Carrie’s boyfriend had leased a Living Fuck Doll as soon as he turned eighteen and had become hooked on the experience.
In order to compete with his dolls, she had to pretend to be one as well. As he held her hands above her head and drove his cock down her slack-jawed mouth into the back of her well-trained throat for the fifth time that night, she knew she was doing a good job.
“He’s fucked me six times today and only fucked his new Doll ten times! I’m catching up!” she thought.
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A moment of getting real here
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masterlovehurts:
A moment of getting real here.
My family and I are struggling and I need the sales of my books and stories if I’m going to have any chance of pulling us out of this nosedive. My sales have been growing, and I’d wait it out to watch it grow at its own pace, if I could.
Even if you can’t buy one of the stories, letting your readers know about them can help. If you have bought some of my work, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. If you can review the stories on Amazon and/or Smashwords, that would help even more. Reviewed works get more sales.
Even if you’ve only read the rough drafts of some of my work on my ASSTR site, you can leave reviews on Amazon, you just won’t be marked as a “verified buyer.” It’ll still help and I appreciate it.
Now more than ever, I need the help of my fans. If you’ve enjoyed my work, if what I write makes your life a little more fun, a little more interesting, and a little hotter, then please consider buying some of my work and reviewing it. Even linking to my work and letting other people know how much you love it, can help.
I know I keep my identity secret, so some of you may doubt this is real and I don’t blame you… All I can say is, I wouldn’t be “breaking character” like this if the need weren’t dire… I hope you believe me. I understand if you don’t.
Sorry for the heavy message. I’ll get you guys back to your regularly scheduled smut momentarily.
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Always good to hear I’ve inspired others :)
Modern Slut Tip:
Your sister’s boyfriend is horny, but your sister isn’t home yet? That’s not a problem! You’ve got everything he needs to get off. Offer him your ass, mouth, or cunt (his choice) and do everything you can to help him cum!
He’ll be happy. Your sister will be proud that you took care of her man. You’ll be happy that you got fucked like a true and perfect slut.
Everyone wins!
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A moment of getting real here
masterlovehurts:
A moment of getting real here.
My family and I are struggling and I need the sales of my books and stories if I’m going to have any chance of pulling us out of this nosedive. My sales have been growing, and I’d wait it out to watch it grow at its own pace, if I could.
Even if you can’t buy one of the stories, letting your readers know about them can help. If you have bought some of my work, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. If you can review the stories on Amazon and/or Smashwords, that would help even more. Reviewed works get more sales.
Even if you’ve only read the rough drafts of some of my work on my ASSTR site, you can leave reviews on Amazon, you just won’t be marked as a “verified buyer.” It’ll still help and I appreciate it.
Now more than ever, I need the help of my fans. If you’ve enjoyed my work, if what I write makes your life a little more fun, a little more interesting, and a little hotter, then please consider buying some of my work and reviewing it. Even linking to my work and letting other people know how much you love it, can help.
I know I keep my identity secret, so some of you may doubt this is real and I don’t blame you… All I can say is, I wouldn’t be “breaking character” like this if the need weren’t dire… I hope you believe me. I understand if you don’t.
Sorry for the heavy message. I’ll get you guys back to your regularly scheduled smut momentarily.
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Makenzie had never been fucked in the ass before, but her wedding night was spent with cock after cock after cock stretching her once virgin hole.
Every single one of her new husband’s friends and male relatives took a turn, but none of them were as thick as her new father-in-law. She’d actually passed out a few times and had to be slapped awake before he could finish.
She hoped he looked forward to holiday dinners with her as much as she did with him.
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Amber’s 18th Birthday
Amber is a hot little eighteen-year-old who is finally getting everything she ever wanted - to be completely dominated by her mother’s master.
Her 18th birthday has finally arrived and the man she has always wanted has come to claim ownership of her. She couldn’t possibly dream of a better birthday present!
(Includes water sports)
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Lauren And The Invisible Man
Lauren gets a phone call from an unknown number telling her to wear her shortest skirt, her tightest and most revealing shirt, and to come to the laundry room in her apartment complex. At first, she decides not to go but talks herself into it while trying to talk herself out of it. Once in the laundry room, he gives her demands from some unseen location, blindfolds her, and fucks her every way.
He leaves without letting her see him, but is there more in store for her?
Remembering that anything that’s part of the foreplay is considered part of the fucking, Bob worked out a way to have a couple of maids as well as easy access to sluts to fuck.
He simply made Michelle and Alicia wear skimpy maid outfits and clean his house. It not only got him hard and ready, it also got his floors sparkling clean! Plus, with two of them, he could fuck the shit out of one while the other kept cleaning!
Best use of the college girls from across the hall he’d ever come up with!
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Master, I’m just beginning my first journey with BDSM. Do you have any advice for beginners?
Do a lot of research and have a lot of conversations with your partner(s) before trying anything. Stay safe. Stay healthy. Have fun.
When Catherine’s father was fired from his position as CEO, the company took ownership of all of his daughters over the age of eighteen as compensation for the money his decisions had cost the company.
She used to take private jets all around the world, Paris, Okinawa, Mauritius - everywhere. However, there had always been the ennui.
Once her life just became a series of cocks thrust down her throat, up her cunt or ass, between her tits or wherever; once every day ended with her covered in cum, she finally felt at peace.
“I wish dad had been fired years ago,” she said after swallowing some random man’s cum.
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Amelia and Nancy were in the final round of auditions for the part of Queen Titania in the local production of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”
They’d both been practicing their blowjobs for months to land the part. Whichever one managed to get the director to cum in her mouth would get the major role, while the other would just be a gangbang slut in the background.
“I’ll be happy either way, I guess, but I’d rather be up front where more people can see me swallowing cum. I wonder who they’ll pick to play Donkey-Dick?” Amelia thought as she twirled her tongue around the tip of the director’s cock.
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Lori was surprised when the man barged into the bathroom stall, pulled her off the toilet and started fucking her dripping wet pussy without saying a word.
The smell of her piss in the toilet, the feel of the cool air on her bare ass, and the sound of her moans echoing off the tiles was almost too much for her to handle.
“This- Fuck that’s good! This is just like how my mom got knocked up with me! Oh! Oh! Fuck yeah! Fuck my whore cunt! This is so fucking romantic!”
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Baylie was the preacher’s daughter, which is why Jim had been surprised that absolutely no one had signed up on the waiting list for her at the Living Fuck Doll offices.
“I’m fucking the holy Hell out of your asshole now, Baylie! Take that fucking cock! Take it hard, slut!”
He loved shouting at his doll while he fucked her in the ass. Not that she could hear, since the implant in her abdomen kept her unconscious, but it felt good for him.
It had actually been her father that had convinced her to sign up for the program, to help “Keep men from the sin of lust” since using her body while she was a Doll wouldn’t be “a real act of lust.”
He’d also made sure Jim signed up on the waiting list first. That preacher was the best one that small town ever had!
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Holiday Special: The Christmas Slut (sample)
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Summary: Tiffany loves the holiday season and dresses like an elf, just for the fun of it. Sure, it means answering questions from people who think she’s working at the stores, but it’s great just to help people out and make their days better!
While she’s out shopping, she gets asked to fill in for an elf that called in sick. However, it turns out it’s for a holiday-themed “stress relief” service.
Giving the gift of her body, time, and sexual prowess to people who need it? What could possibly be a better way to spread a little holiday spirit?
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Tiffany loved the holiday season. Fake trees in every store, bright reds and greens everywhere, candy canes, and mall Santas everywhere she looked. For her, it was a magical time full of sweetness and warmth, even in the bitter snow.
She smoothed out her elf costume, setting a few of the bells jingling, and walked out into the cold, winter air of the busy city. Carols played out of storefronts on tinny, word out speakers and shoppers moved in small crowds of blank-eyed consumer glut.
“I just wish there was a way I could make the season happier for even one of these people,” she said to herself.
She’d been out shopping that day too and a lot of people had asked her for advice and directions in all the stores she’d been in. She wore an elf costume, a reindeer costume, and a Santa Claus outfit at least once every year, just for the fun of it.
“Sure, people get a little confused and think I’m a worker at the stores, but then I get to help them and spread a little joy,” she’d told her friends on more than one occasion.
“Miss! Whatever the other store is paying you, I’ll double it!” she heard a voice shout from across the street.
She looked around and spotted an older, balding man in a wrinkled suit waving from an open door leading into a store she’d never noticed before. She pointed at herself after looking around to see if there was anyone else he could be talking to.
“Yes! You, in the elf costume. Our elf called in sick and we need one right now,” he said.
Tiffany crossed the street as soon as traffic cleared. She’d been on her way to finish a little last-minute shopping, but helping out someone who needed an elf, when she just happened to be walking by in an elf suit?
“That seems like fate to me,” she thought.
“You need an elf?” she asked.
“Yeah. You’re just about perfect. How old are you?” he asked, as his eyes wandered up and down her body, drinking in her long, slender legs in striped leggings, her narrow waist, and gentle, but provocative curves.
“I’m twenty-two,” she said, brushing back a lock of her black hair. “Why?”
“Oh, you know. Contracts and all that. Need to be sure you’re over eighteen,” he muttered. “My names, Rick Mulhoon, nice to meet you, uh?”
“Tiffany. Tiffany Spencer,” she said, reaching out and shaking his hand.
“Okay, Miss Spencer, if you just follow me, we can have you sign a few papers and you’ll be our elf for the day,” he said, leading her into the small, cramped store.
“So… Uh… What kind of work does an elf do?” she asked.
“Well, you know how a lot of people are really stressed out while shopping and just in general during the holidays?” he asked and she nodded. “Well, we provide a service that helps them relax and we do it with a holiday theme.”
She’d heard of those kinds of services. Places where Christmas shoppers got to have sex with holiday mascots.
“I… I don’t know if…” she stuttered for a moment.
“Ah. I see. Well, if you’re not comfortable with it… I guess there will just be a lot of holiday shoppers let down today. Nothing to be done for it,” he said, running a hand over his bald head.
“Well, I didn’t say I wouldn’t I just… How… how many people will be upset?” she asked.
He flipped through a few papers on his desk. “There are ten men and a woman who were hoping for an elf to bring them a little holiday joy today. But if you’re not comfortable…”
She looked down at the desk for a moment, her well-groomed eyebrows pushed together. “No. I’ll do it! It’s the season to make other people happy!”
“Perfect! I knew you were the elf for the job as soon as I saw you! Just sign this contract and we’ll get you set up in your workspace,” he said.
His smile was a little crooked and his face a little pasty, but she could tell that she’d already made his day better.
“Just think about it! I’ll make eleven more people happy today!” she thought as she signed the contract.
After adding her signature to a few pages of the contract, Mr. Mulhoon led her down a hallway with several doors leading off of it. She heard moans, squeals, and sighs from each. As a man was leaving one, tucking his shirt into his trousers, she peeked in and saw a busty redhead dressed in the top half of a reindeer outfit. The woman was panting, her face covered in cum, and a large, purple dildo sticking halfway out of her red fur-lined pussy.
“Did you see the smile on that guy’s face?” she asked.
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Modern Gentleman Tip:
When a slut misbehaves, it’s not only important to deny her your cock, but also to make sure she is present to witness another slut getting used by your cock.
Let her begging and pleading fall on deaf ears. Make sure she knows that you are disappointed and that’s why the other slut is getting to have fun with your cock. Make sure she understands that being a good slut is the only way she can get access to the cock she craves so dearly.
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He’d woken Kelsey up around 2:30 in the morning and told her to start sucking his cock. She was groggy, but she crawled up to the end of the bed and took his thick rod down her throat.
She didn’t know who he was. Probably just another guy from the bar across the street. She was sure they told their customers that if they were horny they could just head over to her apartment.
She’d have to stop in and give them all a heartfelt thank you.
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Erotic Fiction Samples
Tried to collect all the samples of my longer works as Broken Arrow under the sample-fiction tag:
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Could you do something involving ball gags and being tied up please? Thank you.
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Michelle had a terrible habit of screaming at the top of her lungs anytime her boyfriend fucked her ass, so he figured out a great solution.
“You’ll just wear this ball gag while I fuck your ass,” he’d said before tying her hands behind her back and gagging her.
She screamed into the gag the entire time, but it was much quieter and a much better experience for her boyfriend.
“You know, I like you a lot better this way. Think we’ll just keep you gagged from now on unless you’re sucking my cock, licking my balls, or tonguing my asshole,” he said.
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Could you write about the selection process of the elite's, cause it'll make a good story, like they are chosen cause of dna or cause they were born at certain important timings.
It’s purposely left as a mystery. Some are wealthy. Some are homeless. Some are geniuses. Some are average. Some have huge cocks. Some have tight pussies.
If you read “I Am Elite” you’ll see that they simply receive notice and their ring and then they have authority.
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I’m kind of confused about the purpose of the Elites, if all men can have sex with women and do whatever they want then why have Elites who can do the exact same thing? Why have a special group that no one can say no to if the people already can’t say no? Thanks. -1984 anon from a while back
The Elites are a separate fictional world from the freeuse settings you’re thinking of. As I’ve stated on multiple occasions, I write about several different fictional worlds. In the world of The Elites, only the Elites have absolute sexual power over everyone else.
These are different fictional worlds for different concepts…
Madeline knew that her asshole was just another place for a man to shove his cock, that’s why she spent countless hours training it when she learned it was really hard for her to take a dick in the ass. She’d spent most of her eighteenth birthday party passed out while the guests fucked her ass raw. She was so embarrassed!
However, her ass is a perfect, wonderful, silky, and tight cock-sleeve now! She likes showing men that she can fuck her ass on their cocks while they relax.
Every woman should aspire to succeed like Madeline!
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Halloween Special: Haunted Whore House (sample)
Summary: Halloween means haunted houses, parties, and fucking like crazy. Well, it means that in the world where Kristen and Erin live.
They’ve agreed to work at the Haunted Whore House this Halloween. There will be screams of pain and pleasure, moans of excitement and terror, but mostly good fun for all. Especially for the men who visit.
Celebrate the evening of terror and treats with these two hot sluts and see what it’s like in a world where adult Halloween means playing dead on a mattress, being a fuckable vampire queen, and scaring the fuck out of men while they cum!
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“I don’t know why I volunteered to work the haunted whore house this year! I’m missing out on all the good parties!” Erin said.
She smeared on a bit more of the white face paint and brushed in some silver to make her blonde hair look a little gray. She was dressed in a torn, tattered version of her everyday clothes: denim pants with the ass and crotch ripped out, a tee-shirt torn open in the front, and her hair tied into a pair of loose pigtails.
“Well, you’re the one who said we should do it since we’re both eighteen this year,” Kristen said, brushing back her long black hair and checking her own costume in the mirror.
“I know. I know… It’s just… I thought it’d be fun, but here I am playing ‘corpse number five’ while you get to be Dracula’s Bride,” she said and slapped Kristen’s round, firm ass for emphasis.
Kristen gave Erin a playful slap on her cheek and straightened out her long, clingy, black dress. It had velcro in several key areas, to make it easier for guys to 'rip off’ of her while they made their way through the haunted whore house.
Erin looked at herself and Kristen in the mirror, sighed at how much sexier her friend looked, and threw herself down on her bed where she could count the plastic stars on her ceiling.
“Perk up. I think it’s fun,” Kristen said and plopped down on the bed next to Erin.
“That’s easy for you to say! You get to fuck back when the guys fuck you! You have no idea how hard it is to just lay there and pretend to be dead while getting gangbanged!”
“I bet I could get Gregg to make you one of my zombie sex slaves.”
“Oh? I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, slut?” Erin teased, sitting back up and looking into Kristen’s hazel eyes.
“You pretty much are already anyway,” Kristen teased back.
They both broke out into high-pitched giggles until Erin snorted, then they paused and stared at each other again, only to erupt into uncontrollable laughter until they were both laying down on the bed, panting, and letting out a few weak and lingering laughs.
“Okay, we really gotta get going now,” Kristen said, standing up and looking down at Erin’s petite body.
Erin rolled over on her side and stared out the window.
“C'mon! We promised we’d work every night until Halloween. Just be glad we’re not the girls who have to work Halloween night!”
“I didn’t think it would get so boring, or that I’d ache all over so much,” the petite brunette said.
“You think I’m not aching too? But we promised and I know you hate breaking promises more than you hate pretending to be a corpse. Plus, I’m really sure I can get you in as one of my zombie sex slaves. Probably…”
“I know. I know. Fine! Another night as 'corpse number five’ it is! I’ll try to stay so still and quiet that the guys will think I’ve actually passed on. Maybe I’ll even give one or two of them a jump scare. You know, shout 'BOO!’ just when they’re cumming or something.” The wicked, lopsided smile that Kristen had grown to love spread across Erin’s face while she hatched her little plan.
“Ooooo! Maybe that could be a regular feature of the Haunted Whore House! You should totally do it!”
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Even after the Sexual Service Act passed, Riley dressed fairly conservatively. She’d always been a bit sheltered, so it was no real surprise. However, she had no idea that the thin straps of cloth she wore to cover he nipples, cunt, and asshole only made men want to fuck her even harder than any of her friends.
She’d probably figure it out eventually, but she’d also still choose to drive men to fuck her mercilessly.
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Angela never guessed Mark was into her, not until he was balls deep into her ass that is.
“Does… does this mean you always wanted to fuck my ass?” she asked.
“Well… not always, but for a really long time now, yeah I’ve wanted this ass wrapped around my cock,” he said, pounding into her a little harder.
“Fuck! I’m so glad The Act passed! Now- Now I’ll really know which men have wanted me and haven’t fucked me yet!”
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I Am Elite (sample)
Summary: The Elite are a group of people elevated to a status above every other person on the planet. They have complete, total, and absolute sexual authority over everyone else. Their word is law- stronger than law. They sit above both the laws of the common man and the laws of nature. They are tasked with acting on their desires and commanding others to act as they see fit.
This is the story of a man who finds himself newly granted Elite status, how he comes to terms with the power and responsibility, and what he does to change the lives of those around him. It all starts in a restaurant, with a hot waitress under the table.
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I’m just a normal guy. I wake up. I put on my clothes. I go to work. I come home. There’s nothing particularly special about me. Even my car is average - so average that losing it in the parking lot is easier than losing a quarter to a gumball machine. I’m basically the same as you or any other man. Just a guy wandering through life, trying to make sense of it, and trying not to drown in his own worries.
At least, that’s what I was, until the day I became one of The Elite. No one seems to know exactly what the selection process is, but once you’ve been designated, that’s it, you’re in control. Everyone around you has to do exactly what you way when it comes to sex. Even if it’s with people other than yourself. Even if it’s something for them to do long after you’ve left.
But you see, I just didn’t know if this was something I could do, being one of the Elite. I mean, I’d fantasized about it, everyone has, but the responsibility, the weight of it - I didn’t really think about that. You see, I’m in charge of literally everyone I see. I have to make a decision, even if that decision is to just let them go about their own business, but it’s always a decision.
I was really worried about it, but that was before I met Cynthia. She was a waitress at the local greasy spoon. She must have painted her jeans on in the morning. Her tight, little bubble-butt seemed to push the boundaries of physics and her perky tits don’t need a bra, which she wasn’t wearing anyway. She kept her light-brown hair in a ponytail and her pink lips looked as soft as the rest of her alabaster skin.
I knew the minute I walked in, I’d be using my authority as one of The Elite to have my cock up her ass and my hands on her tits. After all, no man with complete sexual authority over everyone would let the chance to fuck her perfect, round, tight bubble-butt pass him by.
So, I ordered my coffee, my waffles, and then showed her my ring. It was a fairly simple design. A titanium ring, fitted to my right ring finger, with a wolf’s head and an Elite ID code embossed on it.
“You- You’re one of The Elite?” she asked.
“Just got my ring yesterday,” I told her. “Haven’t used my new status yet, though.”
“Oh. I guess I can see how it might take some time to adjust. I’ll- I’ll be right back with your order,” she said and walked back to the kitchen.
I could have told her to stay, to get under the table and suck my cock, but I wanted my coffee and waffles. So, it was fine for her to go about her job for the time being.
I looked around the fairly empty restaurant and took note of the rest of the customers. There was a thin girl with thick glasses studying a thick, college level Algebra textbook while drinking her way through an entire pot of coffee, a young man and his girlfriend talking about their plans to go on vacation, and an old man reading the newspaper.
Of course, one other waitress was on duty. Thicker than Cynthia, but not overweight in the least. She had a round, soft face framed by her blonde hair and an even softer body.
Cynthia came out of the kitchen just a few moments later with my plate of waffles, a cup of coffee, and a little basket of sugars and syrups
“Here’s your order, sir. Is there anything else you’d like?” Cynthia asked.
“Not as a customer, but as an Elite, I’d like you to get under the table and start sucking my cock,” I said.
“I- um- I… ye- Yes sir,” she stammered out before slowly getting on her hands and knees.
She crawled under my table, stopped for a moment, then I felt her slender fingers unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping my fly, and tugging my pants down. I lifted my weight a little to make it easier for her and in a minute, I was naked from the waist down in a restaurant about to have my dick sucked by a hot waitress.
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Erica was always the last girl at the party. It used to really get her down because it meant no guy had decided to take her home, but then her best friend pointed out something really cool.
“Isn’t it just because you get gangbanged all night? I mean, it’d be pretty rude for one guy to take you home and deny all the other guys your holes for the night,” her best friend had said.
“Oh my fucking God! You’re right! It’s not that no guy wants me. It’s that too many want a piece of me! I’ve been such a dumb slut!”
“Yes. Yes, you have. Good for you!”
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Being 18 #4: Betty’s New Normal (sample)
Summary: It’s been a few months since Betty’s 18th birthday and she’s adjusting well to being a woman that any older man can fuck at any time. Mr. Addams also managed to knock her up on her birthday, so her belly and breasts have started to swell.
Her boyfriend loves to play with her swollen, milky breasts and fucks her lovingly. Mr. Addams of course still has his cock in the mix, whenever and however he likes.
Join her in this world where every woman from the age of 18 on up serves the sexual desires of the men in her community. It’s just the new normal for her, but it’s a great time for us.
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Betty spread her slender fingers out across the small bump of her belly and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Her blonde hair fell over her petite shoulders and barely covered her swelling breasts. Her clothes were starting to get a little too tight, but she hadn’t gone to buy anything larger.
It had been four months since Mr. Addams had decided to knock her up on her eighteenth birthday. She’d noticed her little baby-bump growing for a few weeks, but other people had finally started to notice as well.
“I don’t think I’ve ever looked prettier,” she thought, bringing a hand up to one breast while running the other over her rounding belly.
Her breasts were getting more sensitive every day and her boyfriend, Andy, took advantage of that sensitivity every chance he got. She was sure she’d be breast feeding him as well as her new baby once she finally gave birth.
Her phone rang and she dived onto the bed to answer it. “Hi! This is Betty.”
“Hey, Bets, you comin’ over today?” her boyfriend asked.
“I don’t know. Are you going to torture my poor little tits again?” she teased.
“You better fuckin’ believe it, babe! I’m going to twist those nipples and suck them dry,” he said.
“I don’t then. I mean, you get to fuck me and play with my tits until I cry and pass out, but what do I get?” she asked.
“Well, you better do it while you can. Once the baby comes, that’ll be his milk,” she said, rubbing one of her hardening nipples before letting her hand fall between her legs.
“That kid’s gonna have to share. No way I’m givin’ up your tits now that they’re gettin’ big. So, you gonna get that hot, little ass and big tits over here or what?” he asked.
“Well, Mr. Addams said he wants me over at his place tonight. He wants to fuck my ass. Since he’s the one that knocked me up, I kinda have to be at his beck and call until the baby comes.”
“Awe, c'mon! If you come over right now, you’ll still have time to suck my cock and get that hot, little pussy fucked hard.”
“Well… Promise me you’ll be quick? If you promise you’ll be quick, then I’ll come over right now. Mr. Addams will be really rough with me if I’m late, you know,” she said, adding a little tease to her voice.
“Yeah. Fuck yeah! I’ll fuck you fast and hard, you slut. Just get your ass over here already,” he said.
She blushed and bit her lower lip. “He’s such a romantic boyfriend,” she thought.
“Okay. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Love you!”
“Love you too, slut,” he said before hanging up.
Betty threw on her sandals, grabbed her purse, and bolted out the front door to her pink sedan. She knew Andy had a hard time waiting when he was horny and she didn’t want to make him wait too long.
Betty unbuttoned her pants and slid one hand down, thankful that she drove an automatic instead of having to use a stick shift.
“I’ll be wet and ready by the time I get to Andy’s, so he won’t even have to worry about warming me up. Oh, fuck! I’m gonna be so tired by the end of today. First Andy and then Mr. Addams. I’ll be lucky if I can walk straight tomorrow,” she said to herself while driving and flicking her middle finger over her sensitive clit.
She almost drove past Andy’s house, but with a sharp turn, some squealing brakes, and her own little moan as she climaxed, she just managed to slip her car into his driveway.
She hopped out of her car, clicked the button to lock all the doors and walked as fast as she could to the front door. Andy was already there, opening the wooden door, completely naked with his rock-solid cock in his left hand.
“Finally! I’ve been waiting forever!” he said, but a wink and a nod made it clear he was teasing her.
He pulled her inside, closed the door, shoved her down to her knees, and had his cock pistoning in and out of her sucking mouth, knocking into the back of her throat with each stroke, before she could even say hello. Every few strokes her nose twitched, tickled by the rough hair at the base of his cock. She wondered if he’d ever shave it. “It might be interesting to suck his cock without all the hair around it.”
Betty shifted out of her sandals, unzipped her pants, and shimmied out of them without missing a stroke of Andy’s cock down her throat. She only pulled herself free of his cock long enough to peel away her shirt, exposing her swelling breasts, so Andy would have a better show while he fucked her mouth.
“Ah! Fuck yeah! April’s dad has been fuckin’ greedy with you! I’ve needed to fuck the shit out of you for days!”
“I know, but it’s just for a few more mon-mffs,” she tried to explain, but Andy just shoved his cock back into her mouth.
“Yeah, I know. Old guys always get first dibs. I can’t wait until I’m one of the old guys,” he said, daydreaming while he fucked Betty’s suckling mouth.
“Mm-hmm,” Betty moaned around his cock, trying to keep up her side of the conversation with a cock in her mouth was a skill she’d worked on ever since she’d started dating Andy.
Andy grabbed hold of her head and pulled her back and forth along his, drawing her forward while thrusting, to make each stroke harder, deeper, and faster. After a couple minutes of her gagging, choking, and moaning around his cock, he pulled her free, picked her up in his arms, and carried her into the living room.
She was amazed at how romantic he could be sometimes. Here he was, having to settle for a quick fuck, because Mr. Addams wanted her, and he was still willing to carry her around like a princess!
“It’ll be more comfortable on the couch,” he said, laying her down and climbing onto the couch between her open legs. “One good thing about April’s dad knocking you up is that you finally let me fuck your pussy.”
“Yeah, I mean I don’t know why I held out for so long, but now that I’m already pregnant, I figure I should at least let my boyfriend fuck me like Mr. Addams does, you know?”
“Ha! I’ll fuck you way harder than that old man!” he said, slipping his cock into her slick cunt and starting to work it back and forth.
Betty always told him that he fucked her harder and better than Mr. Addams. It was a little true. The way Andy fucked her was easier on her and left her a lot less sore the next day, but she had to admit that Mr. Addams was a lot rougher and that she only really felt like a woman when she was being fucked into a mindless stupor by him.
Andy’s thrusts became harder and drove into her, shaking her body with each thrust. His rough lips found one of her soft, sensitive nipples and he started to suck, taking moments to twirl his tongue around before drinking down the bitter milk she’d started making. When he got one nipple hard, he’d switch to the other and play with the still wet, sensitized one with his fingertips.
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In a world where science has discovered that men fucking women in the ass makes men and women better students, colleges and universities everywhere have instituted Surprise Anal Sex Week and other special event weeks to relieve tension and increase success. It’s a world in which the rules of civilized society are markedly different from our own, in which sexual accessibility is a civic duty.
We follow Kate as she is fucked over a drinking fountain, meets a man with some massive meat, and becomes his favorite fellow student. Betty leads us down a path full of anal gang-bangs and powerful passions. Even the female professors join in as Miss Viera Williams makes a deal to spare her tender ass some use and Miss Molly Debrier becomes the guest of a dormitory of hung and horny men.
Her neighbor had been watching a series of workout videos online: “Abs of Steel. Sluts of Painal”
It showed how men could use any nearby slut to tone and build muscle with just a few simple workouts that made sure to focus on muscle groups the men needed to work out and focus on providing the painal women need to function in modern society.
“Now, be sure to maintain the ‘nelson’ while lifting the slut up and down your cock. If you have enough breath to call her a few names, that shows that you’re progressing nicely,” the video said.
Taylor was just glad she lived next to a health nut like him! She was getting assfucked at least twice a day, treated like little more than workout equipment, and even toning up and losing weight a little herself!
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Taylor Is A Human Urinal 4: Homecoming (sample)
Summary: Taylor has finally returned home, but can she adjust to all the changes that have happened in her absence? Coulter has moved into her apartment with her roommate, Jessica, and they have sold off all of her stuff – even her clothes! What did they do to her bedroom?
Taylor never bothered to read the contracts she signed, but that has caught up with her. Thanks to signing a contract with a coffee shop, she’s been serving as a urinal to cover for the broken one for over a month! She also finds out that every one of her orifices, crevices, and every inch of her flesh is open for use by the managers, staff, and customers of the coffee shop, as they see fit. She can’t even get out of it by quitting, because the contract stipulates that she is still responsible for all “extraneous duties” if she quits, but without pay.
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Taylor looked around her apartment. It had been so many months since she’d last seen it, that she barely recognized the place.
She wondered what Coulter and Jessica had done there while she had been working as a urinal in Kenya, but figured it was pretty useless to worry about. She was home. Back in America. Back in her own apartment. Granted, she shared that apartment with her boss and roommate, but at least it wasn’t a dingy stall with a dog-pillow for a mattress.
“I changed your room into a little sex dungeon, so you’ll have to sleep on the floor out here,” Coulter said.
“What about all my stuff? My clothes? My laptop? My bed!?” she asked.
“We sold your clothes and most of your stuff. Your bed is still in there, but it’s strictly for fucking on now. Don’t want Jess here leaving the bed I sleep in all wet and soggy.”
“But…”
“I heard you slept on the floor in the bathroom in Kenya, so you should be used to it by now. Think of it this way, at least you’ll only be getting fucked by me and Jess, and a few of my friends at night, instead of some random stranger.”
“I- You- but…” Taylor fumbled for the right words to argue, but after months of her mouth being little more than a place for men to shove their cocks before pissing or cumming, she was finding it difficult to put words together at all, let alone when it came to arguing about where she’d sleep or what had happened to her stuff.
“It’s not like you’ll need all that stuff, Tay. Clothes, laptop, bed, and all that. You’ll be pretty much naked and getting fucked or drinking piss all the time,” Jess chimed in.
“No, you’re right.”
Jess had just reminded Tay that she was completely naked. She hadn’t worn clothes in so long, she’d forgotten what it was like to even think about it. She looked at Jess, naked and lounging on the couch, then at Coulter who was the only one of them wearing clothes.
Coulter sat down on the couch, unzip his pants, and pulled his rock-hard dick out. After giving it a few strokes, he grabbed Jessica by her blonde hair and shoved her face down to his crotch. She started sucking on the tip, then took it deep in her throat.
“You’re a smart cookie, Jess. For that, you get to suck my dick,” he said.
Jess moaned around his cock as if it were the best thing she’d ever put in her mouth. Tay wondered if it was all for show or if Jessica really enjoyed being bullied by Coulter.
“Come here, Taylor.” he said.
Taylor hesitated, her knees locked in place for a moment. She’d been so eager to suck his cock when she’d first been let out of the shipping crate because she was just glad to be home, but now, it was like her home, her body too, belonged to him.
“Now.”
She dropped to her hands and knees, keeping her ass just a little higher than her slender shoulders and crawled over to Coulter. Jess continued to suck and gag on his thick cock and Taylor ducked under for a moment to kiss his balls, the coarse hair tickling her nose and making her sniff.
“That’s a good slut.”
He pulled her up onto the couch, next to him, and pressed his lips to hers. His fingers brushed over the small amount of hair on her head that had grown back while she’d been shipped back to America. Taylor shivered but was unsure if it was fear, loathing, or desire.
“Maybe it’s all three,” she thought, pressing her lips back to his.
It had been months since anyone had kissed her. Almost all the men at her job in Kenya had just fucked her or made her drink their piss or both.
“It’s nice to be home,” she said.
“You know something, I’ve really missed you. I didn’t think I would, but no one takes a dick up the ass like you,” Coulter said.
“Th- Thanks…”
“In fact, I’ve been thinking that we’ll add a sign to the bathroom at work letting customers know that they should use your hot, little ass after they finish using you as a urinal.
"I-” she started to object, but she’d been used that way for months, so it would be nothing new to her. “I think that’s a good idea, Sir.”
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“I’ll have to fuck your ass hard and fast this morning. I’m running late,” her stepbrother said.
“But… but the last time you did that, I passed out and never made it to my job!” Danielle said.
“That’s okay. If you can’t make the rent this month, I’ll just sell you off as a house slut. Jared’s been wanting you for fucking ages!”
“But what will you do?”
“Your friend Sara. Her ass is even tighter than yours and she passes out every single time I fuck it!”
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Modern Slut Tip:
Just because a man hasn’t stopped in at your home to fuck your ass, it doesn’t mean your get a night off. Get your biggest toy out of the closet, bend over, lube up, and work that asshole like an angry man!
After all, a day spent without training and demeaning yourself is a day wasted. Don’t be a wasteful slut, be a prepared slut! Fucking is what you are for, so even if you can’t find a man, you should fuck yourself just as hard.
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Being 18 #3: Betty's Birthday Lessons Continue
Being 18 #3: Betty’s Birthday Lessons Continue
Summary: It’s Betty’s 18th birthday and the skinny, blonde, blue-eyed teen has just learned that instead of a party and presents, she’s getting fucked and knocked up by Mr. Addams, one of her dad’s friends.
However, just because he’s cum up her tight, little, teen cunt, it doesn’t mean he’s done with her. Can she take his thick cock up her ass? Why is he following her into the bathroom? He just made her drink what?
Betty is about to learn that being 18 means a girl has to become a woman who serves men, however those men want her to serve.
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Mr. Addams snuggled up to Betty in her bed. His arms were thick, strong, and comforting in a way that even her boyfriend’s weren’t.
As she felt his cum trickle out of her brutally fucked cunt, she wondered if she’d have to change and clean the sheets more often. She figured it wouldn’t be too much more since most men would probably just fuck her in the living room like they did to her friends who had already turned eighteen before her.
She pushed her firm ass back and rocked it up and down, nestling Mr. Addams thick cock between the silky cheeks of her teen ass. The soft skin of his cock and the bumpy veins, sent new sensations up through her body as her tender asshole slipped up and down the length of his cock.
“Mr.- Mr. Addams. Do you have any lube?” she asked.
As if in response, he rammed his thick cock up her still dripping cunt a few times, then pulled out. She felt the thick head of his cock line up with her virgin asshole, a moment of panic passed through her mind, but too late as he shoved forward, burying the first few inches of his cock up her ass.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It hurts! Please, please go slow, Mr. Addams! Oh god, it feels like… like your cock is fucking huge, so much fucking bigger than it was in my pussy.”
“Going easy on you today won’t do you any favors, in the long run, slut,” Mr. Addams said, then thrust his massive rod a few more inches up her tiny ass.
Betty bit down on her covers and stifled a scream she was sure would have brought the walls down in her bedroom. She felt his tongue lick a tear from her cheek and then a soft kiss on her neck.
She needed to pee. She hadn’t been sure of it before. It had been just a little worrying sensation, but now that she had a cock in her ass, pressing into her, she knew that she definitely needed to pee.
“I’ve got to go to the bathroom real quick, Mr. Addams. I’ll be right back. I promise,” she launched herself off of his cock and her bed, her asshole surprising her with a popping sound, like a finger popping out of a mouth. Then she ran down the hall to the bathroom.
She knew it was rude to leave a man who came to visit her while he was still fucking her, but she figured he’d be fine with it as long as she apologized. She figured she’d even have a chance to lube up her ass with something from the bathroom, so it’d go a little easier.
After all, everyone has to piss, even sluts like me,“ she thought.
Mr. Addams was right behind her, standing in the bathroom door, his thick cock bouncing in front of him as if he’d just stopped running.
"I’m not done with your ass,” he said and followed Betty into the bathroom.
Since we’re here, I’ll make it a little easier for you.
He grabbed a bottle of conditioner from the shower, squeezed some onto his cock and grabbed hold of the petite teen, spinning her around and bending her over the toilet. He moved so fast, she lost her thoughts just trying to keep up with what he was doing.
In a moment, she was bent over, her hands gripping the toilet lid for support, trying to keep from being knocked over by his thrusts and trying not to piss herself.
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Serena Stories 2: Serena Becomes A Fucktoy just got a new review on Smashwords :)
The story continues! Serena (that hot little brunette slut) and a guy go back to her place for some rough sex and a bit of submissive/Master play. Her big purple vibrator gets in on the action too!
“You’re both pretty far behind on your projects,” their boss said. “You’ll have to come in on weekends, Sunday as well, until you’ve caught up.”
Ashley and Sarah looked up at him while they continued to suck on his cock and balls.
“It’d be easier to keep up on our projects if we didn’t have to stop every few minutes to get fucked by-” Ashley started to protest, but he shoved his cock back into her mouth.
“She’s right. If you guys could jack off or fuck us from behind more often instead of all the blowjobs and-”
He grabbed Sarah’s hair and shoved her back to his balls where she started sucking again, her sentence cut off.
“You ladies will just have to work at getting men to cum faster. It’s all just part of office work.”
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Shaina Earns An A (sample)
Summary: Colleges have begun allowing young women to leverage their physical talents when taking final exams instead of taking written tests. They can choose to allow their professors to fuck them for an ‘A’ on any final. Women fought long and hard for the right to leverage all of their natural advantages and Shaina prefers to use her body to get the best grade possible.
Will she be able to handle the way Mr. Connor uses her tight, freshman body? She was the last one to make it to his house, so he’s keeping her for the weekend? He wants her to clean his cock, which had just been up her ass, with what? It’s going to be a hard earned 'A’ for Shaina this time around.
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When Shaina offered to let her professor fuck her instead of taking the final exam, she figured she’d give him a few blowjobs, let him bury his cock in her pussy for a night, and get an 'A’ for her final grade.
She’d heard that there was a time when sexual service wasn’t an option for girls in college to make the grade, but that had been years before she’d ever been born. Thanks to all the protests, marches, and lobbying, women had won the right to be tested on their sexual prowess. It was usually a great system and let a girl use her potential to the fullest.
Part of her wished she’d just taken the final exam. It might have been easier. Instead, she went to his house after her Friday classes were over and waited on his front porch, at the end of a long line of girls taking the same option.
Shaina wondered how long Mr. Connor been drilling his cock up her tiny asshole. The pain moving through her body, like tendrils of fire, from her aching asshole made it seem like hours and, with the pills he’d popped, maybe it had been.
Her legs ached. Mr. Connor had pushed them so far back that her heels were behind her head. The position she was in made it impossible for her to see anything other than Mr. Connor’s face or his cock driving into her aching hole. He was in his forties, not really tall, but not short, with feathered salt-and-pepper hair that was thinning at the top. He didn’t look very strong, he had thin arms and a slight gut, but the way his hands gripped her ankles and the force of his thrusts into her ass made it clear he was stronger than he looked.
Her blonde hair had long since been drenched with sweat, almost all of the curls had been lost, and her eyes were barely open. She gasped and moaned with every one of his thrusts into her overworked asshole.
“How much longer until I get an A?” she asked, in a voice between a moan and a whisper.
“I’m going to fuck your ass so long and hard, you’ll feel it until the next time you need an A. Then I’m going to fuck it all over again,” he said.
“Oh fuck,” she said as her eyes rolled back.
“I’ll never get tired of the way you freshmen girls squirm and shake while you’ve got a cock up your asshole,” he said, then laughed, pausing his strokes in and out of her tortured ass for a moment.
“Haven’t you had enough today? I mean, there were all those girls before me.”
“There’s never enough when it comes to college freshmen girls. Especially you. I’ve been hoping you’d take the sexual service option instead of the final exam. This is going to be the best weekend I’ve had all year,” he said.
“Wee- Fuck that hurts! Weekend? I thought you’d just fuck me a few times tonight and-”
“Just tonight? No. I always keep the last girl in line on Friday at the end of the semester for the entire weekend. I’m just lucky you were so late. Now I get to have your ass for three nights.”
“But.. the other girls-”
“Were here early and on time. Of course, if you’d prefer to fail the class, you can always choose to go home after I cum up your ass tonight.”
“I… I… no, I’ll stay,” she said.
“I knew you’d make the right choice, Shaina. You were always one of the brighter students in class.”
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Even in ancient Egypt, freeuse was taking root in the minds of the people. As seen on the Turin Erotic Papyrus, women would even have men fucking them while they applied makeup.
Scholars believe that most long-lasting societies eventually engage in freeuse sexual lifestyles in order to maintain order and keep the general population sated and happy.
Encouraging people to fuck as often as they like and who they like really does stabilize a society. Just like beer brought about farming, freeuse tends to lead to stable civilizations.
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Cheyanne got new boots and he got to fuck her as hard as he wanted, anywhere he wanted.
That was apparently in front of the glass front door and in her ass.
She didn’t mind though. Maybe, even more guys would see how much of a hot slut she was in her new boots and she could make even more deals with them.
“I’m a smart cookie!” she said.
“Whatever. Look, it’s the mailman. Offer him a blowjob while I assfuck you and I’ll get you a cup of coffee this morning.”
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Leg warmers and high heels, that’s all Destini had been allowed to wear since the moment she’d turned eighteen.
At first, she’d been a bit embarrassed by it. Being naked, watched by every man she walked passed, suddenly being shoved to her knees or face down on some furniture so they could fuck her senseless.
It was a whole week before it felt normal for her. She always had been a bit of a late bloomer.
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Amber's 18th Birthday (sample)
Summary: Amber is a hot little eighteen-year-old who is finally getting everything she ever wanted - to be completely dominated by her mother’s master.
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“Amber, come downstairs. He’s here!” her mother called up the hardwood stairs to her daughter. Jill was in her early thirties, had clear brown skin, ample breasts that strained against the sheer fabric of her shirt, and a round ass that could still grip a cock as tightly as any twenty-year old’s.
Amber quickly ripped off her clothes until she was wearing nothing but a tiny pale-blue string t-shirt that only just barely covered her pert tits and white and blue striped boxer-briefs that clung to her newly eighteen-year-old ass like a thin layer of paint. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail with a little blue hair-tie.
Her mother had always told her that no man could resist the charms of a woman from India. The slavish devotion the boys in her high school showed her over the last few years seemed to tell her it was true. Her mother had also begun to tell her of one man that was more than just a man.
“Oh my God! I finally get to, to, to-” Amber shouted as she bounced down the stairs to meet the man she’d been waiting for all day.
When she reached the second to last step she jumped to him, wrapped her thin legs around his waist, her willowy arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. Her tongue explored his mouth, slowly at first, but then deeper and more desperately.
Jill dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. She pulled his hardening cock free, licked the tip, then drew her tongue up and down the shaft, before taking the head into her mouth and sucking like it was the last cock she’d ever have. She worked the shaft with one hand, pumping in rhythm with her plump lips on his cock-head. The other hand worked his balls, slowly stroking and twirling them.
He pulled back on Amber’s ponytail sending a burst of pain burning through her scalp. She wasn’t sure if the tiny guttural sound she made was from the pain or from having his kiss taken away. His cold blue eyes looked into her hazel eyes and seemed to strip away everything except her desire to serve him.
“Have you been with any other men?” he asked.
“No. I- I’ve had a few boyfriends, but I only made out with them and gave them hand jobs,” she said and then looked down. She could see her mother’s head beneath her ass, bobbing up and down on his cock as they talked, and hoped that she would be as useful.
“That’s good. It’s fine that you’ve stroked off a few cocks,” he reassured her.
“Thank you,” she said as she leaned forward and began kissing his neck.
“Jill, that’s enough for now,” he said as he reached down, grabbed her hair, pulled her from his meaty cock, and tossed her to the side.
He carried Amber to the plush blue couch in the living room. She could feel the tip of his cock digging into her cunt as they walked and ground slowly against it. All the while he kept her pierced on his cold blue eyes. He sat down on the soft cushions with her straddling him. The purple head of his cock pressed into her belly button and she felt the cool, sticky, wetness of his pre-cum trickle down her tight belly.
Jill followed them on her hands and knees. As she made her way, she stripped away piece after piece of clothing, until she was dressed in nothing more than a small metal chain with a lock around her waist. She knelt to the side of the couch and closed her eyes as if waiting for his orders.
“Are these your favorite panties?” he asked. He hooked his thumbs in either side and stretched them a little.
“Yes. I wore them to impress you,” she said.
He smiled and then pulled hard on either side of the tiny boxer briefs. Amber felt the thin fabric give way, the rush of cool air hitting her asshole and cunt, and the slight sting of the elastic snapping against her hips. He pulled the remnants of the sheer fabric from between them and rolled the panties into a tiny ball which he squeezed gently in his left hand before tossing it away. The heat of his hard cock seemed to burn her now naked, aching cunt and sent a fire spreading through her spine.
“You didn’t like them?” she asked.
“I loved them, but I want you to understand that I am your only favorite thing. Your clothes, your makeup, your body - exist to serve me. Do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes. Yes, I’ll serve you. Anything you want,” she said and started grinding her sopping cunt up and down his shaft.
“Good,” he said.
He lifted her hips for a moment and then lowered her dripping cunt onto his vein ribbed cock. She let out a slow moan as she sank down and then began rotating her hips hard and slow. His cock was so much better than all the dildos and vibrators she’d practiced with, so hot, with such soft skin while still being rock hard.
“I see you’ve been practicing, that’s good,” he said.
He let her ride his amazing cock for what seemed like hours. She’d never felt anything like having his meat piercing her. A wave seemed to grow from deep in her groin and then she felt her entire body seize, her cunt locked tight on his cock, her toes curled, and her voice echoed off the living-room walls.
“You’ve enjoyed yourself,” he said.
“Oh, yes, oh God, yes,” she said as she fell forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her pert little tits against his chest.
“I let you have my cock in your cunt tonight so that you’ll know what you’re leaving behind. After tonight you will never be fucked in this hot little pussy again,” he whispered into her ear.
“Never?” she asked.
“Never,” he said. He reached around to her ponytail and pulled her back to stare into her eyes again.
“If that’s what you want, then that’s what I want,” she said.
“Good. Now, I’m going to give you one last treat,” he said.
He stood up with her still wrapped around his waist, his hard cock buried deep in her dripping cunt, then swung her towards the couch and laid her down. He pulled back and then drove into her, sending the couch back a few inches, then again and again until the couch was backed up against the wall. She felt another orgasm growing, this one faster, and sharper, until it burst from her body in screams and moans. A few moments later he pressed his cock hard into her aching cunt and she felt it spasm deep, sending something hot and wonderful to fill her.
He sat down on the couch next to her and looked down on her writhing, panting, mess of a body.
“That was the only time you will ever be allowed to have my cum in your little cunt.”
“Thank you,” she rasped as she slid off the couch and then turned to face him.
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Holiday Special: Labor Day Weekend (sample)
Summary: Matt’s office lets each of the men take home one office slut for Labor Day Weekend. Sure, he feels a little bad for making her work all weekend, but he’s still more than happy to make use of Amy’s throat and perfect ass.
Amy loves the work, though she thinks it more like play. After all, what’s more fun than sucking and fucking all day?
Will they ever get out of Matt’s apartment over the long weekend?
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Matt rolled out of his king-sized bed and stumbled out into the living room of his apartment. He nearly tripped over the petite redheaded woman sleeping on his floor, looked at her with his eyebrows bunch together for a moment, then continued to the kitchen.
“Yeah… That’s right. I took Amy home from the office for Labor Day weekend. Three nights and three days with her. I fuckin’ lucked out! Man, I so need my morning coffee. You’d think I’d remember fucking her all night,” he mumbled while filling a cup with water, popping it in the microwave, and pushing a few buttons.
He heard Amy groan from the living room. The scent of instant coffee or the buzzing of the microwave waking her up. So, as soon as he had his own mug in hand, he started another for her.
“Should probably get her some coffee too. She’s got a long day ahead of her.”
He was halfway through his own mug by the time the microwave let out a high pitched note to let him know hers was ready. He’d made coffee for her at the office a few times, so he knew she liked two sugars and plenty of cream.
“Coffee?” Amy croaked out from the living room floor.
“Here you go.”
The petite redhead sat up slowly, shook her hair out of her face, and let it fall across her shoulders, down her back, and over her bare breasts. If Matt had been a painter, he’d have asked her to keep that pose all day.
“Here you go. Two sugars and too much cream,” he said, handing her the mug handle first.
She took the mug of coffee, inhaled deeply through her nose, and smiled at the mix of scents. Matt wasn’t sure how good it could be since it was just instant, but if it made her happy to have a little ritual, he was fine with that.
“Mmmmm. There’s no such thing as too much cream. Or didn’t you figure that out last night?” she teased.
“Oh? Never too much?” he asked, winking down at her.
“Never,” she replied, winking back and taking a deep drink of the coffee.
Her green eyes sparkled with hazel flecks and seemed to light up with all the mischief of Ireland. Sometimes she even slipped into a bad Irish accent, despite never even visiting the country.
Matt marveled at how perfectly her hips matched her bust, the way her waist curved in gently, not too sharp or jarring, but enough to give her proportions just the right push towards overwhelming.
“Well, we’ll just have to see. I’ll let you finish your coffee first,” he said, leaning back on the couch and grabbing the remote.
He flipped through a few channels, past a baseball game or two, commercials for Labor Day weekend sales, and the occasional show in another language. Amy drank her coffee and watched as well without bothering to get off the floor and onto the couch.
When she swallowed the last lukewarm splash of coffee with a gulp, she turned to face him, rubbed her head up his leg like a cat, and moaned quietly in a way that almost sounded like a purr. Matt’s hand reached down and stroked her thick, long hair almost on instinct.
The white sheet that her legs had been wrapped in rolled further down until it was little more than a shifting cloud circling her ankles as she climbed up his legs, to rest her head in his lap.
“Thanks for being my take-home-slut this weekend. Sorry, you kind of have to work even though it’s a long holiday weekend,” he said.
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“That’s it. Be sure to keep that ass up so I have something hot to look at while you suck my dick,” Mr. Finley said.
Maya was just glad he was so patient and understanding. She’d always wanted to be a better slut, but no one had ever really been willing to guide and teach her. All the other men just fucked her hard, fast, and brutally before cumming and leaving her to clean up.
Sure, she still had to clean up every last drop of cum when Mr. Finley was done, but he watched and encouraged her.
“Will… Will you be my Master?” she asked before putting her mouth back on his cock and blushing while sucking.
“You keep being that cute and I’ll consider it.”
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Paige’s teachers had all told her that she was a dumb cum dumpster who would never amount to anything.
“Shows what they know! I’ve got a rocket scientist from NASA fucking my ass! How many sluts get a rocket scientist’s pocket rocket up their assholes? Huh? I might be a cum dumpster, but I get the best cum dumped into me!” she thought as he pounded away at her tight asshole.
“Is… Is it okay if I get my phone and Instagram this?” she asked.
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Sabrina had stepped into the cafe restroom just a few minutes before the Sexual Service Act was announced. It had been hours since then, her clothes had vanished, her cunt and asshole were fucked raw, and she could barely even moan as men fucked her in front of the mirror.
“Best fucking day ever! I have never been fucked so long and hard in my whole fucking life! I just wish I could have voted yes twice on The Act,” she thought.
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Taylor Is A Human Urinal 3 (sample)
Summary: Taylor has been working as a urinal in Kenya for the last few months. She lives in the restroom of a café, where one of the stalls serves as her bedroom at night. She had always wanted to travel, but all she’s seen of Africa are giant cocks pissing down her throat and fucking her holes raw. Will she ever see home again?
Taylor never bothered to read the contracts she signed, but that has caught up with her. Thanks to signing a contract with a coffee shop, she’s been serving as a urinal to cover for the broken one for over a month! She also finds out that every one of her orifices, crevices, and every inch of her flesh is open for use by the managers, staff, and customers of the coffee shop, as they see fit. She can’t even get out of it by quitting, because the contract stipulates that she is still responsible for all “extraneous duties” if she quits, but without pay.
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Taylor woke up as the first rays of dawn peeked in through the tiny window in the east wall of the men’s restroom. She hadn’t seen the outside from anywhere other than the bathroom windows since she’d arrived in Nairobi, Kenya. One of the stalls had been converted into a tiny bedroom for her, with a large pillow just big enough for her to sleep on, a bowl of water for her to drink from, and a bowl of small, round, brown food pellets for her to eat. They tasted terrible, but the label one of her managers had shown her made it clear that they were at least nutritious.
She pushed through the stall door into the main part of the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror above one of the sinks. Her long black locks of hair were gone, they shaved her head every week, which kept her looking cleaner than she felt. She spent her days barefoot and dressed in a super-short miniskirt that became little more than a belt when she knelt down on the floor and a small white t-shirt that said in bold black letters “Public Urinal” through which her almost always hard nipples on the ends of her perky little breasts could be easily seen.
She started her daily cleaning ritual, using a washcloth they left for her and some soap from the dispenser to scrub away the sweat and cum from her lithe body. After a few minutes of scrubbing, she looked into the mirror closely and sighed.
“Your a public urinal in a country where almost no one speaks English. You spend your days drinking piss and cum from giant black cocks unless one of them is pounding into your cunt or ass. You thought that degree from college was going to get you someplace? Well, you’re someplace,” she said to her reflection.
“Ah, you’re already awake! Fantastic! I’ve been holding this piss since I woke up,” Thomas, her manager, said.
She watched him from the mirror as he walked up behind her. Thomas was a tall, beautiful, black man. He was just little less than seven feet tall, kept his hair buzzed close to his scalp, and had muscles that seemed more like steel than flesh. He pulled his limp cock from his trousers, a cock which was as big limp as Coulter’s had been when it was hard, and spun Taylor around by one of her shoulders before gently pushing her to her knees.
Taylor took his thick cock between her lips and began to suck gently, waiting for him to piss. Within a few seconds, she felt the hot rush of his urine splash against her tongue and the back of her throat. She began to suck harder and deeper to make sure she drank every last drop. Soon, the stream slowed and then stopped. He pulled his now half-hard cock from her lips and shook the remaining drops of piss onto her face and hairless scalp.
“If I’d known American style urinals were like this, I would have had one transferred sooner,” he said.
He grabbed hold of her neck and pulled her up until she was standing on the tips of her toes, then spun her around and bent her over the sink, with her face smashed against the mirror and the faucet digging in between her small tits.
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Being 18 #2: Betty Learns What It's All About On Her Birthday
Summary: It’s Betty’s 18th birthday and the skinny, blonde, blue-eyed teen is excited about the big surprised her daddy said he was going to get her. She’s spent all day at home, never suspecting that her father’s friend, her best friend’s dad, would be the one to give her the surprise she was promised.
Mr. Addams has been wanting to knock up a hot, little eighteen-year-old on her birthday for years and he is finally going to get the chance, by knocking up his daughter’s best friend. Betty’s hopes for a new car, her plans for a romantic date with her boyfriend, and her own desires are put on hold because she lives in a world where all women must let men fuck them any way they like!
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Betty put on her favorite quirky hat and spun around to look at herself in the mirror. Her long blonde hair reached to the middle of her slender back. Her white t-shirt was tight and so thin her nipples were practically popping through the material. She’d picked out her favorite pair of bright blue booty shorts and was trying to decide on which pair of knee-high socks to wear. Her father had let her stay home from school that day since it was her eighteenth birthday. He’d promised her a surprise that afternoon, one that she’d never forget.
“I wonder if he’s getting me a car or maybe it’s a trip to Paris! I bet there’s a really big birthday party planned for me at least. All my friends over to wish me a happy eighteenth! Daddy always has the best surprises.”
She heard the front door open and bounded down the stairs.
“Daddy, I’ve been waiting all d- Oh, sorry Mr. Addams. I thought you were my dad getting home from work.”
“That’s okay. That’s a real cute outfit you’ve got. Really shows off your tits and ass, like a proper young woman,” he said, looking her up and down.
Mr. Addams was her best friend April’s father. He was about six feet tall, maybe a bit taller, and just getting into his mid-thirties. Betty had always been impressed with how fit he stayed, despite working at an office all day.
“Are you here to see my dad? Or… my mom is at some company retreat all week, so…”
“No, that’s all fine. I’m actually here to see you. It’s your birthday, right? Just turned eighteen. It really shows. Happy birthday,” he said while walking up the stairs to stand face to face with the teen girl.
“Oh, well… um.. thank you, Mr. Addams. Was… was there anything else you wanted… or um…”
Mr. Addams picked Betty up and threw her over one shoulder. Before she really knew what was happening, he’d carried her back up the stairs and she felt a brief moment of flying through the air. When she looked around, she was sitting on her bed, dazed and wondering what was going to come next.
Mr. Addams undid the buttons of his shirt, unbuckled his pants, and within a few minutes was standing in front of the fresh eighteen-year-old, his muscles rippling while he stroked a cock nearly as thick as Betty’s upper arm.
She knew men would start fucking her whenever they wanted when she turned eighteen, but she hadn’t expected it to be this sudden or for the first one to be April’s dad.
“Oh god! Mr. Addams, that thing is so much bigger than my boyfriend’s. Holy fucking cow,” she said, her blue eyes growing wide and transfixed on the older man’s cock.
“I bet it is. And you know what, little girl? This great big cock is going right up your hot, tight, little snatch,” he said while walking towards her bed.
She felt his hands grab hold of the sheer fabric of her t-shirt and heard the tearing of fabric, then her favorite booty-shorts, torn completely in half and tossed to the far corner of her room. She shivered with both the cool air on her bare skin and the anticipation of what he’d do to her next. She reached to take off her hat, but he held her hand and kissed it gently.
“No, leave the hat on. I like it,” he said.
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His breakfast was steak and eggs. Lisa’s breakfast was his cock and possibly his cum, if she could get him off before he had to go to work.
It had been that way since her 18th birthday when she was placed with her new guardian through the Slut Adoption Program.
She was only allowed to call him “Sir” or “Master” and had to learn to follow all of his commands, no matter how perverse or painful.
“It’s the best thing that could have ever happened to me!” she often found herself thinking while sucking his cock, taking his dick in her ass or pussy, or servicing his friends when they came to visit.
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