Audrey’s New Life (sample)
Summary: Audrey is adjusting to her new life in the hall with three rooms. Every day is the same, wake, get strapped to a bench, get fucked for hours, get showered, go to sleep. And repeat. Her cherry-blonde hair has been bleached bright yellow and she has learned how to say and do all the right things.
Why is her ex-boyfriend, her new owner, leading her to the end of the hall now?
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Audrey tried not to cry as the twentieth cock that day was shoved up her aching, over-fucked asshole. She used to think that there was no way she’d ever let even a single man put even his pinkie finger into her ass. She’d told a girl who claimed to love anal that she thought it was disgusting and degrading.
Her long blonde hair was matted to her head with sweat, cum, and spit. Her blue eyes were only half open most of the time unless a guy was really big or really rough. Then her eyes would flare open, before scrunching shut.
“Man, she’s still got a real tight ass, even after all the cocks that have been trying to wreck it all week,” the man currently fucking her ass said. “Need to hose the slut down soon, though.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty well covered in jizz.”
The man fucking her ass pulled out and stood above her. She felt the hot rush of his piss land on her bare back and the tickling sensation of old cum being washed aside.
“I’m… I’m thirsty,” she said.
Her ex-boyfriend walked around her trembling body, while the man above her finished pissing and shook the last few drops onto her prone body. She heard her ex-boyfriend unzip his pants and looked up to see his half-hard cock pointed at her face.
“You’re thirsty?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
He pushed his cock between her dry lips and she started sucking gently, waiting for what she knew would come next. A sudden rush of hot, acrid, stinking piss erupted in her dry mouth and she swallowed eagerly, in a fever of need for anything to quench her thirst. The first few times, she’d gagged, spit it out, and told him she’d never drink his piss, but when cum and piss were all she was allowed to drink, the need to survive took over and overcame her disgust.
“Good little slut. You love that hot piss, don’t you? Drink it all down,” he said.
After his piss stopped and she’d swallowed the last mouthful, he left his hardening cock between her lips. The slow, ever forward slide of his cock down her throat as it became hard was almost maddening.
He fucked his cock in and out of her mouth, what little spit she had and his own piss easing the way. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock when he pulled it out, near her lips and her throat relaxed wide when he drove it in and left his halls resting on her chin. She could breathe around almost any cock, thanks to all the abuse her throat had seen that week.
“That’s a good slut. Your mouth is for sucking cock and drinking piss. Don’t you forget that for an instant,” he said.
He fucked her face, cum from the countless men who had fucked her before dripping down from her hair and face, coating his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. She couldn’t remember what anything else tasted like, only the seemingly endless variety of flavors, all savory but all different, that the cum and piss of men came in.
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Morgan's Mansion (sample)
Summary: Morgan is a powerful, rich young woman who collects pets, but not the kind of pets that you and I are used to - Morgan collects pretty young men, who she keeps at her estate, to be used by her, as she chooses, at any time. We join her as she surveys her property and her pets while having her newest, and possibly brightest, pet serve her desires and passions.
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Morgan looked out her window and watched the handsome young men milling around her spacious backyard. There were a few dozen of them on the grounds of her estate. She had chosen each personally, some for their looks, some for their personalities, and more than a few for their physical endowments.
She leaned forward, lifting her shapely round ass from the face of the young man lying beneath her. She had decided to start the day with Miles worshiping her ass while she enjoyed the view out of her bedroom window.
The golden light of morning streaming in through the open window, the billowing white curtains, her silky olive skin, and the deep red backless settee, which allowed her to straddle Miles’ face easily created a picture both elegant and erotic. Morgan loved playing with her boys, but she was always mindful of the “art of fornication” as she called it.
Her hand idly slide up and down the length of his thick and rock hard cock while she leaned forward and looked between her legs at his blushing face, framed in sweaty blonde locks of his short cropped hair. Her own light brown hair, fell in soft waves and tickled his tight, but not overly-muscled, abdomen.
“Are you enjoying yourself down there, Pet?” she asked and gave a soft kiss to his hairless teardrop shaped belly button.
He moaned at the soft touch of her lips and nodded, his hair tickling her dripping pussy, before finding his voice. “Yes, Morg- Mistress. To be your seat, to be used for your rest and your pleasure… I… I know you have a lot of men to choose from…”
“You’re right. I could have chosen any of my pets to service me this morning, but you’ve been such a good boy lately, I thought you deserved a little bit of a reward,” she cooed the words and kissed the head of his twitching, throbbing cock.
“Mistress,” Miles said, his voice overtaken by a moan midway through.
Morgan pulled her knees up to the settee and straddled Miles’ blushing face. She felt his soft yet strong hands grip her thighs to steady her and smiled at how well trained he was already. He’d only been a boarder at her estate for a month, but he had learned how to please her faster than anyone else had so far. She swiveled her hips in a slow arc over his face, just close enough to feel the heat of his panting breath. “Should I let you eat my pussy, Pet? Do you think you deserve that?”
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“Where have you been, Kiki?”
“I was… uh… just over at the concessions stand,” she said.
“And you’re sure you didn’t take so long getting back because you were sucking a whole lot of dick on the way?” he asked.
“What? Me? I don’t even know what sucking dick is!” she said, a dollop of cum dripping from her chin onto her exposed breasts.
“Riiight. Well, come here and let me face fuck you until you know what it means!”
“Yes, sir!”
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Alice was no longer able to stand on her own. Her massive implants kept her bent over and ready to be fucked by any man at any time.
She could only “walk” when she was in a pool, so spent most of her time at the local YMCA getting fucked by random men in the pool.
Sometimes, one would take her home for the weekend as a party favor for some house party. She’d have to beg to be taken back to the YMCA when they were done with her, but she always managed to make her way back.
The Y even let her live there, classifying her as a member benefit.
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Lauren and The Invisible Man (sample)
Summary: 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, fucks her hot, wet, pussy with his massive cock and then her tight little ass. He leaves without letting her see him, but is there more in store for her?
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Lauren looked at the clock next to her bed and wondered how it could be right. She ran her slender fingers through her light-brown hair and closed her soft brown eyes again. Her small nose wrinkled and her sculpted eyebrows pushed together while she thought.
“Twelve-thirty? But it’s sunny ou- Shit! It’s Twelve-thirty in the after-fucking-noon!”
She leaped out of bed, nearly fell over, grabbed her dresser for stability, nearly knocked that over, and stumbled into the bathroom.
She stared into the mirror and considered her bed-head with a none too critical eye. Her hair stuck out in all directions, but since she kept her it short it worked just as well as spending hours priming it. She pushed a few locks here and there, then shrugged and brushed her teeth.
“You’re hot and you know it,” she said with a wink to the mirror.
The trilling ring of her cell phone dragged her away from her reflection and back to her bedroom. She tossed the covers, pillows, and random debris on the bed around until she found her little pink phone.
“This is Lauren. Speak and be heard,” she said.
“Come down to the laundry room. Wear the shortest skirt you have. No underwear. No bra. Make sure you wear a shirt that your perky little tits are visible through. I want to see your nipples trying to pierce the cloth.”
“What? Who is this?” she asked.
“It doesn’t matter who it is. You know you’re excited. You want to do what you’ve been told. It’s part of who and what you are, an insatiable slut who craves to be used. Now, get dressed as instructed and come to me, come get what that little gash between your legs is telling you that you want.”
His voice was a deep baritone and she couldn’t help but notice the growing heat between her legs, but she wasn’t about to cave in.
“Look here, buddy, I don’t know who you think you are or who you think you’re calling, but I’m not about to just do what some random guy on the phone tells me to do,” she said.
“You really think you can resist?” he asked.
“Think? I know I can resist. I don’t know what makes you think you’re so irresistible, but I have a busy day ahead of me. I don’t have time for this shit,” she said, but her fingers slid down to her wet pink panties.
“If that’s how you really feel, then stay in your apartment, go about your normal day. I’ll be here, in the laundry room, for another fifteen minutes. After that, you’ll have missed your chance,” he said and hung up.
“Psht! Like I’m going to go down to the laundry room and get fucked by some completely random guy. Some guy who might be someone I know or a complete stranger, or someone I’ve had a crush on, or anyone at all. He’s probably down there in s black ski mask, just waiting for me to show up in my tight little skirt. My hot little ass just waiting for him to flip the fabric up, my tits just visible through my shirt. Like I’m going to have any part of that!” she said to herself
She let the fingers of one hand idly flick and play along the lines of her now soaking wet cunt. The other made gentle circles around her sensitive and hardening nipples. She bit her lip, looked towards her closet door , and wondered exactly which of her skirts was the tightest.
“Maybe just a peek. I’ll just pick the tightest one I can find and I have plenty of see-through shirts to choose from,” she thought.
She stripped off her panties, threw them onto the pile of clothes on the floor and padded over to her closet. Near the back, she found the skirt she’d worn as part of her ‘slutty schoolgirl’ costume last Halloween. She hadn’t sat down or bent over the entire night because the skirt barely covered her ass when she was standing. Next to it was a worn out white t-shirt that had been cut in half to make it a midriff shirt.
“These’ll work,” she said and dressed as quickly as she could. She didn’t want to miss the fifteen-minute deadline.
She stepped out of her apartment and walked barefoot down the concrete steps to the laundry room on the bottom level.
She stepped a few feet into the apparently empty room and said, “Hello, is there anyone in here?”
Behind her, she heard the door slam shut and the distinct click of a lock snapping into place. She spun around but saw no one at the door. Lauren walked over to the aluminum door and jiggled the handle back and forth, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Alright, really funny! You got me, now let me out,” she said and gave the door a few thumps with her fist. She was sure someone had stepped out and locked her in.
“You’re not in here alone. We’re locked in together,” his voice said from behind her again.
She spun to look but again was greeted with only the sight of an empty laundry room.
“Okay, where are you? You hiding in one of the machines?” she asked.
She flipped open the lids of a few washers and peered into a couple of dryers. She sighed after the last one and wondered if there was some secret room in one of the walls.
“You won’t be able to find me that way,” he said.
“No, it doesn’t look like I will. Are you getting a good show? You like watching me bend over to look in the dryers?” she asked.
“Watching you struggle with trying to figure out where I am, while I’m close enough to smell the scent of your arousal is most enjoyable,” he said.
“Oh, well good for you. What do I get out of all this?” she asked.
“Will you do what you’re told? If you will, then I can reward you,” he said.
“Maybe, if it’s something I want to do anyway, that is. What do you have in mind, Mr. Voice?” she asked.
“Mr. Voice, I like that. I think you should call me that from now on.”
“You got it, Mr. Voice,” she said.
“Will you do what I tell you? Anything I tell you?” he asked.
“I’ll do whatever you say, Mr. Voice,” she said, breathing heavy into every word, like the girls in the porn videos she spent most of her time online watching.
“Good. Now that we understand each other, you can start by bending over that dryer,” he said.
Lauren looked around one last time to see if she could spot her mystery man but didn’t see as much as a shadow on the floor. She turned around slowly and bent over the still warm dryer. The cool air of the laundry room brought goosebumps to her exposed ass and cunt.
“Are you getting a good show, Mr. Voice,” she asked.
“You are always lovely, but especially so when you are obedient,” he said.
She thought it sounded like his voice was getting closer, but she heard no footsteps, no brush of clothes against each other. If he was moving around the room, he was supremely agile.
“Anything else you want?” she asked.
“Reach both hands between your legs and spread your pretty little cunt wide open.”
Lauren reached down, her arms pressing her pert tits together, and began spreading the folds of her now freely dripping cunt wide for the man whose face she hadn’t even seen. She wondered for a moment what, if anything he’d do to her since so far he seemed happy just watching.
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Sydni didn’t even know what town she was in, let alone who was fucking her throat. She’d been passed around so much since The Act passed that she’d lost track of time, location, and how many cocks had fucked her until she’d passed out.
“I wonder what this guy’s cum will taste like. Sometimes it’s super salty, sometimes it’s savory, and that one guy had candy-sweet cum. I could really use something sweet this time,” she thought while the guy pounded his cock into the back of her throat and her eyes rolled up into her head.
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Tiffany held her ass-cheeks apart while her coworker worked her tender asshole with his cock.
She’d been unsure about the new break room rules art first, but after a long talk with the head of HR, she understood just how vitally important to the company culture it was for her to make her ass available to any male coworker that needed to fuck it during his break.
“This really makes my day! Usually, it’s Bertha in here, but to get my dick up your ass on my break? Man! The fucking best!” Bill said.
It was moments like those that really drove home how important her asshole was to the company.
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Abbey and Mackenzie: Dinner and the Deep Throat Special (sample)
Summary: Abbey is a curvy blonde with a petite, brunette, impish girl named Mackenzie for a best friend. She goes to meet Mackenzie at a small restaurant to catch dinner. However, the restaurant has something on special that Mackenzie just can’t resist ordering for her good friend. The girls are mischievous, fun, and Abbey gets a brutal face fuck at a major discount. Will they ever actually order dinner?
It’s a world where businesses sell the sexual services of their employees on a regular basis. Most places cater to men, but a few are in place to serve women as well.
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Abbey peeked through the full-length display windows of the little restaurant where her friend, Mackenzie, was supposed to be meeting her for dinner. She pushed back a stray lock of dark-blonde hair that the wind kept pushing in front of her eyes, despite her ponytail.
In a cozy, little, corner booth she spotted Mackenzie’s short cropped brunette hair. The slender girl was barely over five feet tall and would be easy to lose track of in a crowd if it weren’t for the purple stripe dyed down the center of her black locks.
Abbey straightened her black one-piece mini-dress, which barely covered her plump round ass, and was cut low in the front to show off her ample cleavage. Then, with a swish of shapely hips, she pushed through the door to the restaurant and quietly made her way to Mackenzie. She leaned in close, right next to the petite teen’s ear, and blew gently.
Mackenzie let out a squeal, but the look of shock faded into a smile as she realized who was standing behind her.
“Abbey! Oh my god, you scared me right out of my skirt.”
“You wish, Ken Doll,” Abbey said with a wink. She sat across from her friend in the tiny booth and leaned forward. “So, I hear you’ve got a new job.”
“Yeah, I got hired in at Dynglobe. Not the electronics outlet, the main office. It’s pretty sweet. Full time, health, dental, and the guys there are so freakin’ hot you wouldn’t believe it! What about you? Still at… uh-”
“The library. Yeah, I still shelve books and cater to nerds all day,” Abbey said and then leaned back and looked at the menu.
A tall, olive skinned, waiter with hair as black as midnight seemed to appear from nowhere and began the usual waiter chatter.
“Hello, ladies! It looks like you’ve already got menus. We have a few specials tonight too. The prime rib dinner is half price. It comes with cream of broccoli or minestrone soup. We also have a chicken Caesar salad for $4.99 with a side of goat milk cottage cheese. For our more outgoing guests, we have a special on brutal, deepthroat, face fucks. There’s a limit of two per table, but it’s only $19.99 a piece tonight. You can, of course, choose any waiter for your experience, however, I am pleased to let you know that my cock is recommended by the head chef.”
He pulled an already thick and long cock from his pants and presented it to the two young women. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but they could both see why the Head Chef would recommend it. It was beautiful, long, and growing before their eyes as he stroked it gently.
“How-” Mackenzie cleared her throat,“ How… um… big does it get?”
The waiter thought for a moment. He knew that just rattling off the numbers was never as exciting for the ladies as telling them in a way that they could really, physically, understand. He looked at the petite brunette’s slender forearms.
“A little thicker than your wrist and about as long as your forearm, up to the wrist,” he said and continued to stroke his cock slowly in front of them.
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When Ron realized he was on the chopping block, he started setting aside money from every paycheck. The day his boss fired him, the first place Rob visited was his boss’s house.
He picked up Karissa, his ex-boss’s eighteen-year-old daughter, brought her to the mind blank center at the mall, and spent the rest of the day fucking the brainless slut.
“This really is the best fucking way to deal with the stress of losing a job,” he said, shoving his cock into her ass as hard and deep as he could.
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Slut Scout Ashley (sample)
Summary: Ashley has been a Slut Scout since she was eighteen, but she just hasn’t been able to move through the ranks as fast as her friends. She’s twenty-two and she’s still just a Junior Slut Scout! She doesn’t know if she’ll ever make it to Slut Scout Leader, but she keeps trying.
If only she could take it in the ass better, she knows she’d have a shot! Lucky for her, Mr. Reynolds has decided to give her a bit of useful advice.
He’ll teach her how to take it up the ass like a pro!
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“This is why you’re only a Junior Slut Scout and not a Slut Scout Leader, even though you’re twenty-two years old!” her mother said.
Ashley would have argued back, but the cock in her ass sent too much pain through her body for her to do much more than squeal, moan, scream, and cry. She’d joined the Slut Scouts on her eighteenth birthday, just like a lot of her friends, but getting badges and moving up in the ranks had been harder for her than any of them.
“Why can’t I take a dick in the ass like a normal girl?” she thought, biting the throw pillow in front of her on the white couch. “They can get fucked in the ass and only cry if they’re told to!”
“I adore how you’ve stuck with it, sweetie, but you really should think about finding some other hobby,” her mother said.
“It’s- It’s not a hobby! Slut Scout- Scouting is a lifestyle!” she managed to moan out between the waves of pain.
“That’s an admirable trait. Even when you have a hard time, you keep plugging away,” the man fucking her ass said. “I wish my stepdaughter had that kind of gumption. She might be able to make something of herself.”
“Thanks, sir! See, mom! He knows it- it’s about more than just being good at it!”
Ashley brushed back a lock of her thick, black hair and looked into her mother’s stern eyes for a moment, then the pain in her ass overwhelmed her senses again and she went back to biting the throw pillow.
“Maybe I should give up. Maybe I’m just not cut out for this,” she thought while listening to her own moans and squeals.
Ashley heard her mother’s footsteps disappear towards the back of the house and bit the pillow even harder.
“Personally, I think it’s refreshing to have a girl under me who is really having a hard time. Authentic, you know? Not like all those Slut Scouts who just fake it. I mean, they do a good job, but part of you always knows.
His thrusts into her tiny ass slowed while he spoke and then almost came to a complete stop. Ashley looked back into his warm, blue eyes and smiled, the tears streaking her face glistening in the light from the window. He had brown hair that was just starting to get a few stray streaks of gray but was thick and full nonetheless.
"You… You really think so, Mister… uh?”
“Micheal Reynolds, but you can just call me Mike,” he said, winking down at her and sending a thousand butterflies crashing into the walls of her stomach. “And I know so.”
“You’re the best! You have no idea how much I needed to hear that right now,” she said, new tears running down her face.
“Hey, tell you what, if I give you a few pointers on how to take it up the ass a little easier, you think you can come over to my place and convince my lazy step-daughter to join the Slut Scouts?”
“Sure, Mister- I mean, Mike. I can do that even if you don’t give me any pointers!” she said, beaming a wide smile over her shoulder at him.
“Okay, first, you tighten up a lot, probably because you’re nervous. You need to relax, think of soaking in a hot tub or hanging out with your friends. See? I can feel your little asshole loosening up already,” he said and gave her a playful slap on her round, supple ass.
“Wow! I mean, it still hurts a lot, but it’s so much easier!” she said, tears still running down her plump cheeks, but no longer needing to bite the pillow to keep from screaming.
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Sexual Service Act: A Night At The Bar (sample)
Summary: Loretta was already in her late thirties when the Sexual Service Act passed, but she stays fit and active, so she gets it from just as many guys as most of the younger women.
She and her friend Jenny are out for yet another night at the bar. However, in a world where women everywhere pushed for a set of laws requiring all women to submit to the sexual desires of any man at any time or place, a night out at the bar is far from anything you or I could call normal.
Join them in this story of a world where the perverse is common and women are used to getting used.
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Loretta looked back at the young man ramming his hard cock into her soaking wet pussy and wondered how the world had managed to change so much in just a few short years. She never imagined she’d end up in a world where a man would bend her over a table in a bar and just start fucking her, but it had become a normal, every day, multiple times a day, thing.
“Fuck! Your ass is smooth as silk, bitch!” the young man said while running his hand over her bare ass.
“I- Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”
She was never really sure how to respond when men complimented her on the tightness of her ass or pussy. She had already been in her early thirties when the Sexual Service Act had been proposed. It passed in less than a year. Every single woman, including herself, had voted yes on it. She’d heard there’d never been a more agreed upon issue in the history of the country.
“I bet your ass is a fucking tight fuck too,” he said, slipping a finger into her ass and drawing a small squeal from her.
She brushed back a lock of her tawny hair and tried to look the young man in the face over her shoulder. “Everyone tells me it- it is…”
“I bet they do. Well, might as well find out for myself,” he said, pulling his cock free of Loretta’s dripping cunt and shoving it deep into her tight, unprepared asshole.
She screamed for a second before his hand clamped over her mouth and she remembered where she was. She didn’t want to embarrass herself, screaming like a little, virgin bitch just because a man was fucking her ass a little rough.
“Thank God he covered my mouth! The girls would never let me live it down if I spent the entire time screaming,” she thought, biting her lower lip and trying to moan seductively. She knew from experience that a good moan could get a man to finish a lot faster.
“Experience? When I was in my twenties, I never would have thought I’d end up an expert on getting fucked in the ass in public?! I mean, I figured guys would mostly fuck the younger sluts, but here I am with an aching ass and some college-age stud gripping my tits like he thinks he can pop ‘em off,” she thought. “Kind of flattering when I think about it.”
She ground her aching ass back against his thrusting hips, trying to match his unpracticed, rhythmless thrusts.
“Yeah! Fuck that ass on my cock, slut! Fuck! Oh, fucking shit! I was fucking right! This has got to be one of the fucking tightest asses I’ve ever fucked!” he shouted, thrusting harder and deeper into her ass, apparently driven into a frenzy by the motions and tightness of Loretta’s ass.
“You’ve still got it, Loretta. Look at how wild you got this stud. Bet he can’t even walk right after he cums,” she thought, smiling while still biting her lower lip.
She listened to his knuckles bang against the shaky table and was glad that, even if he was squeezing way too hard, at least his hands were between her bare tits and the sticky, hard table top. The hard edge pressed into her well-toned thighs, and she knew she’d be jogging with bruises in the morning.
She reached back with both hands and pulled her perky ass cheeks as far apart as she could manage. It not only alleviated a little of the pain and chafing, but it also gave the man fucking her ass a better show.
His pace started to slow, but each thrust was deep and painful nonetheless. In a few moments, she felt his thighs tense and she figured he’d be cumming up her well-fucked ass, but he pulled free and she felt the heat of his cum splash on her back, neck, and even land in her hair.
“Thanks. Wow! That has got to be the best fucking ass in the whole goddamn world,” he said.
By the time she turned around to thank him for the compliment, he’d already walked away and was ordering another drink at the bar. His hand lifted the skirt of a petite blonde with short-cropped hair and she squealed as his finger pierced her tiny ass.
“Your welcome,” Loretta muttered and then pulled herself back up into the bench of the small booth.
She watched men bending women to their desires all around her in the bar. The scene had become a familiar one, men and women who were strangers and some who she knew fucking in all the most perverse ways the men could think up. Some women were eating each out on tables while men pierced their cunts and assholes. Others were kneeling and sucking cocks while men talked about the latest game or some bar level philosophy. She even spotted one of her ex-boyfriends working the tip of his cock into her sister’s asshole while he flirted with some other girl who was getting her cunt fucked by yet another man.
“This is so different from the world I grew up in, but none of these young girls have really ever known anything else,” she mused to herself. “If I went back in time and told myself that life was going to turn into a giant orgy, I’d have myself committed.”
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Brooke gently cupped his balls in her left hand and stroked his cock with her right while socking on the tip. She’d learned it was one of the best ways to get the sample of semen she needed to collect for the fertility clinic.
It was pretty hard being a door to door collector. A lot of guys would shove their cocks all the way down her throat and she’d end up swallowing the product. Sometimes she just got too excited and swallowed it no matter what.
“Ah well. Just like the aptitude test said, this is still the best job for me,” she thought as she worked the cock a little deeper into her mouth.
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Serena Stories 3: Serena Gets Inked (sample)
Summary: Serena, that hot little brunette slut, has been with her beloved Master for two years. She has enjoyed serving his cock with her ass and mouth nearly every day, so he decides to reward his little Fuck Toy for her devotion.
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He was reclining in a deep red chair, his legs spread to either side of Serena’s body as she knelt in front of him. She had her lips wrapped tightly around his cock and was gently stroking his balls.
“I’ve been fucking your little ass for about two years now, haven’t I, Serena?”
Serena paused from sucking his cock and looked up into his eyes. “Yes Master, you’ve been allowing Fuck Toy to have your cock in her ass almost every day.”
He took her chin in his right hand and held her gaze. “Do you like that I fuck your ass?”
“I like anything that you do to me. I am a fuck toy for you, Master, and I always will be. Even though it hurts my tight little asshole terribly when Master fucks me hard, I love it. I love the pain because I know that you’re using me and that I’m making your- Master’s cock feel good,” she said before returning her lips to his cock.
“You’re a good little fuck toy, Serena. A good girl,” he said and stroked her long brown hair as her head bobbed up and down on his cock.
She moaned her joy around his cock, sending vibrations all along his rod, down to his balls. Though he was tempted to let her have the reward she was working so hard to get, he resisted the urge to cum for the moment.
“I’ve been talking to a friend of mine and she’s willing to put some special tattoos on you. Would you like me to tell you about them?
Serena slid her lips down the length of his shaft until her nose was buried at the root of his cock, the head buried deep in her throat and then moaned yes while nodding slightly.
He grabbed hold of her hair near the roots, yanked her head free from his cock, spun her around, and pulled her back onto his cock, piercing her ass with only her own spit to ease the way. She cried out and gasped for air for a moment before starting to grind up and down his rigid cock.
"Thank you, Master. Thank you for letting this worthless little fuck toy have your big cock up her worthless little ass,” she said between moans.
“You’re welcome, pet. Now, let me tell you about the ink you’ll be getting. First, there will be two arrows right here, swooping around towards your back,” he said as he stroked his fingers across the bottom of her abdomen and her sides, “and in the middle it will say ‘turn over’ and then right here,” he said as he put his hands on the small of her back and pushed her forward, “it will say 'tell me you want to fuck my ass’ and then right here,” he said as he pressed a thumb just above her stretched out asshole, “it will say 'spit first’.”
“Oh, Master… I… I…”
“You don’t like my idea, Fuck Toy?” he asked as he started to pull her off his cock.
She slammed back down and gripped her ass tightly around his rod then said, “Of course I like it! I love anything that Master wants to do to me. Please, please let this little fuck toy get the tattoos Master wants her to have!”
“First, tell me why you think each of the tattoos will exist. I want to make sure you know why before I reward you with them,” he said as he let her continue to work his cock with her ass.
“Let’s see, the first one is because Master has decided that I should never have my cunt fucked.”
“And why is that?” he asked.
“Because it would give me pleasure and I should only worry about giving Master pleasure. The only holes that should get fucked are my ass and mouth and only if I’m a good fuck toy and work really hard at deserving it,” she said and started gyrating her hips in circles.
“Okay, what about the second one?” he asked.
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These are stories set in worlds where getting fucked at work is just a normal part of everyday life! And, for this weekend, they are free on Smashwords! These are public coupons, so they should apply at checkout :)
Claire At The Store: Free Fuck With Every Purchase is free on Smashwords until December 10th, 2017 with the coupon code UG32F:
Claire, a hot, skinny, bubble-butted blonde works at a store that offers free sex with every purchase to the customers. She loves her job and is ready to get her firm, round ass used by a series of men after ringing up their purchases.
What’s Mr. Addams, her boss, up to with Emily in HR? Could this lead to a surprise for Claire before the day is over?
Syndee’s First Annual Oral Review is free on Smashwords until December 10th, 2017 with the coupon code HY32H:
It’s a world where women are subject to sexual prowess reviews as part of their annual reviews at every company. Women are also required to participate in sexual escapades as part of their regular job duties. The managers are allowed to decide which sexual assets to review each year.
Syndee is a tiny, tight, hot little eighteen-year-old woman working at DynGlobe Electronics, a consumer electronics store. It’s Syndee’s first time being reviewed at work and her boss, Mr. Field, will be evaluating her oral skills with his massive cock. Will she be able to handle it?
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Victoria Frankenstein's Monster Cock (sample)
Summary: Doctor Victoria Frankenstein and her trusty assistant, Igrid, have been working feverishly at Victoria’s latest creation. With parts scavenged from graves, hospitals, and other places, as well as a perfectly designed and lab-grown cock, will they unleash an unstoppable fucking machine?
Will the electricity arcing through those wires bring her creation to life? Will his cock of cartilage and sinew outlast Victoria and her assistant? Will an eighteen-inch, unflagging, unyielding cock and an unstoppable lust be enough to satiate Doctor Victoria Frankenstein?!
Find out.
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Doctor Victoria Frankenstein gazed at her creation. She and Igrid, her trusty assistant, had gathered the parts over the course of months. They’d spent hours digging up fresh graves only to take a single perfect part and bury the bodies once again. They’d raided morgues on lonely, rainy nights. They’d even snatched a spare part or three from the biological waste bins at the local hospital where Doctor Frankenstein worked as a surgeon.
Looking down at her creation’s perfect, massive features she knew it was all worth it. Together she and Igrid had constructed the perfect man with thick, muscled arms, thighs like the trunks of trees, abs and pecs to challenge the gods!
Of course, the greatest piece of her work of art in flesh was magnificent. She’d used spare parts for the rest, but this, yes for this, there could only be perfection if she made it from scratch.
“Look at this marvelous cock,” she said, stroking the member she’d just stitched onto her creation. “A new and better cock, the framework designed on a program of my own design, the base framework printed on the latest organic 3D printer, and the flesh grown in a lab to exacting perfection! It will never flag, never tire! I’ve replaced the corpus cavernosum with cartilage, making it perfect, hard, and ready! Always!” She broke into a long laugh for a moment, which echoed off the stone walls of the basement before continuing, “Isn’t he glorious, Igrid?”
Victoria looked at her assistant. The young brunette was short but had breasts which were each bigger than her own head by far. The poor creature was often hunched over with back pain, and her hourglass figure was often lost in clothing. She kept her straight hair in a bob that just brushed her slender neck and shoulders.
“Hm? Oh, yes, Mistress! He is glorious! You- you are more than just a scientist! You’re an artist! A god!” Igrid’s adoration could get a little slavering, but Victoria enjoyed it nonetheless. “But, and not to question your brilliance, but are you sure an eighteen inch, insatiable cock is a good idea? I mean, won’t his lust be unstoppable?”
“I can only hope it will be,” Doctor Frankenstein said and leaned down, her red locks of hair brushing her creation’s thighs, her breasts pressing into his hips, and kissed the centerpiece of her creation. “Now, let’s get him hooked up to the electrodes. You’ve injected the serum?”
Victoria and Igrid circled the massive body, over eight feet tall once it could stand, and stuck wires with tape and clamps to specific places.
“Yes, Mistress, I injected it into each quadrant of his body and into the base of his cock three hours ago, just as you instructed.”
“Very good, then we’re ready to bring the beast to life! Fire up the generators and ready the capacitor bank!” Victoria shouted while staring down at her creation and letting her hands roam her round, perky breasts.
“Yes, Mistress! Yes!” Igrid shouted back, running from generator to generator, flipping switches, pressing buttons, and pulling cords to start them each up in turn. The ventilation system for the gas powered generators had been difficult to construct, but Igrid knew it was perfect since her Mistress had designed it.
Igrid watched the slowly moving needle of the power gage, her own breath and heartbeat somehow louder in her ears than the sound of the generators.
“Soon! Soon, my dear, sweet, perfect cock! Soon you will live!” Victoria shouted from near the switch which would set everything in motion. “How are the capacitors, Igrid?”
“At eighty percent and climbing, Mistress,” Igrid shouted back. “Eighty-five. Ninety. Ninety-five. Almost… Maximum charge, Mistress! Maximum charge!”
Victoria smiled, let a second tick past, took in the flickering light a few errant sparks from the machinery cast into the basement, then took hold of the large, rubber-coated, metal switch and pulled it down, completing the circuit.
Electricity arced across the surface of the massive creature and through its muscles. If it weren’t for the restraints, the twitching spasms would surely have thrown the great body from the metal table.
“Mistress, it’s overloading! The wires! The wires are burning! Mistress!” Igrid shouted, as she doused a few flames with an extinguisher and ran to Victoria’s side.
“Mistress, we must turn it off! Please. The generators and capacitors…” she begged.
“It only needs to hold out a few seconds longer. Look! Look, Igrid, the flesh is knitting!”
They watched as the stitches holding the creature together faded under flesh that seemed to grow as if it were a time-lapse film. The hands, fingers, feet, arms, and all healing together and the scars fading as if years passed in seconds.
“Look! Igrid! I have not just brought back the dead! I have not simply restored life to pieces! I have made a new life out of decay and design!” Victoria shouted over the sparking machinery. Her laugh, mad and long, echoed in the room.
Then, with the sound of a cannon firing, the main capacitor blew, sending a shower of sparks against the far wall. Igrid’s hand found Victoria’s in the dark as they waited for their eyes to adjust to the flickering light of a few burning wires. When they could see well enough again, they stared at the massive body of Victoria’s creation and waited.
“Mis- Mistress… he does not move…”
Doctor Victoria Frankenstein was still for a moment, not even her lungs moving for breath, and she was sure even her heart took pause.
“No… No, Igrid, he does not… Please, would you put out these fires? I’ll open the window and let the smoke out,” she said, barely keeping her composure.
It took her a moment, and a crowbar, to pry open the basement window, but the smoke was whisked out by a steady night breeze. Igrid continued to put out the fires, large and small, with a set of extinguishers they kept at the ready.
“I’ll fetch the emergency lights, Mistress,” Igrid said after the fires were out,
She produced a series of flashlights and battery powered lanterns from a closet which she hung about the lab. Soon the entire basement was lit again. Giving Victoria a clear view of her failure.
“Will we try again, Mistress?” Igrid asked.
“I don’t know. For now, just get the wires cleared off of him… of it.”
Igrid nodded solemnly, her chin resting on her massive breasts with each nod down. She seemed to drift as she walked to the great body of Victoria’s creation, her deft hands pulling the electrodes free. Just before she reached for the last wire, an errant crackle of electricity flowed down the wire, probably some residual charge in a capacitor someplace in the machinery. Igrid jumped back with a start, then reached for the wire again.
She stopped and stared at the creature’s gigantic hand. “Mistress. Mistress, it’s moving.”
“Yes, Igrid. I’m sure it is. There’s still a bit of electricity flowing through it and… wait.”
“Mistress, I’m… I’m sure it’s struggling against the restraints it’s-” but her words were cut off in a scream as the creature tore one of his arms free of the leather restraints and grabbed hold of one of her massive breasts. Soon the other hand tore free as well and the creature tore open the flimsy blouse, exposing Igrid’s swelling breasts bound only by a large black bra.
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Kimberly was usually chosen by one of her professors for the Special Event Weeks at the college. Sue, it meant spending all day in a cramped office servicing one man, but it also meant not having to wander the halls wondering what size the next cock would be.
“Especially during Surprise Anal Sex Week. I mean, letting my ass get used to one cock is a lot easier than having ten hung dudes fuck me in a row, that’s for sure. Not as fun, but way easier!” she thought while she ran her asshole up and down Professor Smith’s cock.
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When Laura signed up for a “Home Economics” class her first year at college, she thought it would be an easy A. Turned out that the class usually consisted of her and the other girls getting fucked up the ass in various kitchen settings. On the counter. On tile floor. Bent over an oven.
After they’d been fucked nearly senseless, they’d be expected to cook meals, serve the men, and suck their cock while the men ate.
“I guess it’s preparing me for a real home life as a woman,” she said to her friend. “Just wish I’d get my pussy fucked once in a while, but since it’s always the guy’s choice, well that’s the way it is.”
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The Coffee Shop 2: Sunny’s Ordeal got a new review on Amazon :)
Businesses regularly sell the sexual services of their workers to make extra profit, usually at a high markup, but this particular coffee shop has decided to try an experiment. Will the coffee shop earn more by offering the hot little asses of its baristas with every purchase? Sunny has been taking cocks up her petite ass all week, but it’s not over yet!
Claire at the Store: Free Fuck With Every Purchase just got a new review on Amazon :)
Claire, a hot, skinny, bubble-butted blonde works at a store that offers free sex with every purchase to the customers. She loves her job and is ready to get her firm, round ass fucked by a series of men after ringing up their purchases.
What’s Mr. Addams, her boss, up to with Emily in HR? Could this lead to a surprise for Claire before the day is over?
“Hmm. It seems like you’re getting fucked in the ass often enough, but you’re still a little too tight back here,” the doctor said while eh fucked Caroline’s ass.
“Yeah. I get fucked in the ass at least once a day, but- Unf! Fuck that hurts! But it’s hard to find a lot of guys as thick as you, doctor.”
“Well, it’s important for proper health… After I cum, I’ll give you the number of a specialist. You can have him fuck your ass once or twice a week. It’ll help you maintain a healthy gape.”
“Thank you so much, doctor! I’ll be sure to call him as soon as I get home!”
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Holiday Special: Thanksgiving just got a new review on Amazon :)
Joe is spending Thanksgiving with his girlfriend’s family. Katie’s sisters, Stephanie and Samantha both help Joe relax.
Blowjobs, sex, anal, and turkey dinner! It’s all just part of Thanksgiving in a world where fucking your girlfriend’s relatives is a normal part of dating!
Stephanie, the older sister has no problem getting down on her knees and sucking Joe’s cock.
It’s Samantha’s first year at the adult dinner, she just turned eighteen, and she wants to make a good impression on her big sister’s boyfriend!
Does Joe have any attention left for Katie, his girlfriend, after her sisters help him relax?
Find out!
When breeding a slut, it’s important to incorporate some sort of painful position or clamps. Otherwise, you risk having the slut become addicted to its own pleasure instead of the pleasure of men.
Here you see Briana being held in a particularly painful position while a thick cock pistons in and out of her teen cunt. She both loves it, because a cock in her cunt is a rare treat, and wishes the man would just fuck her ass since it would hurt less.
A perfect job training a slut to appreciate being fucked in the ass while still managing to knock her up!
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Serena Becomes A Fuck Toy just got a new review on Amazon :)
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!
Syndee’s First Annual Oral Review got a new review on Amazon :)
Syndee is a tiny, tight, hot little eighteen-year-old woman working at DynGlobe Electronics, a consumer electronics store. It’s Syndee’s first time being reviewed at work and her boss, Mr. Field, will be evaluating her oral skills by thrusting his cock, which is as thick as a twenty ounce bottle of pop and quite a bit longer, into her teen mouth and down her tight throat. Will she be able to handle it?
It’s a world where women are subject to sexual prowess reviews as part of their annual reviews at every company. Women are also required to participate in sexual escapades as part of their regular job duties. The managers are allowed to decide which sexual assets to review each year.
New Breakroom Seating Arrangements (sample)
Summary: Michelle Frost is middle management in a large company, but she still has to obey the memo sent down from the higher-ups.
There’s been a change to breakroom expectations for female employees. Knee-high socks, nude bodies, and taking it any way the men on break want to give it to them, every two hours!
How is she going to get her paperwork done, when she has to drop everything and get fucked by her employees every couple of hours?!
Find out how she handles it.
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The memo about the new “seating arrangements” in the employee lounge had reached Michelle Frost’s desk just that morning. She’d read it at least twenty times, looking for any clue that it might be a joke or some loophole she could use to get out of it.
“Sometimes I really don’t get the changes upper management seems to make around here! I mean, really! Don’t they know I’ve got better things to do than deal with some breakroom nonsense? I mean, I could understand if it was only the secretaries and interns, but I’m fucking middle management,” she said, picking up the memo and starting to read it through again.
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All female employees must make themselves available in the employee lounge for the use of any male employees on break once every two hours. After the male employees have finished making use of a female employee, she must return to her designated work area and resume work.
Use of female employees includes, but is not limited, to anal, oral, and vaginal penetrative sex. Use may also include hand jobs, breast envelopment of erections, and simple targets for ejaculations.
Break room attire for female employees will consist of knee-high socks, anal lube, and hair ties, barrettes, and so-forth as desired and/or necessary. Women must remain at least 75% nude at all times when in the employee lounge.
This new policy goes into effect today and will remain in effect until further notice. All female employees, without regard to their position in the company, will be required to comply or will be subject to the automatic dismissal clause of their contracts.
A starter pair of knee-high socks has been supplied to all female employees. However, subsequent employee lounge attire must be acquired at the expense of the employees.
All time that female employees spend in the employee lounge must be made up for through overtime. Female employees will be expected to make deadlines, quotas, and to finish all work in a timely fashion while still servicing the needs of male employees on break.
Male employees are expected to end their breaks at the proper times and to not dally with their female colleagues beyond specified break times.
-The management.
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“Well, fuck! There’s really no way out of it unless I want to lose my job…” Michelle said, running her fingers through her long, blonde hair and gritting her teeth. “I even called Andy in HR and he said he’d like to help me out, but his hands were tied… Told me to be ready to suck his cock on his four o'clock break too, the bastard.”
She griped and groaned to herself while trying to get some paperwork done, but two hours into her shift, she took off her clothes. She left her suit, lacy black underwear, and shoes under her desk, opened the small box that came with the memo, put on the white knee-high socks with red ribbons she found inside and lubed her asshole.
“I’ve never let anyone fuck me there before. I just know there’s going to be some greasy asshole employee ready to fuck me in the ass today though,” she muttered, pushing a bit more lube into her ass and cringing at the pain that lanced up her spine.
The walk to the breakroom, naked except for the long white socks with little red bows that tickled the backs of her knees, felt longer than any walk she’d ever taken before. Heads popped out of offices and stares followed her down the hall from both men who wished it was time for their breaks and women who were glad their shifts started later than hers.
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He eventually tracked down his high school crush after the Sexual Service Act passed and brought her to a nearby mind blank shop.
“So, can you blank her so the only thing she can say is ‘I love you’ and, like, nothing else?” he’d asked the technicians.
“Sure thing, sir!”
When he finally got her home and gave the ass he’d wanted all those years a test-drive he could not have been happier. No matter how hard he fucked her ass she responded with an endless string of “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“I love you too, Sierra. Now, let’s get your mouth sucking that dick clean,” he said.
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Maybe this is just me being dumb but I can't seem to find any of your stories on smashwords that have mind blanking in them. Is there an easy way to pick those out?
Hmmm… probably the only one that’s close to “mind blanking” is Brooke Is Destined To Worship Cock, but it is on my list to write a “proper” mind blank story as Broken Arrow.
The Freeuse and other themes are pretty full in my Smashwords stories.
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Taylor is a Human Urinal 2 (sample)
Summary: Taylor has decided to try to strike a deal with Coulter, her boss, to get out of her contract if she gets her roommate, Jessica, to work at the coffee shop. However, can Coulter really be trusted? What’s the big travel surprise that Taylor is in for at the end? Will her life ever be normal 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 lapped at her roommate’s gaping asshole while Coulter plowed his cock into her own. The curvy blonde ground her thick ass back into Taylor’s cute face while pinching and twirling her own hard, pink nipples.
“Yeah, you skanky ass piss-bitch! Lick Coulter’s cum out of my asshole! Clean it all up,” Jessica said and then reached back to shove Taylor’s face so hard into her ass that Taylor could barely breathe.
She wondered how she had ended up in an even worse situation than before, even after convincing Jessica to get a job at the coffee shop as well and getting Coulter to promise to let her out of her contract if she could get Jessica for him to use and abuse. She knew it was because she’d trusted Coulter to hold up his end of the bargain. The only thing he ever held up was his cock.
It had all started last Tuesday. Taylor had come home to find her rocky road ice cream completely gone and had decided then to make Jessica Coulter’s new urinal.
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Jessica was lounging on the couch, her soft, round ass curving gently into her tiny waist and leading to her large, yet somehow firm, breasts. Her long blond hair was draped over the lavender pillow and she was looking up at the ceiling with dull blue eyes. Jessica always looked like she was posing.
Taylor had been telling her all about how fun it would be to have her work at the coffee shop. She’d never told Jessica that she had served as a urinal there for the last month, it was too embarrassing, but that omission would make it even easier to convince her roommate to take a job there.
“You really think I can get in at the coffee shop?” Jessica asked.
“Totally! Coulter, the manager, he’s totally all about you being there,” Taylor said.
“Can you pick up an application for me tomorrow while you’re at work?” Jessica asked.
“Sure! You are going to love working there!”
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The next day she had brought it up with Coulter, after her first ass fuck of the day and before the morning rush of men who needed to use her as a public urinal. They were still in the men’s room. She was on her knees, looking up at Coulter and he was idly stroking his half-hard cock in the direction of her face.
“Coulter, you know my roommate, Jessica?” she asked.
“The curvy blonde who comes in here every so often? Yeah, she’s got a great pair of tits and an amazing ass,” he said.
“Well, if… if I could convince her to apply for a job here, would you be willing to let me out of my contract?” she asked.
“Well, I can let you out of your contract anytime I see fit. She’s a much hotter piece of ass than you, but I don’t know how well she’d work as a urinal,” he said while stroking his chin with one hand and his cock with the other.
“Well, I could get her to apply. She never reads contracts, so you could have her do whatever,” Taylor said.
She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, resisted the urge to pull away at the taste of her own ass which still clung to it, and instead began slowly sucking and flicking her tongue across the sensitive spot just under his cock’s head.
“You make a compelling case,” he said.
Coulter grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head and began to fuck her face up and down his rigid cock. Taylor had gagged the first few times anyone had throat fucked her in the bathroom, and Coulter was one of the roughest, but she’d done it so many times by then, that she knew exactly how to relax her throat. She let him bang down into her throat with the force of his hips and his hands guiding her head back and forth. She was a rag-doll, a fuck-doll until he pulled his cock free and came into her open mouth.
“That’s a good girl. Tell you what, you get her to fill out an application and, if I hire her, I’ll get you out of your contract,” he had said.
Taylor had believed him, she’d always trusted people more than she should. That was precisely the same reason she’d signed the contract without reading it first and how she’d fallen into this whole mess, to begin with.
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The next day, she brought Jessica in with her to the coffee shop to fill out an application. Coulter interviewed her, hired her, and had her signing a standard contract before she’d been there for thirty minutes. Taylor’s heart sank and skipped a beat at the same time. She’d given up her roommate to a horrible situation in order to escape it herself, but Jessica did have a tendency to eat all of her food all the time, so maybe she deserved it - just a little.
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Taylor had a tattoo on her lower back that said “exit only” and had an arrow pointing down to her ass. Of course, as soon as the Sexual Service Act passed, she got her first anal experience. Two of her ex-boyfriends showed up at her house and crammed their thick cocks into her ass at the same time.
She hasn’t gone a day without at least one double-anal fuck since. Sure, the first few times left her passed out, drooling, and whimpering in her sleep, but after a few months, the only time she felt happy was when there were at least two cocks in her ass.
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The Coffee Shop 2: Sunny's Ordeal (sample)
Summary: Businesses regularly sell the sexual services of their workers to make extra profit, usually at a high markup, but this particular coffee shop has decided to try an experiment. Will the coffee shop earn more by offering the hot little asses of its baristas with every purchase? Sunny has been taking cocks up her petite ass all week, but it’s not over yet!
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Sunny splashed a bit of cold water into her boyish face and ran her wet hands over her nearly bald head. She held onto the one long braid she kept just behind her left ear while she looked into her blue eyes in the mirror. Where her braid met her scalp, almost as sore as her tight, little asshole. She stepped back a few paces and plopped down onto the cushioned bench with all the force her tiny body could muster, which sent a shock of pain up her spine from her brutalized asshole.
“How long is this sale going to last? I mean, who thought up offering our assholes for free with a cup of coffee?” she asked her reflection. “Fuck, my break is almost over. I swear, they could give us a bit more than a ten-minute break every four hours, and that’s only if the shop is empty.”
She stared down at the oversized watch on her slender wrist and sighed. She’d barely had time to clean the cum from the back of her clothes and to wash her angry, red asshole.
“At least there’s only two more hours left of my shift. I’m going straight home and relaxing in a bubble bath for a few hours,” she said to her reflection.
She washed her hands one last time, dried them, and pushed back through the brown, wooden door of the women’s restroom out into the coffee shop. A few seconds later, she was standing behind the counter, almost completely hidden behind the glasses stacked on one end, but visible to anyone walking in through the front door.
Sunny busied herself with wiping down the counter and sweeping the floor while she waited for another customer to come in. She used to hate cleaning the place up, but at least it was a rest from constantly being bent over and fucked in the ass.
The bell on the front door chimed and pulled Sunny from her thoughts back to the present. A lanky man, dressed in tight jeans, with a long brown beard bumbled in through the open door and looked around, blinking, before his eyes settled on the sign behind the counter.
Sunny tried not to roll her eyes at the smile that spread across his face, she’d seen it so many times that week that she could tell exactly what he was going to ask.
“Is that sign for real? What’s the catch?” he asked.
Sunny sighed. “Yes, sir, we’re running a promotion for a limited time.”
“No fuckin’ way! My friends told me about this place, but I thought they were just fucking with me. Damn!”
“So… would you like a cup of coffee?” Sunny asked.
“What? Oh, yeah, yeah, the coffee. Sure, give me a small cup of, uh, medium roast,” he said while stroking his beard and eying her up and down. “I bet you’re ass is tight as hell.”
“It used to be anyway,” she said. “I guess that means you’ll be taking advantage of our free promotion.”
“You’re not my usual type, but how can I pass up a chance to fuck one of you coffee shop girls for the price of a cup of coffee? Most places charge a hundred bucks at least,” he said.
“Well, if you come back later, one of my coworkers might be more your style,” Sunny said, hoping she’d spare herself at least one ass fucking that day.
“Naw, you’ll do fine, plus I bet fucking that tiny ass of yours will feel awesome,” he said. He nodded as if conceding defeat in a debate he only had with himself.
Sunny pumped coffee out of a carafe into a tall glass mug while the lanky man continued to leer at her over the counter. Her heart pumped out a few extra beats as the sharp scent of the coffee hit her.
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Mariah’s boyfriend wanted a blowjob and to have his ass licked at the same time. Since she only had one mouth, she called up her besty, Savannah.
“I’ll take his ass and you can suck his cock. He even said you can be in a position so you can see the porn he’s watching,” she’d told Savannah over the phone.
“You know I’m there for you, slut,” Savannah said.
Good friends like her were hard to come by, but they were really the best!
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Crysta Needs Extra Credit (sample)
Summary: Crysta has been having a hard time keeping her grades up ever since she entered college. However, there’s always extra credit to keep her just barely passing.
There’s nothing like a blowjob under the desk, rough anal while bent over the desk, or her own mother helping out for the weekend, to really get her grades back up.
It’s all just part of how college classes and extra credit works in this strange, crazy, topsy-turvy, perverted world!
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Crysta stared at the score on her latest test and let out a slow sigh. The piece of paper slipped from her fingers onto the desk and was soon followed by her blonde head.
“It’s not fair. Just because I’m not as smart as other girls, I have to do extra credit constantly. And I don’t even get good grades for it. I barely pass,” she mumbled into her slender arms.
Her clothes strained against her curvy body whenever she wasn’t standing perfectly straight, and even then it was a wonder they didn’t burst off. Her miniskirt barely covered her plump ass, though she was wearing panties that day- her good luck panties. She kept her white dress shirt tied between her round, firm breasts and never wore a bra. She loved the way it highlighted her breasts and also showed off her pierced navel at the same time.
She’d turned nineteen over the summer, between her senior year of high school and her freshman year at the local community college. Her blue eyes had been bright and full of optimistic joy her first week at college, then the first test came - and the first failure. No matter how hard she studied, she just couldn’t seem to keep up.
“It doesn’t help that all that extra credit takes up time too. I mean, how am I supposed to find time to study the main stuff, if I’m always working on extra stuff?” she puzzled over the thought for a while. “I guess as long as I pass it’s fine…”
“Miss Abernathy, I’ll need to see you after class,” Mr. McFiersen said, talking over the sound of other students packing up and filtering out of the classroom.
He was a little over six feet tall, in his forties with his reddish hair just starting to recede. Under a thin layer of fat, he still had muscles that could lift another person off the ground and throw them across a room.
He smiled at her and shook his head back and forth for a moment. His brown eyes behind the square frames of his glasses held a mixture of concern and exasperation.
After the last two girls left the classroom (she was sure they pointed at her and whispered to each other before giggling), she made her way up to Mr. McFiersen’s desk.
“I know I failed the last test, but maybe I’ll make it up with the project and the final paper. I mean, you haven’t graded those yet. So, who knows,” she said before she even finished dragging a chair over to sit across from him.
“Look, Crysta…” his face flickered through a few confused expressions before settling on one. “Look. I’ve already graded your project and your final paper. Given the trouble you’ve been having with the class, I wanted to get yours done first to give you every opportunity to make up any missed points and pass.”
“Thanks… But… Um… You don’t look like you’ve got good news.” She fidgeted in the cold, hard chair and wished it would warm up under her ass.
“I don’t.” He sighed and pulled the small folder containing her research project out of his briefcase, followed by the short stack of paper she recognized as her final paper and handed both to her.
She thumbed through the papers and read over the comments, the circled problems, and the many calls for “more structure” and “sources?” in the margins.
“This is really bad,” she said.
“Really bad. You see, the problem is, without daily extra credit assignments… Even with them… I’m just not sure you can even pass at this point.”
“But! It’s not fair! I’ve worked so hard! Harder than anyone else! I study every free minute I have and I do all the extra credit you give me!”
She started crying. She didn’t mean to. She knew she was much too old for it. But there it was, tears and snot and a little whimpering. All of it.
Mr. McFiersen sighed and looked out the window for a moment, giving the young woman a moment to collect herself. When the tears died down, he continued.
“I really do feel for you, Miss Abernathy. I know better than anyone how much extra credit you put in and I can see how much you study. You’re just struggling. I even had a chat with the dean and asked if it were possible for me to give you another project and paper to do for extra credit instead of the usual tasks.”
“You did?” She dried her eyes and smiled up at him.
“I did ask… but she said it just wouldn’t be fair to the other students.” He sighed before continuing. “Miss Abernathy- Crysta, I think it might be best and easier, on both of us, if you just withdraw from the class. It’s usually not allowed this late in the semester, but I’ll fill out the paperwork and at the very least it won’t hurt your GPA.”
“But… But… No! I’ve already put so much work in! I don’t want to just… just give up! Please! Please, just let me do the extra credit and- and let’s see how my grade goes!”
He tilted his head to the right. “It’s not that I don’t admire your dedication. I know the extra credit really takes a toll on you. To tell you the truth, it’s starting to wear me down too.”
“Please, I- I’d rather have a ’D’ I worked my ass off for than quit now,” she said, lifting her chin and looking straight into his eyes.
He pursed his lips between his teeth for a moment and took a long look at the girl in front of him. Despite her grades, he’d rarely met a more dedicated student.
“Okay. No. Yeah. I can see you’re serious about this and that there’s no talking you out of it. That’s it! I’m going to work with you on this and see if we can’t get you a passing grade! So, let’s start with a blowjob under the desk and then work from there.”
“Okay, but my mom is coming to pick me up today so-”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to tell her you’ll be coming home with me for a while. We’re both going to be putting a lot of work into your extra credit. There just won’t be time for you to go home until sometime next week.”
“Oh… Well, she’ll be here in five or ten,” she said while sliding out of her chair and crawling across the floor to get underneath Mr. McFiersen’s desk.
He unzipped his dark blue dress pants and pulled out his already hardening cock. The first time Crysta had to do extra credit, she’d been scared out of her mind by his cock. It was longer and thicker than any of her boyfriends’ cocks had ever been, by at least twice as much.
She contorted her lithe, teen body under the desk, twisted into place, and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She could feel it still growing harder and longer while she sucked on it. When his hands, with their solid, practiced grip, took hold of her head, she knew what was next.
He pulled her head down on his cock and thrust forward as best he could without standing up from his chair. The wide head of his cock pressed deep into her throat and she bucked as she struggled to breathe around it, tears springing up in her eyes again and rolling down her cheeks, where they mingled with her drool on his balls.
“Well, even extra credit work you’ve had to assign hundreds of times can still be a little interesting, right?” he said more to himself than to her.
Crysta wondered why guys always thought it was a good idea to ask her questions, even rhetorical ones, while she was choking on their dicks.
“Yeah, because I even care about answering while I’m half-choking on dick- let alone being able to answer,” she thought.
After a moment, Mr. McFiersen pulled her head back again, leaving just the thick tip of his cock between her lips, and she breathed in deeply through her nose, taking in the air she’d been craving and also his thick, musky scent.
“Now, just keep taking it all the way to the back of your throat and holding it there as long as you can while I work on grading your classmates’ final papers,” he said, giving her a little pat on top of her head before moving his chair forward and forcing her to twist and bend under the desk even more, just to be able to breath between the moments when she had his cock lodged in her throat.
The scratching of his pen on the papers echoed under the desk much louder than she would have thought, but it stopped distracting her after the first few times she’d had to do work on extra credit with him.
“Oh! Hi there!” Crysta heard her mother’s middle-class, chirpy, chipper voice call out. “Have you seen my daughter?”
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“You… you sold my breeding rights? Already?!” Bailey asked her stepfather.
“Sure did! That guy fucking you right now is the new owner of your pussy. He’s always wanted to start an eighteen-year-old on her life of being a pregnant slut right on her eighteenth birthday!”
“But… I… I…”
“Oh, don’t worry. Looks to me like he’s enjoying that little cunt enough that he’ll want to buy the rest of you too. Right, buddy?”
“Fuck yeah! I’ll take the whole thing. Gonna take this slut home and fuck her ass and mouth too!”
“It’s a deal!”
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Mackenzie’s boyfriend didn’t want to pay to have her mind blanked, so instead, he worked out a deal with Andrew.
Andrew had the biggest cock in the neighborhood. He would “borrow” Mackenzie for a month, fucking her ass as many times a day as he could manage and then he’d hand her back over to her boyfriend.
It’d only been two weeks and she barely had any thoughts other than how to get the cock in her ass to cum as fast as possible. By the time the full month was over, she’d be a drooling, mindless, fuck toy. All thanks to Andrew’s massive cock.
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Amanda sometimes had brief flashes of who she was before the mind blank, but the pleasure in her wet cunt or the pain in her abused ass would readily distract her and she’d forget everything she had been again.
She was a moaning, drooling, mindless fuck-toy. She existed to serve cock and lap up cum. Her entire life was being fucked by whatever cock decided to thrust into her.
Even when she remembered who and what she used to be, she knew this was the happiest she’d ever been.
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Serena Stories 2: Serena Becomes A Fuck Toy (sample)
Summary: 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!
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As his car pulled into the driveway in front of Serena’s house, Serena began sucking on his engorged cock in earnest. She’d been holding back so she’d be sure not to hurt him while he was driving, but now she moved her lips up and down his shaft while sucking greedily. Within a few moments, he groaned as a shot of thick heat poured into her mouth. She held it there for a moment, enjoying the saltiness, and then swallowed.
“Thank you,” he said as he stroked her silky brown hair.
She sat up and looked deep into his eyes. “No, thank you. I don’t completely understand what’s happening to me, but I know that I need your cock - your cum. I need you to use me. And every time you do. Every time you cum inside of me, or on me, or use me for anything… I feel like I’m finally doing exactly what I should have always done.”
“Do you mean that? Really?”
She took a deep breath, stared at the dark windows of her house for a moment, and then looked back at him. Her hand traced up his thigh and started stroking his cock.
“I’ve never felt more sure about anything. I exist for you. I can feel it. I’m… I’m supposed to be your personal little fuck toy for as long as you want me. For anything you want me for.”
He took her hand from his throbbing cock, which had already started to get hard again, and held it between both of his. His eyes looked deep into hers and he couldn’t see anything other than honesty and lust.
“I believe you,” he said and then tucked his stiff member back into his jeans, “Let’s go inside, though.”
“Once we’re inside, can I have you inside of me again?” she asked.
He cocked his head to the left and looked away from her, feigning apathy and said, “Tell you what, if you do everything I tell you. I mean everything. I might fuck your hot little cunt tonight. Would you like that?”
“Please! Yes, please!” she whispered into his ear.
“But you have to everything I tell you to, without question, or I’ll punish you. I might punish you even if you do everything I tell you to.”
Serena’s whole body vibrated with anticipation and her breathing grew short. She could only nod yes.
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Destini wondered why some of the guys dragged her behind bushes, trees, dumpsters, or whatever before fucking her.
“You guys know that you can just fuck me right in plain view, right? Since The Act passed, it’s totally fine,” she said, before going back to sucking the stranger’s cock.
“Oh. Yeah… I mean, I know, but it’s all pretty new, so it feels nicer to have a little privacy. Maybe I’ll take you with me to work today and fuck you in the middle of the office though.”
“Really?! I’ve never been fucked in the middle of an office! Please! Please, mister!”
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“Ca-Can’t I even- even take a shower in peace?” Grace asked her neighbor.
“Not since you got those implants. Man! Your tits are fucking awesome!”
“But… you- you made me get them…”
“I know! Fuck! The Sexual Service Act is fucking great! I want my fucking hot neighbor? I fuck her. I want her tits bigger? She goes and pays to have them bigger! I want to knock her up while she’s trying to get clean after I’ve just fucked her ass all night? Guess she’s getting knocked up!”
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Emily Meets An Elite (sample)
Summary: Emily is enjoying a meal at a restaurant with her boyfriend when one of The Elite shows up and causes a stir not only in the restaurant but also in her love-life! Will her relationship with her boyfriend ever be the same again? Does she want it to be?
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.
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Emily looked across the small, wobbly table at her boyfriend and smiled. They’d been going out for a few months and he’d let her set the pace at every step.
“It’d be nice if he took the initiative, sometimes,” she thought while taking a bit of her salad. She thought that more often every day, but wasn’t sure how to bring it up.
“This little place has some of the best food. Are you sure all you want is a salad?” he asked.
His six-foot tall frame stooped over the small table they were seated at and seemed to barely fit into the space. He was almost a full foot taller than her, but he always seemed to shrink and give way when she made decisions.
“Yeah. I’m trying to lose a few pounds before the holidays. Mom always gives me a hassle about any extra weight.”
She didn’t have a weight problem, probably in large part to a preference for eating salads. She just found that the pretense of a diet ended questions and tended to impress men.
With her slender body just a little over five feet tall, long brown hair with soft curls, breasts just big enough to stay perky forever, and a round bubble-butt that pressed out against every pair of her jeans, she could have chosen anyone. Every boyfriend she’d ever had, she’d wrapped around her little finger and used until she was bored.
“Every last one of them has been under my control from the first second they’ve seen me,” she thought.
Emily glanced over to the entrance and noticed a man in a large, black overcoat stride into the restaurant like he owned the place. He was a little shorter than her boyfriend and had light-brown hair, cropped short to hide the beginnings of going bald.
She almost rolled her eyes but stopped when she noticed the hostess staring at his extended hand. She didn’t need to be able to see the details to know what he was wearing. He was one of The Elite and he was showing the hostess his position as an absolute authority by letting her get a look at his ring.
“Oh, wow! Is that… Is that what I think it is?” Robert asked.
“Yeah, I think it is. I’ve never seen one in person. My friend, Cynthia, met one once at work. She said it was really rough on her, but the experience really helped her realize her potential or something,” Emily said.
“Maybe… Maybe, we should just quietly head out…” her boyfriend whispered across the table.
Emily looked down at her salad. She’d barely taken two bites out of it and Robert hadn’t even touched his burger yet.
“I…” She looked around the restaurant and seriously took stock of the women there. The waitresses were all buxom. Several girls at another table were nearly perfect blonde-bimbos. She had to admit that there were a lot of sexy women in the place.
“I think we’ll be fine. He’s got all these women to pick from,” she whispered back.
She glanced back over to the entrance and noticed The Elite had the lanky, blonde hostess bent over her own podium while he slowly worked his fingers in and out of her bare cunt. The girl had been wearing a pair of cute pink panties, which were now wrapped around her ankles. He seemed to barely be paying attention to her, even though the girl’s legs were shaking and her moans were getting louder. Instead, he scanned the room with sharp brown eyes, seeming to weigh and undress every woman present.
She looked back at her boyfriend and took another bite of her salad, not even bothering to notice the taste, then waved her fork at his burger. Robert lifted the sandwich and took a bite, his eyes shifting between Emily and The Elite.
“I wonder who he’ll end up fucking. It looks like he might just fuck the hostess, but maybe he’ll go for that whole table of girls,” she thought.
A loud squeal from the hostess drew Emily’s attention back to the entrance. The Elite had his thumb buried in the poor girl’s asshole and was still running his fingers over her dripping cunt.
“At least she seems to be having some fun with it,” Emily thought.
That was when The Elite locked eyes with hers and she knew it was too late to look away. He pulled his thumb from the hostess’ ass and left the girl there to pull up her panties and roll down her skirt, knees shaking. He strode over to Emily’s table and pulled up a chair from a nearby table.
“You seem interesting,” he said, lifting a fry from Robert’s plate and biting into it afterward. His smile was all teeth and danger.
“I… Tha- Thanks,” Emily managed to stammer out. She’d been sure he’d choose someone else.
“Do you know what this is and what it means?” The Elite asked, showing her his ring. It was silver-colored with a wolf’s head on the top and a serial number embossed on the side.
“It’s an Elite ring. It… it, uh, means that everyone has to do what you say.”
“Pretty much. My word is sexual law,” he said and winked at her.
Emily blushed and glanced at her boyfriend who seemed to have decided to pay attention to his plate rather than their conversation.
“Stand up for me,” The Elite said.
Emily pushed back her chair and stood, still facing towards her boyfriend, while The Elite looked her up and down like a piece of meat hanging in a butcher’s window.
“That is one sweet ass she’s got! I bet you fuck that ass every chance you get.” He let his hands slide around Emily’s round, tight ass while he spoke to Robert.
“I… Actually, I’ve never fucked her ass.”
“Really?”
“Really… uh… Sir?” Robert stammered out.
The Elite stood next to Emily and continued to fondle and play with her ass, looking down at her boyfriend with a bemused expression.
“Man! I can’t believe you haven’t fucked this slut’s asshole! She’s got a goddamn hot little bubble-butt. That’s more than enough reason,” The Elite said, positioning himself behind Emily’s petite frame.
He took hold of a tiny rip and tore Emily’s pants open as if they were little more than paper. Then he snapped the g-string of her panties with a single flick of his wrist. Within seconds, Emily’s bubble-butt was free of her tight pants, the black cotton fabric still clinging to her thighs and waist, despite the giant hole The Elite had torn in the back.
Emily blushed and wondered at the rush of cool air that hit her now exposed ass and cunt. She hadn’t realized how wet she’d become until the shredded remnants of her panties hit the floor.
“Well… she’s… she’s not really into anal… so…” her boyfriend stuttered out, staring intently while The Elite fondled Emily’s round, perky, perfect ass.
“What? With an ass like this? No fucking way! She’s got to love anal!” The Elite said.
“Actually I hate-”
He pushed her forward over the table where she and her boyfriend had been having dinner at just moments before and pushed his middle finger into her mouth for a second. Emily could taste the salty sweet of the hostess’ pussy still on his finger. Then he pulled it free only to press it against her tight, fresh, virgin asshole.
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The Eclipse (sample)
Summary: Madison has made a special trip to Aumsville, Oregon to see the totality of the solar eclipse. She had a bit of car trouble on the way, but Mike picked her up and got her the rest of the way.
Little does she know that exposure to the rays of light slipping past the moon during the eclipse will turn her, Mike, and everyone around them into sex crazed maniacs.
It starts with the sun going out, then the sounds of an orgy, and soon the world has changed to accommodate people who crave sex constantly.
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Madison had been looking forward to the eclipse for months. There was just something exciting about knowing the middle of the country was going to be thrust into complete darkness in the middle of the day that got under her skin and made her itch with anticipation.
“I made it to Aumsville! Didn’t think I’d make it when my car broke down, but thanks to you, I’m here. Thanks for getting me the last hundred miles, Mike,” she said.
“Hey, no problem. I was on my way back to Oregon anyway,” he said, without looking away from the road.
Madison felt lucky to have anyone give her a lift. She’d been stranded on a lonely stretch of road. It didn’t hurt that Mike was over six feet tall, handsome, and built like a brick house.
Next to her slender frame and short height, he seemed almost like a giant. She twirled a lock of her light brown hair, which she had just long enough to reach her jawline and let herself daydream for a moment.
They soon turned off Mill Creek road, down a highway and a few side-streets, and found a parking space in a little place called Porter Boone Park. A flat bit of grass with a few trees popping up here and there.
“This is gonna be so fucking awesome!” she squealed, popping open the door and stepping out. “You comin’?”
“Well, I do have a schedule to keep. This rig has to get where it’s going on time, but I guess I can spare an hour,” he said, climbing out of the cab of the truck and meeting her in front.
She grabbed hold of his hand, well three fingers of it since her’s were so tiny compared to his, and pulled him around to a clear patch of grass. After laying out a small cover, they sat down, each put on a pair of eclipse-glasses, and Madison moved closer to Mike until she was cuddling in tight and warm to his massive chest.
He cleared his throat and draped one arm over her shoulders, pulling her in even closer.
Madison’s entire body seemed to vibrate and she wasn’t sure if it was more from the excitement of the oncoming eclipse or from being so close to Mike. She watched as the shadow of the moon slowly slipped over the sun, darkness overlapping light, and pushed in deeper to Mike’s strong arm and well-muscled chest.
As the sun completely vanished behind the moon, she looked back to the world around her and lifted the glasses to look around. Other than a few streetlights in the distance which had flickered on, the park was in darkness and the people around her little more than shadows shifting around.
After a few moments, she noticed the sounds from the crowd growing from the hushed amazement into a collection of gentle moans, wet kisses, and something else.
“Where have I heard those sounds bef- Wait! Are people fucking here? Holy fuck! I’m surrounded by people fucking each other! In public! I mean, in the dark, but in the fucking open,” her mind raced through the thoughts.
She started to feel outraged for a moment, but then realized her own hands had quietly gone to work on their own. One was nestled between her thighs, kneading the wet lips of her cunt and stroking her clit. The other had unzipped Mike’s jeans, pulled his thick, long, cock free and had begun stroking the already hard rod.
She glanced down at her hands, then at her chest.
“They’re not the biggest, but I could give him a decent tit-fuck,” she thought.
She pulled her shirt over her head, rolled to the side so she was straddling Mike’s massive thighs, and lowered her tits, still in the bra, over his cock, pinning it between them. Each time she stroked his cock up through her tits, she took the head between her pouty lips, sucked gently and rolled her tongue around it before lifting her tits and letting his cock slide back down between them.
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DynGlobe
Yes, it exists in all of the fictional universes I write about as MasterLoveHurts and as Broken Arrow.
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“Don’t worry. This is the last time you’ll ever be fucked in the ass,” Julie’s roommate said.
“Re-re-really?” she asked even though it was hard to speak through the pain lancing up from her ravaged asshole.
“Yeah! Right after I cum, I’m having you mind blanked.”
“What? But I-”
“You’ll be a whole new woman. Like I said, you’ll never be ass-fucked again. She’s gonna get ass-fucked every day for the rest of her life though.”
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Nataly found herself doubled over, her face pressed into her shag carpet, right next to her own couch, with a thick cock lancing into her ass yet again.
“Fuck! Just because I have a thick ass, it doesn’t mean you can be rougher with it!”
“Maybe. But because your sweet ass is so round and thick, I want to be rougher with it,” he shot back, ramming his cock in as hard and deep as he could to add emphasis to his words.
“Fuck…”
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Kiki & The Temp Agency (sample)
Summary: Kiki’s parents have cut her off and she needs to make money to pay the bills and the rent. There’s nothing she can do except head down to the local temp agency and hope they have a job for her.
However, Kiki lives in a world a little different from our own. She’ll have her sexual assets tested at the agency and her “service job” will involve a bed in the middle of an office skyrise.
What’s she doing kneeling in front of that old man on the bus on her way to work? Find out!
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Kiki looked around her shabby apartment and wondered how long she’d actually be able to keep it. Since her parents cut her off a few months before, she’d let rent lapse, the power had been turned off, and her canned soup was starting to run low. She knew she’d have to find a way to make enough money to make ends meet quick and that meant working through a temp agency. Of course, she wasn’t the brightest, so that meant sticking to “service” jobs.
“Why did you skip every single class your freshman year of college?” she asked herself in the mirror.
“Because you were a cock-hungry whore, too busy swallowing cum and bending over dumpsters behind bars to make it to class,” she answered.
She tied her blonde hair into a bun, threw on a white miniskirt, a pink top, and her best flats before heading out to the temp agency for the day.
The agency was only a few minutes up the street from her apartment. They were pretty much every few blocks. She pushed her way in through the double glass doors and blinked for a second while her eyes adjusted to the soft white light of the office.
“Hello. How can we help you today, miss? Looking for work?” asked a man in his mid-thirties sitting behind a desk.
His blue suit looked neatly pressed, but it might have just been that it was polyester and so never wrinkled.
“Um… Ye- Yeah, I guess I am. I mean, why else would I be here?”
“And you’re familiar with the kind of temp work we assign here, I assume.”
“Yeah,” Kiki said, sitting across from him at the desk. “You guys set us up with jobs sucking dick in elevators and stuff like that.”
“Yes. Stuff like that.” He looked over the desk and seemed to drink in every inch of Kiki’s young body. Her large, round breasts pressed against her tight shirt, her waist was slender but strong, and her hips were a little narrow but had started to fill out. “I think we can find a few nice positions for you. My name’s Bill, by the way.”
“I’m Kiki.”
Kiki tried not to fidget while his eyes roamed her body. She’d had to do temp work a number of times, so she knew it was important for the Placement Officer to get a clear idea of her assets.
He typed a few things into his computer, looking up occasionally as if checking to make sure she fit some mysterious parameters.
“Alright, just need to check a few things. If you’ll just bend over the desk,” he said, standing and walking around behind her.
Kiki stood, bent over the desk, and waited. She’d been through this a few times, so she knew how it went. The sound of her chair being pulled across the carpet, the sense of him standing behind her, and the way he rolled up her skirt and pulled down her panties were all things she expected.
“Very good. I see you keep things shaved.” He ran his hand over her exposed cunt and between her plump ass cheeks. “No, you keep it waxed! Very good!”
“Yeah. I know I get better jobs that way and my boyfriends have all liked me smooth and clean,” she said, trying to make conversation.
“You are a smart slut,” Bill said.
She heard the zipper of his pants, the ruffle of his boxers being opened, and then felt the tip of his cock press against her already dripping pussy. She couldn’t hold back a deep moan as he slid his thick rod up into her and started fucking it in and out slowly as if judging every inch of sensation.
“Already wet and ready?! That’s really unusual for someone applying for temp work! I’m thinking we’ll have you placed in no time. You might even get hired in as a permanent fixture someplace.”
“I’m- Mmm! Yeah, right there! I’m only looking for temp work, really,” Kiki said, before biting her lower lip and letting the slow pistoning of his cock take over her senses.
“That’s too bad. There are places that would kill to hire you in permanently!”
“I bet. I like my freedom though…”
“I understand. Just need to check one more thing,” he said, sliding his cock out of her dripping cunt.
Kiki felt the wet head of his thick cock press against her puckered asshole and did her best to relax. A moment later, he thrust deep into her, drawing a cry from her pink lips before she covered her mouth.
“Very nice! You know how to show that a man’s cock is ‘too big to handle’ but still keep the noise at a minimum so others can keep working! I fucking swear, you’re a Goddamn natural!” he said and slapped her ass before starting to really pound in and out of her tortured back door.
After what seemed like an hour to Kiki, but had really only been a few minutes of being bent over a desk and ass-fucked, he pulled his cock free of her gripping asshole and shot a load of cum onto her back and hair.
She lay there panting for a moment while he circled the desk and sat back down at his computer. After a moment, she propped herself back up, pulled up her panties, and fell back into her chair. She ran her fingers through her hair, spread the cum out evenly, and caught what she could from her back, licking it off her fingers while she waited for him to fill out the paperwork on the screen.
“The people over at DynGlobe are going to just love you to pieces. I’ll be surprised if they don’t send us an official request for a full-time position for you. I know. I know. You only want temp work, but you really should keep your options in mind,” he said then handed her a printout. “Just take this with you to their offices, the address is right there, and they’ll get you placed and working.”
Kiki stood up and smoothed out her skirt. “Thanks.”
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Taylor is a Human Urinal 1 (sample)
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Summary: 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. Her boss, Coulter, is ready to finally fuck her ass, but she’s never been fucked there before. Will she be able to take it? Her contract says she better.
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Taylor had long black hair, a svelte body with tiny, nearly non-existent breasts, a little upturned nose, and bright green eyes. She was absolutely cute and occasionally sexy. She had big plans for her life but had managed to get tangled up with one of the new contracts at a coffee shop.
She’d been working at the coffee shop for about half a year. She’d thought about quitting but realized her contract made that nearly impossible. Even if she quit her job as a barista, she’d still be required to provide “extraneous services” which covered a lot of areas, without pay!
The worst “extraneous service” so far had been the month she’d had to spend drinking piss out of cocks in the men’s bathroom. Every size, shape, color, and stank of cock shoved into her mouth, where she had to suck just gently enough to swallow the piss without getting them too hard to piss, and since it was a coffee shop, every man in the place had to piss constantly.
“How long am I going to be on public urinal duty. I mean, aren’t you going to get the urinal fixed? It’s been over a month!” Taylor asked.
“Well, it’s really only been a little over a month, but it’s not all bad. Do you have any idea how much money we saved on the water bill last month? Having you drink the piss not only brought in more customers, but it slashed out water bill to lower than it’s ever been!” Coulter said.
“Will I get a bonus?” she asked.
“Of course not. Serving as a public urinal when the porcelain one is broken is part of your contract,” he said.
“But you could get it fixed and-”
“Ah, you see, it doesn’t say I have to get it fixed in the contract,” he said and waved a copy of the contract at her.
She snatched the copy of the contract out of his hand and read it over. He was right. Of course, he was right, he didn’t have to fix the urinal and she had to continue working as a public urinal until he decided to repair it if he ever decided to repair it.
“The last guy who used my mouth got hard and started fucking my throat.”
“Did he cum?” he asked.
“Well, I didn’t know what to do, so I just kind of went with it. He came so much, I think he came more than he pissed!” she said and frowned at the thought.
“Good. A lot of men like to jack off into the urinal to blow off some stress. Make sure you keep yourself available for that.”
“But… but… but-”
“Speaking of butt. Take a look at the bottom of page twelve,” he said.
“She flipped to page twelve and ran her finger to the bottom of the page. There, written in the black and white she never bothered to read was written, “shall make any and all orifices, crevices, and other flesh available to management, staff, and customers of the establishment for any use, at any time, for any duration of time.”
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Because contracts….
Well, most contracts are about how the company is going to fuck you over, it’s just more literal in this particular fictional world. ;)
He’d given her a ride in his car for an entire quarter-mile, so Angela knew it was only polite to let him cum all over her face and into her open mouth.
“I mean, I wasn’t actually looking for a ride and now I’m even further from the store I was trying to get to, but he told me to get into the car, so I kind of had to…” she thought.
“You are one hot little slut. You know what? I’m taking you home for the weekend and fucking the hell out of you.”
“Guess I’m not getting groceries today…”
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“Don’t look so sad about it,” Courtney’s ex-boyfriend said.
He had her crouching against the wall, his cock slamming into the back of her throat for the tenth time that day.
“Look, you know how it is. It can be really hard to find someone to date, like seriously. So, I’m just gonna keep you around to fuck until I find a better piece of ass.”
She pulled her mouth free of his cock for a moment. “How am I supposed to find a new boyfriend with you fucking me all the time and not even letting me leave the apartm-”
He shoved his cock back into her mouth and pounded it hard into the back of her throat, making her gag and sputter around his thick rod.
“That’s not really my problem. The Sexual Service Act says I get to fuck you as much and as long as I want. So, that’s just the way it is. Didn’t you vote yes on it?”
She moaned a “yes” around his cock.
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Holiday Special: Father's Day Daughter Swap (sample)
Summary: Best friends Paige and Jordan are trying to decide what to get their dads for Father’s Day. One of Jordan’s dirty jokes takes a serious turn and before they know it, the two girls are giving themselves to each other’s fathers as presents.
It’s a fucking great time for these two eighteen-year-old women and for the men they love!
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Jordan and Paige sat across from each other at a small coffee shop trying to figure out what to get their dads for Father’s Day. It had completely caught them by surprise, so they were stuck shopping at the last minute.
Jordan’s straight, silky, blonde hair that reached down to her tapered waist and her round, firm breasts were a striking contrast to Paige’s boyish frame and close-cropped brown hair.
“What do you think about getting them, I don’t know, like ties?” Jordan asked.
“What are we, in a sitcom? We can’t get them ties! How about… they like electronics. We could get them new Blu-ray players, right? Looks like this place has a few in stock,” Paige said, bringing up an electronics store on her tablet.
“Yeah, they’d like that, but I’m broke. Too bad we can’t give them what we give our boyfriends on their birthdays,” Jordan said, giving Paige a wink.
“Ewe! Don’t be gross! You’re talking about your dad!” Her face bunched up around her nose and pursed lips like it might disappear into itself.
“Maybe I’m talking about your dad.”
“What!? No. Just no, Jordan. Don’t be gro-”
“I mean, me and your dad. And you and my dad.”
Paige was starting to wonder if her friend wasn’t just making a sick joke. She looked up into Jordan’s blue eyes and wondered what her friend could be thinking.
“What? You think that we should… Should do each other’s dads?” Paige asked, rolling the thought around in her head. “N… No way… That’s just crazy. It’s crazy, right?”
“Yeah. No. No, you’re right. It was just a… a stupid idea,” Jordan said, turning her attention back to Paige’s tablet.
“Yeah. Yeah. No, right. I mean, I know my dad has had the hots for you ever since you turned eighteen, but your dad probably doesn’t even know I’m alive.”
Jordan started giggling.
“What? What’s so funny?” Paige asked.
“It’s just… My dad stares at your little ass every single time you come over! How have you not noticed? I mean, he doesn’t even hide it!”
“What? No way!”
“So way! He wants that ass, bad!” Jordan said, giving her friend’s petite ass a little pinch.
“Ow! Hey! Cut it out!” Paige squealed, the blushed when she noticed how many people had turned to look at them.
After the rest of the coffee shop crowd went back to their mochas, lattes, and conversations, Paige looked back up from the tablet she was sharing with Jordan and elbowed to busty blonde in the ribs.
“What’s up?” Jordan asked.
“Do… Do you think our dads would like it?” she asked.
“What? Bluray players? Yeah, it’s way better than ties and-”
“No! I mean, do you think they’d like to… umm… swap us and get what we give our boyfriends on their birthdays?”
“Are you serious? I mean, really serious? I mean, I was mostly just joking, but… Damn, it would be way better than anything we could buy them!” Jordan said, perking up and looking deep into Paige’s brown eyes.
“Really? I mean, it’s weird. Right? You don’t think it’ll just creep out your dad?”
“Creep him out? You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t beg for seconds!”
“Oh my God! We’re really gonna do this, aren’t we?!” Paige said, a little too loud.
“I’m in if you’re in,” Jordan said, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
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It wasn’t long before they’d worked out the details and Paige was pulling into Jordan’s driveway. Her heart was racing, the breeze under the long, white jacket she was wearing seemed to add new shivers to her already shaking body.
“C'mon, Paige! Jordan is probably already sucking your dad off! You promised to show her dad a good time too! This is not the time to chicken out, bitch!” she said to herself.
She climbed out of her blue hatchback and walked up to the front door, her bare feet slapping quietly against the paved driveway. After a knock she wasn’t sure anyone would be able to hear, Mr. Peterson opened the door and smiled down at the petite waif.
“Paige! What’s up? Jordan’s not here right now, but you’re welcome to come in and wait,” he said, stepping aside to give her room to enter.
“Actu- Actually… Jordan sent me over… She, she wants me to make sure you have a happy Father’s Day,” Paige said, unbuttoning her jacket with shaky hands.
“Oh… Is she not going to be able to make it out? She didn’t have to send you over just to say-” his voice cut off as Paige’s jacket fell to the floor.
“I’m your- your present… If you want me,” she said looking up into his eyes only with the very last word.
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Modern Slut Tip:
A man you just met wants you to go camping with him, to bring your twin sister, a dildo, and a power drill.
When you get to the campground, the first thing he wants is for you and your sister to strip while he sets up the “power-dildo.”
For the next few days, you and your twin-sister are taking turns fucking each other with the drilldo and eating each other’s tight, little assholes while he watches and fucks random sluts from the campground.
You should consider this just another normal summer weekend for a pair of slutty twins.
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Serena Stories 1: Serena Begs For An Ass Fucking And Gets It (sample)
Summary: A hot little brunette slut wants some dick so bad that she’s willing to take it up her tight ass in a public men’s bathroom.
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It was three-fourteen in the morning on a Sunday. The winter outside the coffee shop wailed as snowflakes cut across the night.
He saw her sitting at a table and decided he’d try to make things right with her one more time.
As he strode over to her with his long slow gate she looked up, and a new sensation began to spread over her. Serena felt the undeniable urge to unzip his pants as soon as he was near. She didn’t understand why, but she needed to, so she reached out and grabbed the zipper of his jeans and began tugging down.
“What the hell?” he said surprised as he grabbed her wrist and tried to keep her from undoing his pants, “Serena, we’re in the middle of the coffee shop! What are you trying to do?”
“I… uh… I don’t know… but I really need your cock in my mouth!” she said with a look of surprise on her face, “I- I- I’m sorry I don’t know what’s wrong with me… oh my god…”
“Are you trying to play some sort of joke? Because it’s not funny,” he said with a mixture of anger and sadness as he looked into the short brunette’s brown eyes.
“No… No, it’s not a joke… I don’t know why, but I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me,” she begged as she looked up at him, “We can go into the men’s room and I’ll let you do anything you want to me. Anything.”
He looked down at her and saw honest lust in her eyes, “Okay. Okay, let’s do that, let’s go right now.” He said as he pulled her up from her chair and lead her to the men’s room door,“ he looked back at her before going in, "Are you sure you really want this… me?”
“I’m sure, I’m so sure. Please…”
They slipped into the restroom and her hands were deftly unzipping his pants as she knelt down even before the door was shut. She pulled his rising member from his jeans and licked the very tip, then let her tongue dance up and down the length of his 7-inch cock slowly at first and then faster until at last, she took the entire length into her mouth and down her tight throat.
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