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This is a true story. I took 5 parties and combined them into a single stroy for what I would consider a hot time

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Tommy and Jade Chapter 1

A strange mix n’ match of parts of my life (good and bad), fantasies, and a dare. First Story, would greatly appreciate constructive criticism. Also, yes, this is a re-edit from a story that I had on a previous account. It got hacked, now I’m posting the better version on a new account.

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Lost in Roman times pt-3

Clash of history and world’s as characters of Greek and non Greek origin and not of the Spartans universe appear. (This story will now include Characters from Game of thrones, and slightly Dragon age)

Fiction

My Weekend With Dawn – Sunday Shower

The kissing and the water was starting to have an effect on my growing member and you reach down between us and start stroking me while our tongues continue to dance with each other. You then reach over and take the body wash off the shelf and begin soaping me up. I am now standing straight at attention as you continued to clean up my throbbing dick.

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My Master

I hear your key turn in the front door, and automatically assume my position on the floor: kneeling with my hands in my lap and my head bowed – we established long ago that I’m not allowed to look you in the eye without permission. As you enter the house and walk towards me I feel a rush of anticipation, and try and work out what mood you’re in by the speed and heaviness of your footsteps. I watch your shoes as they approach and stop in front of my knees. I don’t dare look up at you. Without being asked, I lean forward, kiss each shoe and whisper,
“Welcome home, master.” You make no reply but grab a handful of my hair and drag me to my feet. I can’t help but cry out, even though I know this will make you more angry. Maybe I do it on purpose.
You yank my hair, forcing me to look up into your dark eyes. You look me up and down with disgust, and I begin to feel a familiar tingling sensation between my thighs. “Did I TELL you to speak?” your mouth is right beside my ear now, I feel your hot breath on my cheek. I shake my head as best as I can with most of my hair caught up in your fist. “That’s right. So why the FUCK did you think I wanted to hear your voice? You deliberately spoke without permission didn’t you? Do you want me to punish you? Because now I’m going to have to – and it’s all your fault remember…you brought this on yourself you disgusting little bitch.” I look into your eyes again, silently pleading, but knowing you can see how much I love to hate this. I stumble as you drag me up the stairs, never letting go of my long hair, and lead me into the bedroom. You take me to the bed and suddenly push my head down hard, forcing me to bend over, with my elbows on the mattress in front of me. “You are going to count ever single time my hand hits you – and you will thank me for each one, understand?” I nod in reply, loving the total control you have over me. I almost forget about the oncoming spanking until I feel a sharp SLAP on my bare behind. My skin burns where your hand has just been and for the second time in the half hour that you’ve been back I exclaim in pain.
I manage to incorporate a shout of “One!” Into the agonized cry, but only just. I clench my hands and squirm in humiliation as I thank my master for the first slap. You never tell me how many strokes you are going to do when you spank me, and I love not knowing when it will be over. I am thinking this as your hand once again makes contact with my smooth, warm flesh. “Two! Th..thank..thank you!” *SLAP* “Three! Thank you!”
After about 30 swats on each cheek, my arse is bright pink. But I can tell you are nowhere near stopping. Each CRACK of the skin of your palm meeting the increasingly tender skin of my backside builds both mine and your arousal, and when the pain begins to cloud my focus I stop counting and start begging. As usual you pay no attention.
“PLEASE!” *SMACK* “PLEASE stop this! I..I can’t take anymore! I’m sorry for sp..speaking..without..without permission! It won’t happen again! I..” *SMACK* “I PROMISE!!!! PLEASE NO MORE!” I am sobbing now, my tears and mascara mix, making black streaks run down my face. Finally you stop, and spin me round to face you. You spit on my face, and I let it run down my cheek, already wet with tears. “You know you deserved that, don’t you?” “Y..yes master.” “And do you know WHY you deserved it?” “Yes.”
“Tell me why. I want to hear you say it.” “Because..because..” I hesitate, blushing. Getting impatient, you slap my face. “How stupid are you?! TELL. ME. WHY.” “Because I’m a dirty, worthless bitch.” “…And..?” “And I disobeyed you, I went against my controller. I..I thought for myself, which isn’t allowed.” “No it isn’t you fucking bitch. I think for you. You feel or do nothing unless I tell you to. You’re not a real person. All you are is my personal fuckdoll – put on this earth to please ME. I am your master and what are you?” “..I am your slave.” “And what does that mean? What must you do at ALL TIMES?” “Obey you.” “Tell me why that is again?” You pinch my nipple hard between your thumb and forefinger through my thin t-shirt, forcing me to shout the words; “BECAUSE YOU ARE MY MASTER! PLEASE NO MORE!!” You let go and I stand, whimpering, with my head bowed. “Good girl. Maybe tomorrow you’ll think before you speak.” I nod in reply. You push me out of the bedroom and order me to start preparing your dinner.
An hour and a half later I lay the plate of food in front of you, praying I’ve cooked this meal well enough. My hands shake slightly as you cut into your steak. I shut my eyes and wait. I hear you chewing the meat, but then you stop, and spit it out. I gulp. I start to feel a wetness between my thighs. In one movement you are out of your seat and pressing me to the wall, your hand around my neck.
“You KNOW I like my steak rare. What the fuck is that? That’s not fucking rare!” You stop crushing my windpipe and move back over to the table. There is a crash as you sweep everything onto the floor. “THAT’S where your cooking belongs. On the fucking FLOOR.” You shout. Grabbing me by the upper arms, you lift me onto the table and slam me down. Your strong hands rip off my t-shirt and thong – the only clothes you let me wear – and I feel the rough wood against my bare skin. I feel your hands on my hips as you force yourself inside me. I gasp as you brutally pump your cock in and out, bringing us both closer to the edge. Your fingers grip my hipbones with one hand, as you press down over my mouth with the other hand, muffling my mingled sobs and moans. Your grunts get louder and you start thrusting faster and faster, until finally we both reach a shuddering climax. I lie on the table, panting, as you pull out of me. Suddenly you slap my pussy hard. I whimper in shock. “Get on your knees on the floor. NOW.” I do as I am told, kneeling down in the mess that was, earlier this evening, your dinner.
The congealed gravy has pooled all over the linoleum tiles, and there are peas everywhere. The steak lies in front of where I’m kneeling. “Now look at this mess.” You tut, mocking me. “I think you need to clean our kitchen floor, bitch. And I think you should clean it with your tongue. So, get to it.” And with that, you sit down in a chair and take out your phone to make a call to your business partner, whilst watching me silently crying as I lower my face towards the filthy floor.
It takes me all night to lick the floor clean, and after a few hours you go to bed. The house is dark and cold as I crawl across the tiles, my face dripping with stone cold gravy. I pick up the steak with my teeth and manage to put it in the bin, not daring to disobey you by using my hands, even though you can’t see me.
The sun is rising before I’m finally done, and every bone in my body aches with tiredness. I wait for you to come down to the kitchen and inspect it – knowing it won’t be up to your standards, because nothing ever is. I wait in a kneeling position for hours, and when you eventually enter the kitchen and tell me to stand up, it takes me a while before I can feel my legs again. I beg for a drink of water, and you fill up the dog’s water bowl that you bought especially for me, and watch contentedly as I lap up as much water as I can before you cruelly snatch the bowl away and tip the rest of the water over me. You pick me up and put me over your shoulder, taking me upstairs to our room. Here you lie me down and handcuff both my hands to the frame of the bed. I lie submissively as you tape a vibrator to my clit. This is one of your favourite games; the vibrator is controlled by a small black remote that you take to work with you, and play with when you get bored. I love never knowing when or even if you’ll turn it on or off, and I am wet before you even leave the house. I hear the front door slam, and then a very faint click as the vibrator is switched on…

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Cousin Josh

Young love … there’s a glorious, fleeting beauty about it; one a heart does not understand until years pass … … This story takes a while to build up, and the sexual scenes are very detailed, which might not be everyone’s cup of coffee. Enjoy!

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And The Dog Made Three PT2

Chapter 2
Tracy lazily slid her foot down the Great Dane’s flank and under him, rubbing her instep up and down the length of his huge prick. Her dark eyes widened with delight when she felt how hard and hot his cock was. She had been thinking that she had ought to jerk the doggy off to relieve his frustration, but now she realized that playing with such a big, shapely prick would be fun, as well.
Major squirmed and wriggled, humping his cock out against the girl’s foot. His big head dipped down for another slurp at her cunt, then rose up, jaws dripping and amber eyes gleaming like a wolf standing over his prey.
Tracy leaned down and kissed the dog on his damp muzzle, tasting her own cunt-juices. He licked her face and she sucked his cream-soaked tongue into her mouth, French kissing the dog, adoring the combined sauce of doggy slobber and pussy-cum all blended together.
She reached under the big brute and folded her delicate hand around his cock-shaft. The doggy yelped and his iron-hard prick vibrated, thrilling the dog to the core.
Tracy had given hand-jobs to plenty of boys in her time, but this was the first that she had held a throbbing dog cock and the naughtiness of it really turned her on. Her well-tongued cunt began to simmer again. The lips opened like the petals of a flower and her clit stiffened and shot out, tingling.
The Great Dane woofed and inhaled, then dipped his head down to her groin again, obviously eager to tongue her some more. But now it was his turn to cream.
Tracy let him lap at her cunt for a few moments, then pulled his head from her groin and twisted around beside him, so that she could see his cock as she fondled it.
That huge prick looked as good as it felt.
Tracy even wondered what it would taste like! Her tongue slid across her lips automatically. She loved to blow guys and she could just imagine how frantic and enthusiastic a dog would get if a girl mouthed his prick. But she wasn’t sure if she was ready to do something as really naughty and depraved as sucking off a dog — not quite, not yet.
The dog humped through her fist, whining. Tracy slid her hand back and cupped his swollen scumbags, squeezing them gently and lifting them in her palm as if weighing his cum load. They were heavy and huge. She could feel his jism sloshing around inside the inflated bags as she jiggled them in her palm.
She pulled her hand up his cock-stalk. His hairy sheath curled up over the ledge of his naked red cock-head like a wrinkled carpet. Then she skinned back toward his balls and his cock knob loomed out, flaring.
Tracy sniffed, inhaling the musky, gamey aroma of that overheated cock-meat. The girl was still licking her lips, not even aware that she was doing it. The naked slab of his angry red crown looked so delicious that Tracy’s mouth had started to water — the natural reaction of a born cock-sucker even though she didn’t intend to blow the brute — not yet anyhow. Major was always available, and Tracy had a pretty shrewd idea that, now they had started fooling around together, they would be enjoying lots of mutual pleasures in the future.
“You like that, boy?” she whispered, as she gave his prick a slow push-pull.
The big doggy whimpered, his flanks rippling as he shoved his cock through her hand.
His piss-hole opened wider and a glob of frothy pre-cum came oozing out, all pearly on his red cock-knob. Tracy rubbed the slime into his smoking hot cock with her thumb.
“Oooooh,” she moaned, softly, when she felt how hot and thick his spunk was.
What a fucking thrill it was going to be when all of his steaming slime load came spurting out from his throbbing cock!
She held his balls in her left hand and began to stroke his cock-shaft steadily with her right hand, eager to milk the brute off. She leaned closer, staring at his bloated cock-knob. More preliminary fluids oozed out and Tracy whimpered.
“Wanna cum, Major?” she rasped, huskily. “Want me to pump your fuck-juice out, boy?”
Paws scrambling frantically on the tiles, the Great Dane humped, throwing his cock through her caressing hand. The knob loomed out toward her, dripping. Her fist skimmed him on his own lubrication, moving faster.
The girl squirmed closer, arching her back. “Shoot on my tits,” she moaned. “Yeah — yeah — cream all over my tits, Major!”
She thrust those fat tits toward him as she pumped his prick, eager to feel all that hot doggy jism splash on her tit meat. From the violent way that his iron-hard prick was jolting in her fist, Tracy knew she wouldn’t have long to wait.
The dog’s head was going up and down like a rocking horse as he screwed through her fist.
Tracy skimmed him lightly, then tightened her grip and frigged more firmly, pulling his sheath up and down around the core of his rock-hard cock-rod. More pre-cum bubbled from his pisshole, slathering his knob. Her fist pumped back to his balls, then stroked up to his cock-head, her hand working in counterpoint to the dog’s frantic humping.
“Oooooh — cum, boy — shoot on me!” Tracy moaned.
Her tits were tingling for his cum, the nipples standing out like little pink rockets.
Tracy was panting and jerking and her cum was smoldering and flooding. Her face was a mask of desire, radiant with passion as she pounded steadily away, beating the brute’s cock with vigor.
“C’mon — cream me, Major!” she whined, her lips trembling. “Give my tits a bath!”
His cock-head ballooned into a massive wedge of naked red meat as he humped out toward her. Tracy could feel the heat of his cock-knob waft over her tits. His dribbling pisshole was wide open now, lathering his fat slab. Her hand was all slippery and spunky as she tossed him up and down and his cock-shaft was so hot she thought it might blister her hand. His cock-head was swelling so big and fat it looked ready to burst.
Major yelped frantically.
“Oooooh — hose my tits — whitewash my tits!” the naughty girl wailed.
She was gasping and gurgling with the thrill of dog-frigging.
She inhaled his gamey scent, staring with intense concentration at his cock knob, anticipating the joy of seeing his fuck-juice come squirting out. She jerked and jacked, pumped and stroked, pulled and pushed steadily, bringing the big brute surging toward the crest.
The dog yelped again. His whole massive body was trembling violently. Tracy felt his scumbags explode in her left hand. She frigged down his cock-shaft, feeling his fuck-juice as it rushed up that pounding prick. As her fist pumped back to the root of his stalk, skinning his cock-head, his jism came shooting out in a geyser.
“Oooooh!” she squealed.
His first squirt fell on her fat tits, all thick and creamy and heavy as quicksilver. He shot again, on the recoil, as she pulled up his cock shaft. His jism spurted onto her nipples and bubbled into her cleavage.
Tracy was gasping with joy. No human prick had ever creamed her so abundantly. She pushed back and the Great Dane plunged forward, his cock-head spilling more spunk onto her tits. A creamy torrent skimmed up into the hollow of her throat.
“Ummm — keep it up, boy,” she whimpered. “Drown me in the fucking stuff!”
Her tits were awash already. Cum dripped from the rosy tips and slathered the upthrust globes, all milky white on her suntanned flesh. She looked down at her slimy tits, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled the starchy aroma of his jism, then gazed at his cock-head again, as another creamy spurt cascaded out.
The potent pet kept on creaming, spraying the cum-juice out with every stroke of her hand, fucking the girl’s fist with savage energy.
His cock-head pulsed in and out and his balls inflated then diminished as he spilled more scum out — then swelled with another load. His vitality seemed endless, his balls bottomless, his energy boundless. Tracy leaned closer and the doggy hooked upward through her fist. Another jism jet sped from his cock-knob and juiced her on the chin.
Tracy wailed. She turned her face away, then turned back. Her trembling lips parted and the tip of her tongue slid out. She jerked another spurt out right onto her mouth. The succulent slime foamed on her lips and frothed on her tongue, driving the teenager wild as the flavor registered on her taste-buds and she found that dog cum was even more yummy than it looked.
Her head tilted back, dark hair tumbling. Trembling, Tracy pumped more spunk into her open mouth.
Like a fluid rocket, the dumb brute’s fuck-juice flashed from his knob and doused her lips.
Tracy leaned closer and opened her mouth wider. She frigged his stalk and a slimy rope of cum skimmed over her tongue. She savored it, moaning, then swallowed. The sweet stuff warmed her belly like a fine cognac — and whetted her appetite for more. She kept on pumping and the dog kept on spunking.
Then, whimpering, Major faltered, his dynamic creaming coming to an end. His humping became erratic and jerky. His head hung down and his flanks heaved. He stood over Tracy as she milked out the last precious drops from his cock and balls.
She bent closer, all of her inhibitions melted in the heat of her desire. His slippery cock-head loomed right in her face. Her tongue slid out and she tapped the tip against his soaking knob, whimpering. The brute’s cock-meat, all slathered with his fuck juice, was scrumptious. Doggy cock was delicious, and Tracy knew that, right or wrong, naughty or not, she was going to be giving the brute plenty of head from now on. She flicked her tongue all over his gooey cock-knob, gathering up his slime and bathing his cock with her saliva.
Major whined at his new sensation. Tracy tongued him thoroughly, then kissed the tip of his prick and let her lips slowly part around it, feeding the naked slab of his cock-head right into her mouth and sucking on it.
“Ummmmm,” she purred.
Her cheeks hollowed in as she suckled. She slobbered down his hairy cock-rod, inching more of his cock into her mouth, her lips sucking and her tongue playing against the underside of his fat cock-head. She coaxed another drop of juice out from his pisshole, rolling the gooey glob on her taste-buds and then letting it slide down her throat.
The insatiable little minx was already wondering how soon the dog would be ready to cum again.
Leaning back, she smiled, thrilled by her own depravity. She felt deliciously naughty, so excited that she knew it would be hard to keep it a secret.
What would her friend, Jennifer, think if Tracy were to make a confession? It might prove interesting.

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Foreign Exchange – Yet another “Dental Care” sequel

I’m not the original author. The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

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Detention for Missing Homework

Jason doesn’t really like school very much…Buttttt, he has a really hot spanish teacher, the rumors he has heard about her: WOW! Apparently she likes having some “fun” with guys his age! He has no trouble trying to impress her, and finds it hard to keep his hard on down during class.