serving as deterrent, each mark merely whetted her appetite for more. Their passion was animal in its frenzy, and although he was oblivious to her pleasure in his mindless desire to sate his own needs, she found her release time and time again. At last he could feel his body start to respond as his own climax approached. Lost as he was to the act, some part of him none the less warned him that he did not want to cum inside of her. He ripped his cock from her and she instinctively dropped to her knees, taking the length of his cock into her mouth. She made no protest as her tongue cleaned her own cum from his cock, and if anything seemed to delight in the mixture of their fluids. With expert skill she coaxed his orgasm from him, releasing his cum at last in a wave that washed over her breasts, marking her indelibly in a manner as old as time.


He rested, sitting on the edge of her desk as he sought to catch his breath. She was absorbed in the task of cleaning up, running her finger through the trail of cum that marked her breasts before slipping it into her mouth and cleaning it with obvious relish.


“Well that was more fun than I thought it would be.” she said smiling up at him. Stripped of her clothing, covered in his cum and the marks of their passion she was utterly without artifice. The obvious delight she took in being treated so roughly stirred his lust within his chest.


“Well it will give you something to look forward to the next time we work late, now won’t it?” He asked. He expected her to protest, or to remind him of the unspoken terms of their deal, but instead she simply smiled in agreement. Jack decided that perhaps this job was not so bad after all…


Drool

The drool worked its way down her chin, pausing to pool briefly before continuing to wind its way between her breasts and down her stomach. The ropes bit into her tender flesh, rigidly restricting her movement to scant inches in either direction. She ached to move her jaw, but the leather harness that covered her face forced the bright red ball gag deep into her mouth, resulting in the pool of drool that was slowly expanding over her body. She was horribly embarrassed by her position, her legs forced open and her cute little pussy exposed for anyone who cared to use her. She strained again against the ropes, but again the rope held tightly and she was unable to gain any reprieve. What embarassed her the most was how turned on she was by her situation. Vast amounts of moisture gathered just inside the lips of her cunt, aching to be used.


Friday, January 29, 2016

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Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Gagged

She struggled in vain against the bonds that held her, but they refused to give an inch. The cloth gag that had been forced between her teeth in order to muffle her bit into the side of her mouth, tied cruelly tight. She had been stripped of her clothes, her large breasts exposed to the chill night air, available to anyone who might desire to use them. They bounced and swayed as she struggled with her bonds, unknowingly providing a show enticing anyone who watched. In the end she surrendered to whatever fate had in store for her, her body to become the plaything of the one who had captured and bound her for his pleasure. Her pussy started to moisten at the thought, the concept of being helpless, reduced to a fuck toy for another’s pleasure erotic beyond all reason in her mind. She heard the door open and prepared herself for the excitement to come.


Tuesday, January 26, 2016

The Receptionist

Let’s be honest here, for once this story is more fact than fiction. Normally I would write a story about something I wish would happen, something that I thought up while I was jerking off, or even something to help you get off. But this happened.


When I was in my 20’s and going to school to get my bachelors in psychology I had a few different shitty jobs. The first was a very short lived one, around 6 months, where I worked at a Rite Aid. This job sucked a big old bag of dicks, and I quickly moved on.


My second job was also pretty shitty, a lot of sitting around on my ass doing nothing but killing time while working in a medical clinic, but the people were nice for the most part. The best of them was the receptionist.


For the sake of privacy, something I actually have to worry about when telling real stories, we are going to call her Bree. Let me tell you, Bree was hot like with a capital H.


Although she was a bit older than me, I being just an innocent fresh faced kid at the time (though if you believe that I have a bridge to sell you), she had a body that men would kill for. Lush full breasts and an ass that could probably move mountains. She was one of those women that had made it through childbirth and come out the other side hotter than when they went in, either through luck or hard work only they could say. Although she was married at the time that never stopped me from checking her out whenever I got the opportunity, such as say when she was bending down to pick something up… or when I was standing over her talking to her. Now this is not to say that I went full stalker, just you know… a little.



I decided early on, maybe even the first time that I saw her, that I wanted to fuck her brains out. I am thankful that I didn’t say anything because I am pretty sure they fire people for less than telling the hot receptionist that you want to fuck her. But all I could see when I looked at her was her, on her hands and knees, sucking my cock. I could picture it each and every time I looked at her, her perfect breasts pushing against my knees, her tight little ass sticking up in the air, her lips wrapped around the head of my cock as she bobbed up and down. I did everything I could to hide my erection that came from seeing her, from talking to her. In fact the more I talked to her the more I wanted her, she wasn’t just hot she was funny and hell she was even smart. When added together her other traits made her even hotter.



Now, instead of just picturing her on her hands and knees sucking my cock behind the reception desk I pictured us sneaking off to the upstairs restroom. She would rip of my uniform, I would rip off her clothes, and we would fuck like animals. I could picture her riding my cock, feeling it slip into her tight little cunt, her hips pressing against mine as I slid my cock into her. I could imagine the sounds she would make as my cock slammed into her, picture her moaning and writing in a dirty public bathroom while she took a cock from behind by the young security guard. At the time that she was married only added to my lust, the desire to possess her grew. More than once I snuck upstairs to jerk off during a long work day.


She was more than just hot, she was the very embodiment of the term MILF, not only was she a mother, she was someone I wanted to fuck. Let me be clear about that, I did not want to make love I did not want to have sex I wanted to fuck, I wanted rough, passionate sex, the kind that leaves long claw marks on your back, the kind that has the neighbors calling the cops because someone is screaming in your apartment.


My fantasies got more twisted as we continued to interact and as I continued to deal with my sexual frustration. Instead of just wanting to fuck her, I wanted to possess her. I wanted her naked, gagged, and tied to my bed, her legs spread and waiting for my cock. I wanted her to silently beg for my cock. She was both an object of my lust and something to perfect to touch. I never would have been able to make a move to her face at the time. Sure, we flirted, talked about sexual things, but at the time I was much more innocent and I was mostly all talk.


I found out later that my interest was not entirely one sided, Bree told me at one point that she liked the way my ass looked in my uniform pants. We flirted by cell phone, sending pictures back and forth, and god her body was so much better than it had looked in my head. Her breasts were so much firmer, her dusky skin so much more delicious. I ached in every sense of the word, but at the same time I knew utter fear. The girls I had dated and fucked up to that point were just that, girls. They were my peers with little more experience than I had. But this woman, this goddess, she had so much more experience, had undoubtedly been with guys who had rocked her world. What could I, a lowly inexperienced security guard, offer that would set me apart? What would I do if I failed to satisfy her?


At this point I had built her up so much in my mind that if I failed, if I disappointed her, it would have devastated my confidence in ways that might have taken years to repair. So what did I do? I chickened out. I had the chance to make my fantasy into reality and I couldn’t do it. We had even made a plan, I ended up making a lie about getting back with a girlfriend as an excuse for why we couldn’t meet. Now, in my maturity, I realize not only how much of a coward I was, but how much harm I might have done. No one likes being rejected, hell that is half of what I was afraid of, and although I may never know what my selfish and cowardly actions might have caused to someone who did nothing to deserve it, I wish now that I could undo it.


So Bree, if you are listening, I still want to fuck you more than anything in the world…


 


Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Fiance 09

Another day, another nude. She knew that this was her place, and she accepted it. Long ago he had captured her heart, and her body had followed. He had trained her, reduced her to the position of fuck toy, a wet hole and a pair of breasts to be used for his pleasure… and she loved it. To take his cock into her was pleasure beyond any she had known before. His hands on her body was pure ecstasy. He had effortlessly found her most sacred spots, penetrating deep inside her body and leaving her adrift in a sea or orgasms. When they were apart it was misery for them both, and to cut the pain he had demanded to see her perfect body, to gaze upon her breasts in absentia since he could not be there in the flesh. She obediently obliged him.



Fiance 09

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Bound

Jessica strained and struggled against the bonds that held her upright, but they held without budging. She could just see the bright red ball gag that filled her mouth, causing a steady stream of drool to leak out before dripping onto her breasts. She loved the sensation of being helpless and the thought of what was coming made her wetter than she had ever been before.


Scarcely more than an 24 hours ago she had been sitting at her computer idly surfing the internet when a popup and caught her attention. Something about it had intrigued her, to the point that she ignored her initial impulse to close it and resume clicking. She wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened, given that she had several pop up blockers that should have prevented it from showing up at all.


“You are bored with your sex life” it had said. She had noticed that it wasn’t a question the way they so often are, and it didn’t blink, or flash, or ask for her credit card number, the way you might expect. All it said was that she was bored, and a small blue link filled the bottom of the window.


When she had clicked on it she was taken to a blank black screen with nothing but a logo in the upper right corner that said “Sexual Adventures.” The only other thing on the screen was an address and a time. At this point she was hooked. She wasn’t sure what it was about this that spoke to something inside of her, and any rational person should have ignored it or run the other direction, but instead she copied down the address and the time.


***


She arrived at the address and was surprised to see what looked to be an office park in the middle of a group of warehouses. A carefully manicured lawn and a row of hedges sheltered the small parking lot from the passing gaze of the road in front of it.


She pulled up and parked in front of the building, choosing a spot closest to the door. The logo that she had seen from the website had been etched into the glass of the door. She felt her pulse quicken in excitement.


She hesitated only momentarily before picking up her purse and heading inside the building. A typical waiting room filled the front of the building and a woman looked up from behind a desk as she entered. She raised an eyebrow in inquiry.


“I found your website…” Jessica started awkwardly


The woman handed her a clipboard with a thick packet of paperwork.


“Fill that out and bring it back when you are done” she said


Jessica read through the paperwork which turned out to be a mess of nondisclosure and waivers in case of injury, not something that boded overly well as an introduction.


Again she hesitated. In the end she went through with it and handed the mess of paperwork to the secretary.


The woman glanced through the paperwork, as she finished she reached out and pushed a button that had been mounted to the underside of the countertop.


“They will be with you shortly.” she said “have a seat”


Jessica sat in one of the chair’s nearest to the door, scarcely a moment had passed before two men in black jumpsuits entered through a door at the far end of the room.


“Jessica?” one asked


She nodded mutely.


“Come with us” he said


She walked with them through the door. Past the carefully manicured front office large parts of the building reverted back to the warehouse that it had almost certainly been before its current use. The entered into a room with walls that had been stripped to the studs.


The men started to undress her with careful efficiency. She was stripped bare in a matter of second. They strapped stiff leather cuffs around her wrists before securing them to a chain that was attached to one of the cross beams in the ceiling.


One of the men went over to a rack leaning against the wall and returned with a long metal bar with loops on either end. The spread her legs apart and attached each end of the bar to one of her ankles.


Lastly one of the men reached into his pocket and produced a bright red ballgag. She opened her mouth obediently and they secured it behind her head, pulling it tight and securing it, her mouth forced open as the ball pressed between her jaws.


Their job done the two men left the room, closing the door behind them.


Jessica could barely move, her wrists were secured in such a way that she could only touch the floor if she stood on the tips of her toes. She felt vulnerable and exposed, her breasts and pussy were on display to anyone who walked by and she would not be able to so much as cover herself if she so desired.


Somewhere behind her she heard the door open and the sound of bare feet walking on the concrete approached her. She tried to turn to face whoever had entered the room but her bonds kept her from moving more than her head, which was unable to provide her with so much as a glance at her company.


Rough, calloused hands brushed against her tender, exposed flesh, eliciting a surprised squeak. She tried involuntarily to flinch away from the new sensation but again she was unable to make any headway. One hand slid up her chest, grasping both of her breasts firmly and twisting her nipples painfully before one slid down between her legs. Another body pressed up against her and she felt the stiff pressure of an erect cock press against her ass. The hands held her body tight, holding her in place. His fingers started to stroke along the length of her already sopping wet pussy before dipping inside to discover her clit. She groaned, her mouth obstructed by the gag that was still in place as his skillful touch brought her to the brink of orgasm and kept her there. Her hips bucked against his hand, desperate for the last bit of pleasure she needed to cascade into orgasm, but the sweet release was denied her. He kept her on the brink.


“Do you want to cum?” a voice made husky with desire whispered in her ear


she nodded vigorously, to engrossed in his touch to trust herself with words


“When we ask you something you say ‘yes sir’ or ‘no sir'” he said


“yesh shir” she mumbled through the gag


 with barely more than a flick his touch brought one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had screaming to life inside of her. She collapsed, sagging against bonds that kept her upright and exposed. His hands left her body and she felt a pressure against the outer edge of her pussy. With hardly a moment’s notice his cock thrust inside of her, his first thrust lifting her from the ground with its force.



He grabbed her hips, using them as leverage to increase his thrusts, each one causing his balls to smack against her pussy and her breasts to slap together.


The room that they were in echoed the cries of their passion. She ached for him to be rougher, his thrusts to be stronger, his hands to rake her flesh. Try as she might the gag in her mouth prevented her from making much more than grunting sounds and she soon gave up trying, resigning herself to his care.


He slammed his cock into her, her tight wet hole enveloping his member. She screamed again into the gag as another orgasm ripped through her. Had her legs not been restrained and her arms secured to the ceiling she likely would have collapsed, and her body did its best to relax, her legs going weak. She sagged against her bonds.


Her partner either took no notice or did not care about the state that she was in, continuing his thrusts. His hands slipped around, grabbing her breasts and twisting her nipples cruelly. He lifted each breast by the nipple, eliciting a pained protest from her.


His grunts and cries increased, seeming to come from all around her as the echoed from the bare studs and concrete floor. She tried to close her legs, an involuntary motion brought on by muscle contractions that rocked through her, but the iron bar that bound her legs kept them apart, her pussy remaining accessible to her partners use.


The speed of his thrusts increased until all of a sudden he stopped, almost motionless. Short seconds later a wave of hot cum erupted from his cock, spraying and coating the inside of her pussy.


He pulled his cock from her well used hole and without another word he turned and left the room. Bound as she was her legs forced apart by irons cruel embrace she could neither cover herself nor obstruct the flow of cum that had started to leak from her pussy.


Workers in black jumpsuits entered the room. Carefully but firmly they released the bonds that secured her arms over her head and she sighed as protesting muscles were allowed to ease into a more comfortable position. She could feel the cum leaking out of her and her thoughts were of getting into a hot shower and working the knots out of her arms.


She was surprised when instead of just helping her out of her bonds the workers pulled her arms behind her back. They were tied there, her skin bit by the grain of nylon rope. The spreader bar was removed from between her legs and they two were tied together, causing her to have to lean against one of the workers. She felt a hand squeeze one of her breasts and looked into the eyes of the man who was holding her up, he grinned lustily at her.


They carried her over to one corner of the room where a mattress had been tossed haphazardly. All at once the support that she was leaning against was removed and she toppled onto the mattress, bouncing with the force of her fall.


The two workers left her, the door shutting with a sense of finality. She squirmed into a position where she could be comfortable. Her pussy was sore from the abuse that it had endured earlier and she knew she was going to be walking a little funny the next day. This was something that she had never done before, and she was already enjoying herself a great deal.



She cried and squirmed under his care. This man was every bit as rough as the last. She could tell that she already had bruises forming from her rough treatment and she wondered how she was going to explain them. He rolled her over onto her back, further pinning her arms against the mattress. He slid his cock inside of her, the position of her legs making her pussy tighter than usual. The cum that was still leaking out of her from her last partner helped to ease his cock inside.  He was bigger than the last man and she groaned through the obstacle in her mouth as his cock stretched out her aching pussy.


“you got something to say?” he asked


reaching behind her head he undid the gag, pulling it from her mouth and tossing it idaly to the side.


“fuck me harder” she pleaded with a groan


“what did you say slut?” he asked, slapping her ass roughly


“please fuck me harder sir” she begged


He rolled her over onto her side, her arms still restrained behind her back causing her to grunt in discomfort as sore joints protested the repositioning. Strong hands grasped her arm and one of her thighs, using them as leverage to pull her aching body against his. She moaned and screamed, her mouth now free of obstructions as his cock sunk deep into her pussy.


The force of his thrusts increased, bouncing her body around on the mattress in the throes of wanton passion, her body used as his sexy toy, bound and controlled for his pleasure. Her cries now unfettered filled the small room, echoing off the bare walls and cement floor. At the height of her pleasure she heard him grunt, sinking the length of his cock into her he cried out. She felt a wash of cum, molten in the heat of their passion flow forth, coating the inside of her abused pussy and pushing her over the edge into another screaming orgasm, one more in a long line of uncounted pleasure.


 



Bound

Monday, January 18, 2016

My Mother in Law

tumblr_nsxrwaoiQv1tkvp7no6_500It was wrong, utterly and completely wrong… But as her hand closed upon the warm thick shaft of my cock I realized I had stopped caring long ago. Her already exposed breasts swayed in time with her movements as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, making a groan of pleasure as her tongue slurped up some of my precum mixed with the taste of her own moist cunt, spread along the length of my shaft by our earlier activity. Her breasts were massive, much bigger than her daughters, my wife’s, and the powerfully erotic feeling that came from having them bared in front of me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The moist heat of her mouth stiffened my cock to full attention, coaxed to rock like hardness by her expert touch. The danger of the moment filled us both, and the knowledge that we could be caught at any moment lent a sense of risk whose touch was transcendent. I could feel my climax swiftly approaching and I moaned out a warning. When at last she broke from her motion to enquire what I had said an explosion of cum answered her question. Warm, sticky cum splashed upon her face and breasts, searing her skin with its heat. She moaned in disappointment, desperately attempting to catch the last spurts in her mouth. She slipped a finger along her breasts, gathering some of the cum which had gathered there, and slipped it into her mouth. The soothing sounds of satisfaction seeped from her as she devoured as much of my cum as she was able to, slipping each finger into her mouth with the loving care of a conasur snacking on an expensive delicacy. I know, without a doubt, that this was the best family party I had ever been to…



My Mother in Law

Thursday, January 14, 2016

My Wife's Little Sister











Now it was her turn to laugh, “Oh I know, just this little eighteen year old.” She shrieked a little, “So innocent, right? Come on, what’re you gonna let her push you around? I’m here now, I won’t let her.” She was still far too fucking close, “Let’s get a little wild.”


I sighed, and knew there would be no argument. So I resigned myself to making another drink while she chattered endlessly in the background, giving me the complete run down of just, like, how much, like, fun she was like having. I turned with her drink in hand, and offered it down to her. She gave me a little curtsey, but didn’t go for the drink. Instead, she took mine that I had set down on the counter, raised it to her lips and gave it a little sip.


“Why don’t you keep that one? I like this one.” I held the drink firm in my hand, but did not move it. She took a few more sips, and looked me dead in the eye. “Come on, Tom.” She wiggled her eyebrows, “I thought we were going to cut loose” I did not say a thing. Her smile grew for a moment, then faded. “Tom?” My breath was deep and heavy. “Tom, are you ok?”


Now it was my turn to take a step closer to her, for her to take in my scent, for her space to be invaded.


She took a small step back towards the counter, and balanced herself with her palms against the top. Her eyes went wide, and her breathing ragged. She was chewing on her lower lip now. There was a deep pause, until I at last said it:


“Why do you want to fuck me?”


Her arms came up in mock innocence, and her voice went up a few octaves, “Oh…Tom…I didn’t want you to think…” But she stepped forward, so her body was brushing up against mine, “…that. I would never do something like…” Her hands trailed around my shirt collar, “…that.”


I looked into her eyes, and repeated the question.


She grinned, leaned into my ear, and with her tongue playing up against my lobe merely responded:


“Why? Don’t you want to fuck me?”


I grabbed her little body and she yelped, but I didn’t give a fuck then and I didn’t give a fuck when I pushed her up against the counter. Her little body was like putty in my hands, and her arms wrapped around mine as our lips locked. She bit my lip as she heaved and pushed her tits into my chest, moaning into my ear. “Fuck me, Tom. Fucking fuck me.”


Her hands were working on my shirt now as covered each others mouths with sloppy kisses, her tongue running along mine. My blazer was off in seconds, my tie on the floor next to it moments after. She was giving excited giggles as her finger undid the buttons and she felt my chest through the fabric. “Do it, Tom. I want you to fuck me where you fuck my sister.”


What was I going to do? Complain?


I pushed her out of the kitchen and she threw my shirt across the living room, taking my hand and leading me into me and my wife’s bedroom. Her nose ring looked good in the sunlight streaming in from outdoors, really good. I knew then that there was no turning back. I was going to fuck Haley. Haley jumped on me again kissing her way down my pants. My hands snaked around her body and undid her bikini top, and for the first time I saw my wife’s little sister’s tits out free. They were even better than I had imagined.


“You like them, Tom?” She asked, laying back on the bed, “You should taste them.”


“I think I want to taste something else first.” I flopped down on her, and she giggled as she felt my cock again. It was brushing up against her thighs now, and she started to peel off her bottoms. I stopped her, sinking my teeth into the cotton and pulling down, tracing down her legs with my stubble. I could instantly smell a freshly cleaned pussy, and the sight of it nearly stopped me in my tracks. Freshly cleaned, and freshly shaved.


“What did you expect?” She asked, “I’m a good girl, Tom.”


I didn’t reply for a moment too long, and she picked up on it immediately. “Oh…” Her hand trailed down her body and her fingers traced her magnificent little cunt, “Does Amanda not shave for you anymore? Does she let it get all…out of control?”


I nodded, adding my fingers to hers. She shuddered.


“Well then.” She pushed my hands away and slithered off the bed and onto her knees in front of me, “I bet I can think of something else Amanda doesn’t do. Never could do.”


I’m not going to lie, I looked up and away from her pushing down my jeans and my boxers. It wasn’t guilt though. Far from it. I knew my cock had far and away won that battle. No, I just wanted to savor the sensation of her little hands running down my legs. When I looked back down, my cock was out, and standing fully at attention.


“My sister has been a lucky girl.” She said, giving my balls the briefest of licks, “I like that take care of your pubes too. How rude of her not to do the same.” Another little lick, “Well it’s about time you got rewarded.”


She looked up at me, did that little lip bite once again, and then plunged her mouth down over my cock, slowly taking my entire length into her mouth. This little eighteen year old took me deeper in her throat than any woman ever had before and held me there, slowly letting me out as she looked me in the eye. Every time I thought she was going to let my cock out of her warm, moist mouth she took it all again, going deeper and deeper until I felt her nose hit my belly.


I nearly came right then and there, nearly shot all my seed right down her stomach, her pink fingernails pressed up against my body. This girl’s mouth was fucking heaven, and she knew just how to use it. She must have read my mind, because she drew her mouth back and said, my cock still in her mouth,


“Don’t you dare cum yet.”


I groaned, feeling the cum starting to well up in my balls, and suddenly I was dropped out of her mouth. Her lips were on me again, and her little body was pressed against mine.


“Don’t you dare cum yet, because I want you to cum inside of me.”


And I knew I would. Tonight, I was going to fuck my wife’s little sister. And then my wife was going to sleep in our juices.


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My Wife's Little Sister

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Fiance 08

The toy buzzed and vibrated, the small metal balls within it pushing and stretching against the soft plastic. She slid it slowly within her, relishing the sensation of the massive vibrator as is streatched the walls of her tight, wet cunt. She desperately missed her fiance, the plastic cock she was playing with holding only a pale candle to his own. She bit her lip to silence a cry, sure that her sounds of ecstasy would attract unwanted attention and result in an interruption she was unwilling to invite. Slowly she worked the toy in and out of her aching hole, her movements aided by the moisture that gathered from the toys stimulation. The attachment on the top pinned her clit between two long prongs, capturing it and subjecting it to intense vibrations. Her hips bucked involuntarily at the added stimulation and she had to cover her mouth with her free hand to maintain her silence. As her body rocked and spasmed in the throes of passion it was his face that she pictured.



Fiance 08

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Skinny Dipping

His eyes nearly popped out of his head as she tossed the white top of her swim suit onto the shore. He had thought she was joking when she had suggested that they go skinny dipping out here in the middle of nowhere. Her large, full breasts hung proudly exposed on her chest, the pale white flesh showing the part of her body that was normally covered when she was outside. Although her swim suit had been skimpy enough to do little to conceal her body he had never actually seen her naked. Every time he had tried previously she had said she wasn’t ready yet, and though frustrated he had honored her decision. Her thick brown hair cascaded down, already dripping from the water that still covered her past her knees. The remaining cloth clung to her body, betraying the full pouting lips of her concealed pussy. She gazed at him, measuring his reaction to her sudden decision before reaching down and slowly removing what was left of her swimsuit. As she stood before him, completely exposed to the warm summer air he felt his cock harden in response. Quickly casting aside his own damp swimsuit he joined her in the shallow water of the pond…



Skinny Dipping

The Fucking Machine

The sound of powerful vibrations filled the room.


She struggled and strained as another powerful orgasm rocked through her body. She convulsed as her muscles flexed against her will as the passion rolled through her.


She would have screamed, had she been able, but a bright red piece of rounded rubber obstructed her mouth and reduced her cries to a muffled whimper.


She wasn’t sure how long she had been here, or even where here was. The unending line of orgams left her body weak and her mind fuzzy. She had gone to bed in her apartment overlooking the park and woken up on a mattress in a strange room.


She tried again to fight her bonds but the tough leather resisted her efforts and she ceased trying again, surrendering to her fate. The machine that was positioned behind her exposed pussy continued to do its work and she could feel another orgasm start to build inside of her. With the rhythmic precision only a machine could muster the large flesh colored dildo continued its assault on her pussy.


Her legs were cramped and sore from being tied in the position she was in, chest down legs spread out behind her, giving the machine ample access to her tender pussy to do its work. The powerful vibrations that emanated from it filled her body, she was sure that if she had not had something in her mouth to prevent it her teeth might rattle out of her very head.



Each thrust of the machine sunk the long silicone shaft deep inside of her, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings that lined the inside of her pussy and coming to rest over her g spot. She had never experienced pleasure so intense it hurt before, it rocked her body and she twitched and shook as much as she could within the narrow range that her bonds allowed.


She wasn’t sure how much more her body could handle, she suspected that to much more might exhaust her heart, the human body simply wasn’t made to take this kind of pleasure. But try as she might she could not fight it, she yearned for the vibrations to continue, for the mechanical cock to continue its intrusion into her pussy. She had never had sex like this before, never had orgasms like this before. Her hips rose to meet each perfectly timed thrust.


The bright red ball gag kept her mouth open, a small stream of drool continued to leak out of her mouth and pooled on the mattress in front of her. She could grunt, and moan but nothing else. Her jaw ached from the unwelcome intrusion and she bit down again in frustration. She wanted to be able to scream out in pleasure as her orgasms hit her but this stupid piece of rubber kept her quiet.


The largest orgasm she had ever had was building inside of her. The machine had switched into a lower gear, the vibrations softer and the thrusts spaced further apart. Instead of powering her through one orgasm after another now it was teasing her. Keeping her on the edge of climax with a skill no human could muster. She moaned piteously, begging the machine inside her mind to just let her cum, her body ached with uncompleted pleasure. All at once the vibrations shifted into overdrive and a powerful thrust practically lifted her from the mattress with its force. She screamed through her gag as she convulsed in a microseizure of pleasure. She hung limp and unresponsive in her bonds as the orgasm raced through her body.


Darkness consumed her as she lost consciousness.


Little by little consciousness returned. Recognition came to her and she realized that she was back in her room, daylight streamed in through the windows. She looked around, confused. Nothing was out of place, she could see the front door from where she lay and the lock and chain were still in place, securing the door from the inside. She lay back down, she would have questioned her sanity were it not from the aching pain that erupted from her pussy when she moved and the marks and indentations that covered her body from her former restraints.


She wasn’t sure where she had been, or how she got there, but she prayed to whatever god was listening that she got to go back.


 



The Fucking Machine

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Gagged

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When she had said she wanted to get out, to meet new people, this is not quite what she had in mind. Bound hand and foot, stripped naked, with a gag shoved between her teeth? Never would have occurred to her as any sort of good time. A pool of cum, a testament to the number of men who had already emptied themselves inside of her, pooled on the stain covered mattress that she lay on. A number of red marks covered her breasts and thighs, souvenirs of the rough treatment that had been inflicted on her so far. Still, as she lay there she considered the fact that not only had she met a number of new people, and no less than a dozen had promised to look her up on facebook, but she had gotten off a number of times to boot. She had never told anyone that her secret fantasy was to be helplessly pumped full of cum, and she had to admit that this fit the bill.



Gagged

Perfect

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She sat on the bed, nervously covering her breasts, though in truth her hands did little to obscure anything she wanted covered. Although she was already past 19 years of age she lay with trepidation as her first long term boyfriend disrobed in front of her. She had let a few guys feel her up, but she had never let someone see her naked, let alone go “all the way”. She had the insecurity of the beautiful who are ignorant of their beauty, and she worried that he would find some flaw in the way she looked. At last she lowered her hands and pulled the small cotton shorts she still wore off, leaving her completely exposed to his eyes. Although she expected some sort of rejection, or at the very least indifference, she was unprepared when his cock rose to attention at the sight of her. The reactions of his body as she lay before him said more to her about his desire for her than his words ever could have, she thought as he closed the distance between them.



Perfect

Vignettes

Good Evening Readers.


After working on the website this weekend I have decided that the way I had set up the pictures/video section of the website was a little… well.. boring. To simply have a picture of video of a random pornographic nature is somewhat counter to the purposes of the website, given that this is a website of erotica the written word, albeit with the augmentation of pictures. So to that end I have augmented the pictures/video section into vignettes. Each post will contain one or more image(s) (although typically it will be only a single image) and will have an accompanying piece of writing to augment the picture as sort of a super-short-story. It is my hope that this will improve the overall use of the picture section and keep it more in line with the websites goal for erotic writing. I hope that you all will voice your opinions about the change and let me know what you think, for better or worse.


Have a great night!


-Luke Ashwood



Vignettes

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Dark Night

He watched her sidle up to the bar to pay her tab, gazing at her as she carefully rifled through her oversized purse to find her wallet. He had been watching her since she came in, almost an hour before, and they were the last two people left at this point. She had come in and immediately headed for the bar. At first it had appeared as though she was there to meet someone, and she had looked around the bar for awhile before settling down and ordering a drink. When he realized that she was waiting for someone he had almost given up, but when it became apparent that she was alone his interest was refreshed. He watched her with the hungry gaze of a predator on the hunt. He followed her movements as she paid her tab and headed out the door with an intensity that might have frightened her had she noticed, waiting only a moment before he followed her example.



The door to the bar slammed shut behind him, the owner turning the heavy deadbolt on the door and turning out the lights, cutting off any possible retreat. The streets were mostly empty at this time of the night, and a thick layer of fog obscured the empty walkways of the city. The path they walked together was lit only by the street lights and the occasional beams of a passing car. He saw with a sense of satisfaction that his prey was still ahead of him, walking slowly down the street in front of him. He followed in hot pursuit, eating up the distance between them until he nearly ruined the chase itself when she turned at the sound of his eager footsteps.


She walked quickly after that, glancing over her shoulder often and forcing him to stay back in the shadows. More than once she paused in her headlong flight to safety, as though to verify that the echos of her own harried footsteps was all that followed her through the empty darkness of the abandoned streets.


He watched her with a hungry gaze as she rushed inside, turning on the lights and slamming the door to the house.


Pulling out a pair of binoculars he watched her, safely ensconced in the shadows that draped the side street that overlooked her house. She glanced out the windows, the light of the room blinding her to the darkness outside as she sought to confirm that any concern about being followed was just empty concern. Her fears assuaged she poured herself a full glass of a dark amber liquid, a balm on her nerves and round out her evening. She headed to bed, stumbling a few times, and he figured that her drink must have been a bit stronger than he thought, or she was a lighter weight than he thought.


He gave her a healthy amount of time to descend into sleep, letting the dulling effect of the alcohol she had ingested drag her down into blissful oblivion. He waited, suppressing the urge to pace or rock from side to side in his impatience. When at last he decided that she must have had plenty of time to fall asleep he crossed the street to her house.


He quietly closed the door behind him, drawing the deadbolt silently into place. He knew from his observation that despite the fact that the lights were on she was asleep alone in her bedroom. He crept quietly through the house, pausing only to examine a laundry basket near the bedroom which appeared to hold her discarded clothes. He scooped up a pair of panties and inhaled deeply. The strong scent of her femininity filled his nose, his cock stiffened in his pants as it penetrated deep inside of olfactory center awakening a primordial lust that only powerful pheromones had the ability to evoke. The scent of her pussy was heavenly and he could tell that these must have been the panties that she was wearing earlier that night.


He continued his approach to the bedroom, his heart racing in his chest. His heart beat not in fear of getting caught, such a thought never even occurred to him, but from the thrill of the chase, of the struggle and the hunt that awaited him in the next room. He slipped the bedroom door open, wincing as the hinges protested. He could see her splayed out on the bed, snoring softly in sleep. She moved restlessly as he entered the room, either due to the hinges cries, or through some instinctual sense of his presence. She lay uncovered, her blankets already pushed to one side in her restless sleep, a book open on the bed beside her as testament to her last activity before falling asleep. She wore a t-shirt and a light pair of cotton shorts. The material of the shorts indicated that they must be a favorite pair, or else laundry day was imminent, because they failed to cover essential portions of her anatomy. The smooth hairless slit of her pussy peeked out to one side of her shorts, tantalizing him. He took his time, glancing around the room silently, and then started to disrobe, removing his pants and boxers. His cock stood at full attention now, and he was eager to move on to the next part of this evenings activities.


He gently climbed onto the bed, being careful not to make any movement that was unnecessary and freezing in place when she started to roll over in her sleep. He took careful hold of her shorts and pulled them off of her, exposing fully the smooth clean lips of her cunt. He expected her to wake up at this point, and he was ready to deal with such an event, but instead she continued snoring softly.


Deep sleeper” he thought to himself as he smiled, she wouldn’t sleep through the next part… He took his cock and slid it back and forth through the outer lips of her pussy. He was shocked at how wet she was as his cock slid easily between her swollen lips. Taking one last moment to savor the silence he slipped his cock all the way inside her. She moaned quietly before her eyes sprang open. She started to fight and managed to slip herself onto her hands and knees before he pinned her back against the bed, his cock sliding back into her hole.


He whispered quiet threats into her ear and informed her that if she wanted to survive the rest of the night intact that she would be wise not to resist. He had no plan of actually hurting her, after all he had never hurt anyone before, but it sounded good and she stopped struggling. He pulled her shirt off, revealing her breasts with their nipples already pointed in the chill air of the apartment as he started to fuck her.


Absent was any of the care that he normally took with a partner. Instead of gentle and considerate he was brutal and rough, taking pleasure in the sounds of his flesh smacking against hers. She cried and whimpered, as much in pleasure as in fear, and she convulsed at one point as an orgasm was inflicted upon her unwilling body. He lost himself in the sensation, in the way that her cunt gripped his cock with each stroke, as though her body was begging him to stay inside of her. With each thrust more of her resistance faded. First she accepted what was happening, then she enjoyed it. Slowly at first but with gathering strength she started to push back against his thrusts, her hips rising to meet his as his cock slammed into her once unwilling cunt. Her moans increased in volume, not cries for salvation but cries of desire. She begged him to go rougher.


“You want me to fuck you, you dirty whore?” he asked


“God yes! Fuck me!” She cried out, her voice was tinged with desperation and longing


“You want me to use you don’t you?” he asked again


“Yes! Use my pussy!” She cried


“I am going to fill you up!” He said, he expected her to object, to resist, but he was shocked at her response to his announcement.


“Fuck yes! Pump me full of cum! Fill me up!” She begged, any sense of who she was or what was happening was gone, she was a dog in heat, lost to the needs of her body as they coupled in a primal way.


He plea was to much for him to take and he could feel his orgasm building. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, now matted with sweat and rough handling, lifting her roughly off the bed. She squealed in pain as he pulled but she did not protest further. He continued to assault her cunt, each thrust bringing him closer to his climax. At last he couldn’t take it any longer and his cock exploded inside of her, coating her womb with his cum. Even as he came he continued to thrust into her, drilling his cum into the deepest depths of her cunt and filling her utterly with his seed. She moaned and writhed as her orgasm joined his and at last he released her head, allowing her to collapse onto the bed in an exhausted pile of flesh.


“How was that?” she asked after a moment, looking up at him.


“Pretty good, though you could probably struggle a bit harder next time, and not give in so quickly” he responded. He slapped her resoundingly on the ass eliciting another squeal in response. Although she had given in quickly their first attempt at role playing had been enjoyable, and something about taking her against her will, even in pretend, had satisfied him in a way that was primal in its intensity, almost to the point that it scared him.



Dark Night