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It was amazing. She held my dick by the length, with her pussy and kept rolling it over the full length of my dick. She contracted her pussy-lips as she rolled it over my dick. I could see her beautiful breast bounce and move with the intensity of her massage. I raised my hand to grope her breast and slowly started pressing them. I was tired and my dick hurt a little but the pleasure soon got me horny. Her hair was falling across her face and sat up to hold her by one hand and with the other I hold...

My name was Samantha, but my close friends called me Ama. Not sure how it started, because I didn't start it but one of my friends did back in junior high and it stuck. Anyways, I'm Ama and I have a story to tell. See, right now I'm basking in the moonlight, in the middle of the forest...where exactly I'm not totally sure. I'm still not real good at tracking and direction. But this little meadow, I can find my way here and that's enough for me. I'm looking up at the moon and thoughts of how I came here flutter...

Linsey nearly skipped down the sidewalk, having a cheerful bounce to her step and a kind smile. Her skin was not quite pale and the cold weather made her face a bit rosy. She wore a thin wool sweater with strips of grey and bright vibrant red. She had long brown hair that tip outward and up a bit and bright wide blue eyes with a mousey like features. She wore a white lace skirt with white stockings and shows that's were nearly like ballet shoes. She carried books in her arms holding them by wrapping her arms around them, her...

The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather interestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn, placing it at 23 Acacia Avenue, next to the mythical whore of Iron maiden fame. The numbers were faintly unaligned, leaning away from each other at the top. Blood red roses climbed the front amongst ivy. A large brass knocker sat to the left of the door. Cassandra hoped she was appropriately dressed, in a short purple jacket, three quarter length jeans and a flowery blouse...

When we got back to the cabin Lisa plopped down into an arm chair, exhausted but fully stimulated. “Pour your little, big black cock slut of a wife a glass of wine please. I feel I have earned it after such an enjoyable afternoon of sex in the outdoors. I think you also enjoyed watching your young wife being fucked repeatedly by three black Swazi boys. I can’t wait to see your erotic pictures of the action.” Lisa said. When I returned from the kitchen, with her glass of wine, Lisa was sitting in the chair, still stark naked, other that...

So let me start off by explaining to you my daughter Shealyn, shes part latino( my wife being latino and me being white). Shes got a tight little body, with what I hated to admit was one of the nicest asses I’ve ever seen, just the right size and I know it was tight cause I had gotten her in to cheerleading at a young age. I couldn’t help but stare. The older she got the hotter she got, her ass only got bigger and started to develop breasts, her breast was easily C’s maybe D’s. By the time she hit...

Chapter 5 2 weeks later The incubi have been defeated thanks to my new power, and they are our slaves. The whore house has just opened and we are waiting for our first customer. We get our first customer, an older man looking about 65, and he walks up to my desk. I ask, “What kind of girls do you like. Specify age, race, and anything else you want about your girl.” He looks surprised and says, “You have that many girls?” “You don’t know the half of it,” I say with a smile. “Okay, fine then. I want a white...

The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Joy: First Wax Note: Mary gave Joy to Mark's mother Sandy and Sandy's girlfriend Betty to be their sex slave. June 19th, 2013 – Joy Nguyen – South Hill, WA “It's okay,” a comforting voice whispered. I struggled to open my eyes; sleep still heavy on my eyelids. I could feel the bed gently shake as someone shifted. A woman sobbed softly. Confusion flooded through me; I wasn't in my own bed. Where was I? I managed to get my eyes open, feeling gritty with little sleep. Two women clung to each...

The camp was a hive of activity when the hunting party returned that afternoon. The women wanted hot water, the men wanted fresh drinks and the kill had to be processed. But none of those tasks were my problems. I have to look after the live animals - the four leg as well as the two leg variety. It is the latter category that makes me love my work - and also makes me rich. They call me the Afrikaner. I have connections to kinds of people normal folk don't even know exists. I trade in soft, firms, juicy flesh. Who...

Some Useful words to know before you read the story: Hijab- A head covering worn in public by some Muslim women. Essentially a scarf. Burqa- A outer garment worn by some Muslim women that covers their whole body when in public. Kuffar- Arabic for Non-believer. ***** Fahima Begum sat in front of her bedside mirror unable to concentrate as she struggled to fix her hijab properly. Lately her mind had been plagued by doubts and sinful thoughts that no married Pakistani woman should have, and yet there they were. Fahima had been married to her husband, Ali, for 15 years now...