December 2017

Brooke Is Destined To Worship Cock (sample)

Summary: Brooke has moved to the city, been dumped by the boyfriend that brought her there, and is wandering through life aimlessly until she comes to a message on the sidewalk seemingly written to her. Will she regret following the instructions? She is on the path to finding her destiny, but what does destiny have in store for her?

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It was a grey day, not just the clouds, not just the buildings, but everything from the inside of her eyes to the furthest point in the endless sky. Brooke wished she could pull herself free of the concrete and soar above the steel and glass buildings which seemed to lean in and threaten to close together over her. She’d never really liked the city, but her third boyfriend had convinced her to move there, then, only a month later, had kicked her out when he found a girl willing to let him do things she’d never let him do.

She stopped, cocked her head to the right, and stared at the patch of pavement in front of her. She’d been walking with her eyes down, lost in thought, but the neon pink letters had pulled her attention back to the real world.

“Brooke, come up to the third floor of the building to your right,” it said.

“That’s odd. I walk down this street every day. Is this for me or for someone with the same name?” she wondered.

She stared at the hot pink letters for a while longer. The “handwriting” didn’t look familiar, but it was painted on, so that could be it. It was probably just some local nut-job writing nonsense.

“Like I’m going to go up to the third floor of some random building, because the sidewalk told me to! No chance!” she said to herself and then continued walking.

The street seemed to buzz with whispers as she picked up her pace to get home. She had a TV dinner and a new movie to watch waiting for her. She didn’t have time for hot pink messages and third-floor surprises. She pulled the key for the outer door to her building from the mass of keys on her belt and stopped just before pushing it into the lock.

“Do something different today,” the flyer hanging on the door said in bright, bold, neon green letters.

“Do something different? It’s not like there could be too much trouble to get into in an office building. At worst, I’ll get thrown out. Or, more likely, there’s nothing to see there… but maybe I should check it out. I mean, there’s no harm in checking it out and it could be fun,” she thought to herself.

She clipped her keys back onto the metal ring on her purse, spun away from the door, and half-jogged back down the sidewalk to the message. She looked the wrong way at first, but put herself back in front of the pink letters so they were right side up, and looked at the building to the right.

It wasn’t much. An apparently empty, three-story, office building made of red bricks. Just a few feet down the sidewalk she spotted an open door and slipped inside.

A small elevator in the far wall was brightly lit in an otherwise dark lobby. She walked over to it, her legs quivering with a combination of excitement and fear, and before she could press the button, the doors slid open silently, as if they had been waiting for her. She stepped inside and pressed the button for the third floor.

As the elevator glided up the few flights, she wondered if she’d made the right decision. Her mind played over fears and fantasies of being sold into sexual servitude, of being molested for hours or days, of finding long-lost riches.

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open to reveal another set of pink letters written on the floor in front of her.

“Welcome, Brooke, we’ve been waiting,” they said.

“Well, isn’t that a warm welcome,” she said as she stepped out of the elevator and looked around. The doors closed behind her before she could turn to leave and she noticed the button to call it back had been removed.

“Hello?” she called out into the darkness surrounding her.

A series of lights turned on leading down a long hallway to her right. She wondered who was controlling the building and why they were interested in her.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” she said with a shrug and began walking down the lit hallway.

The building was remarkably quiet for being right next to a busy city street. She wondered if it had been sound proofed or just happened to have really thick walls.

“Great, Brooke, you’ve let yourself be lead into a sound proof building with some psycho who wants to do who knows what to you!” she said as she continued down the barely lit hall.

The floor creaked and groaned every few steps and the hair on the back of her neck seemed to shift with every breath. Brooke reached into her purse and pulled out a small bottle of pepper spray she kept to defend against muggers. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped it and walked further down the long hall.

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Taylor is a Human Urinal 1 (sample)

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.

***

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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Being 18 #1: Being 18 is Really Rough on April

Summary: Her father’s friends from work are coming over and even though she has plans with her boyfriend, April and her mother simply have to entertain their guests. They wouldn’t want to be rude, after all.

Of course, being a polite hostess means making yourself available to the men that visit you in any way they desire. April and her mother are used to being used.

***

April brushed her long blonde hair, braided it, rolled it into a cute little bun, and set her bangs so they’d highlight her sparkling blue eyes. Just a touch of lipstick, some no-run eyeliner and mascara, and a bit of blush finished the look.

She’d decided to wear a white sundress with pale yellow flowers that would show off her black underwear when the light hit her just right. Her slender body, taut skin, and perky little breasts were on all display in the sexy little number. Her boyfriend would absolutely love it!

She ran down the stairs, ready to head over to see her boyfriend for a quiet afternoon at his place, watching movies, eating pizza, and fooling around. However, just as her fingers touched the doorknob, her mother called out from the kitchen.

“Sweetie, don’t run off anywhere. Your father’s friends from work are coming over to visit and they’re looking forward to seeing you.”

“What? Mom, I have plans. I told you I’m going to hang out with my boyfriend this afternoon.”

“Now, look here. Your father’s friends are going out of their way to come over to visit us and it would be rude for you to be gone when they get here. I’m sure I raised a better daughter than that,” her mother chided.

“Ugh! Fine! You win, Mom. I’ll just never see my boyfriend!”

“Sweetie, I’m sure there will be time to visit Harold after your father’s friends are done with us. You just call him up and explain that you’ll be late.”

April pulled her cell phone out of her purse and dialed her boyfriend’s number. “Hey. Yeah. I love you too. Look, my dad’s friends are coming over, so- Awe, you’re so sweet. I knew you’d understand. I’ll come over right after they leave.”

The three sharp, loud knocks at the front door came at almost the exact moment April hung up her cell phone. She rolled her blue eyes and slouched on the couch while her mother went to answer the door.

Ever since she turned 18, it was extra rough on April whenever her dad’s friends came over. She wondered which of her dad’s friends and how many had come over.

“Not that it really matters, since they all treat me about the same,” she thought.

April heard her mother open the door, a bit of the normal small talk and then footsteps as the two men stepped into the house and followed Andrea, April’s Mother, into the living room.

“April, sweetie, Mr. Sanders and Mr. Jefferies are here to see us. Isn’t that a nice?” her mother asked.

“Hi, Mr. Jefferies. Mr. Sanders. Just the two of you?” April asked.

“Hoping for more attention than that?” Mr. Jefferies asked.

April figured Mr. Jefferies was in his early forties. His black hair was still pretty thick, but grey was scattered through it. He wasn’t too muscular, but he looked a bit like someone who used to play baseball would look.

Mr. Sanders, on the other hand, had a bit of a beer belly and was just barely taller than April. His bald head seemed to constantly glisten with sweat and his beady brown eyes seemed to look everywhere at once.

“Of course, she’s hoping for more attention. She’s a hot, little, horny, teen slut,” Mr. Sanders said. “Not happy to get whatever cock men decide to give her, like her milf mother.”

Mr. Sanders picked Andrea up and tossed her into a recliner. In a moment he had the thirty-six-year-old woman’s blouse and bra torn apart and her skirt rolled up to her waist, revealing her crotchless panties. Mr. Sanders pulled his thick cock from his pants and shoved it into Andrea’s dripping cunt, pulling a soft squeal of pleasure from her lips.

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Claire at the Store: Free Fuck With Every Purchase (sample)

(Free on Smashwords until December 10th, 2017)

Summary: 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?

***

The tresses of her hair fell down the length of her slender back in soft waves of bright blonde. In the morning sun, it seemed as if a thousand tiny rivers of light flowed past her petite shoulders. She wore a teal cut off t-shirt, which showed off her tight midriff and a pair of denim shorts so spartan, they barely covered her tight bubble butt. Claire looked at herself in the mirror as she spun and nodded in approval.

“That, right there, is a hot piece of ass.”

She ran her hands over her petite breasts, down past her narrow waist, and along the sides of her tight, round ass. She turned around, looked back over her shoulder at the perfect curve of her perky ass one last time, and bounced into the living room.

Her hot-pink sneakers and tall white socks completed the look and she left for her morning jog to the grocery store where she worked as a cashier.

When she’d first been hired, just a couple months after turning eighteen, she’d been a little shy about the extra services she and every other woman working at the store were required to provide to the customers. After three years of offering her mouth, cunt, or ass to every paying male customer - whether he was buying a cart full of items or a single pack of gum - and then being fucked in front of the whole store repeatedly five days a week, she’d not only grown used to it, she even enjoyed it.

The thought of forty or so cocks pounding into her every day made her constantly wet and ready to fuck. It didn’t hurt that she was the employee of the month for the last two years and that it helped with her reviews, scoring her top raises every six months.

Her jog seemed to vanish into her daydreams and anticipation of the day ahead and she found herself through the front doors of the store, into the employee locker area, and sliding her ID through the punch-clock before she knew it.

“Looking good, Claire! I bet you get bent over your counter and fucked up that ass at least ten times before lunch today,” Mr. Addams, her shift manager, said.

“Thanks! I bet I can get most of them to fuck my ass with this outfit. Not like yesterday when they all went for blowjobs,” Claire said, pouting her pink lower lip playfully.

“Can you blame them? I mean, you have a great ass. Everyone who sees that little bubble-butt of yours wants to get their cock up it, but since you’re behind a counter, most of them only see your cute, little mouth and want to face fuck you right then and there.” Mr. Addams pulled his growing cock from his pants and stroked it slowly while talking to Claire.

Claire figured he was in his late thirties or early forties. His dark hair was thinning a little in the front and greying at the temples. His face was still young though and barely had a single wrinkle. The soft, warm brown of his eyes was always inviting and reassuring, especially when he was looking her up and down.

“Do you want me to suck you off before I go down to my lane, Mr. Addams?” Claire asked, licking her lips.

“Hm? Oh, no. No. I’ve got to go down to HR in a few minutes. Another meeting with Emily. You know how she is, I’ll have to cum up her ass at least twice before the meeting even gets started.” He rolled his eyes and tucked his rock hard cock back into his pants.

“Okay. I’ll see you down on the floor later. Don’t let Emily wear you out too much!” She called back to him while heading out to the main floor.

She signed into lane eighteen and turned on her light to let customers know that she was ready to service them. While she waited, she let her fingers drift between her thighs and watched the action around her.

Two lanes over, Carol had her lips wrapped around a dick as long as her forearm and nearly as thick. Her light brown skin and black hair blurred back and forth as the young man used both hands to slam her face all the way to his crotch, burying his massive cock into her bulging throat, and then pulling her nearly completely free again, only to have her back down the length of his cock again in a flash.

At the Service Desk, Janette was apologizing to a customer that was double charged for a box of cereal. While he slammed into her cunt, making her large tits shake with every thrust and knocking loose the tight bun her red hair had been in loose, she explained that he would receive a refund and would be allowed to take any girl at the service desk home, at the end of her shift, for the night to make up for the trouble.

“Excuse me, Miss? Are you open?” a young man holding a candy bar at the end of her lane asked.

“Yes, sir! Open all day! Let me ring that up for you. Did you find everything you were looking for?”

“Umm.. ye- Yeah. I, uh, found… found everything.” He was blushing the entire time he spoke to her.

“That’s great. That’ll be $0.89 for the candy bar.”

He handed her a dollar, wet with the sweat of his palms, and she handed back his change.

“Thank you for your purchase. Now, would you like to fuck my mouth, cunt, or maybe my ass?” She brushed her fingers past her lips, pressed them into her cunt, and then turned around to let him see her perky bubble-butt.

He leaned forward slightly while looking at her firm, round ass and licked his lips. “I… I uh think I’ll go with your ass.”

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Lindsay's Annual Anal Review (sample)

Summary: Lindsay’s a hot, tiny waisted, bubble butted, young woman. She has been regularly ass-fucked by every one of her boyfriends, though she’s not sure why they love fucking her ass so much. She’s also always reviewed on her ability to take an anal fucking by her boss, Mr. Field, during every annual review. It’s that time of year again and Lindsay will have to take a cock as thick as a twenty-ounce bottle of pop up her ass to complete her corporate review. Will her poor little back door survive the assault yet another year? 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.

***

Lindsay had a tiny waist, perky little tits, and a round bubble butt that sometimes seemed to be the only thing men saw when they looked at her. Her dark brown hair had light brown highlights and was only long enough to meet her slender shoulders.

Her boyfriend, Tom, was a little shy of six feet tall, had broad shoulders, a slender, but powerful frame, and blond hair just long enough to look like bed-head no matter what he did with it.

He’d suggested that they take showers together every morning, to save water, but since he spent the whole time with his cock up her ass, every time, she wondered how much water they were really saving. Her boyfriend almost never fucked her anywhere other than her asshole. In fact, almost every single one of her ex-boyfriends had insisted on fucking her ass almost daily.

So, like most mornings, Lindsay’s somehow still tight asshole was stretched around her boyfriend’s thick cock yet again. It had been almost every night and every morning since he’d moved in. She wondered if he’d ever get tired of fucking her ass.

“Do you think I’ll always be getting my ass fucked by my boyfriends?” she asked.

“With an ass like this, you’ll be getting ass fucked most of your life!” her boyfriend told her while cramming his cock in her ass.

“Really?” Lindsay asked.

“Ab-so-fu-cking-lute-ly,” he said, thrusting as hard as he could with each syllable.

“I’m really good at sucking cock too, though.”

“I know. There’s nothing better after fucking your hot little ass than pounding my cock down that throat of yours.”

She wondered if reminding him of her cock sucking skills had been a good idea. Now, he’d probably want her to go ass to mouth, which, despite doing it almost every week for every boyfriend she’d ever had, she still hadn’t managed to get completely used to doing.

She felt his pace quicken and she knew he’d be climaxing soon. He pulled free just before, spun her around, pressed her to her knees, and shoved his cock between her pouty lips. The taste of her own ass filled her mouth, but she sucked his cock down her throat and moaned like she enjoyed it.

A couple of seconds later, he grabbed hold of her wet locks, shoved his cock as deep down her throat as he could, and groaned as his twitching member shot loads of thick cum splashing against her tonsils. After he’d finished, he let go of her hair but kept one hand on the top of her head.

“You should just keep sucking on it, gently, while I finish washing my hair,” he said.

Lindsay kept sucking on her boyfriend’s softening cock while he washed and conditioned his hair. The rivulets of water washing down his body found their way into her mouth where the taste of the soap mingled with the flavor of his cock and the fading taste of her own ass.

“That’s my good little slut. You’re fucking built for fucking! You know, there’s something I’ve been wanting to try. Since you’re already kneeling down there,” he said.

He pulled his half-hard cock from her sucking mouth and aimed it towards her pouty lips. She loved being eye level with his cock. She wasn’t sure why it made her hornier than anything else, but she knew it did.

“Open your mouth and keep it open.”

She did as she was told and wondered if he was going to jack off into her open mouth. She didn’t think he’d be ready again so soon after cumming. It was a little unusual for him to be ready again so soon, but it had happened a few times.

Before she knew what was happening, a jet of pale yellow water shot out from the end of his cock and landed in her open mouth, mingling with the water from the shower. It took her a moment, her mouth wide open and her eyes wide, to realize that he’d started pissing into her open mouth. She started to turn away, but he grabbed hold of the back of her neck with one hand. With the other, he continued to aim his cock at her face but stopped pissing.

“Keep your mouth open. I’m not done,” he said and then let go of her neck.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could again and tilted her head back to look up at his semi-hard cock. He released the stream of acrid urine, filling her mouth completely and then overflowing passed her stretched red lips. His piss coursed down her body, hot across her nipples, down between her legs and finally across the bathtub floor to the drain. She knew it was only a few seconds, but it seemed to take hours for him to stop pissing into her open mouth.

“Now, swallow what’s left in your mouth,” he said.

She hesitated, but then closed her full red lips and swallowed the bitter water with one large gulp. After a series of sputtering coughs, as if she’d just had her first shot of liquor, she looked back up into her boyfriend’s eyes. The joy she could see played out in his smile made it all worth it. She knew she’d done the right thing.

“Do- do you want to make that a regular thing we do?” she asked.

“I’m not sure yet. It was fun. The way your little nose wrinkled up when my piss hit your tongue was way too cute. I’ll probably use you as a urinal every so often at the very least,” he said.

“Oh, okay. If it’ll make you happy,” she said.

“Thanks, for being such a hot little slut. I’m all cleaned up. See you after work,” he said as he stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and walked out of the bathroom.

“Why do I let him do whatever he wants with me,” Lindsay asked herself.

She washed her body again until the scent of his piss was completely gone. Then washed and conditioned her own hair. Despite her sore ass and the mingling aftertaste of his cock and his piss in her mouth, which she couldn’t seem to brush away, her morning was off to a good start. She wasn’t late, at least, and her boss wouldn’t take it out of her ass. Which, given the way the laws concerning the workplace had changed, he could do by fucking her ass.

“Well, I am made for fucking. And I guess, if I were a guy, I’d want to cram my cock up an ass like this,” she said while running her hands over the tight denim of her jeans.

“I don’t know about drinking his piss, but it seems to make him happy. It’s not like I haven’t done it before. My boss has had me serve as a urinal during more than a few meetings so he wouldn’t have to stop just to go to the restroom.”

Lindsay finished her breakfast and started her bike ride to work. It was a five-mile trip each way and it kept her in shape. The extra time would give her a chance to calm down. She had been dreading Monday all weekend.

It was time for her annual review and Lindsay wasn’t particularly looking forward to it. Every year, she spent two hours bent over his desk, with his massive cock crammed into her tiny asshole. She didn’t really understand why annual reviews had been changed to include a review of sexual prowess, but it had been a nation-wide change. No matter where she went to work, she’d have a cock up her ass at least once a year.

Theoretically, he could review her oral skills or even how well she could flex the kegel muscles in her cunt, but there wasn’t much chance of that.

To make matters worse for her poor ass, her boss had a cock about as thick as a twenty-ounce pop bottle, with almost none of the tapering, and about three inches in extra length. Last year, it took a little over three weeks before her asshole stopped aching.

“Maybe he’ll be worn out from reviewing the other girls this year. Mine is one of the last reviews scheduled today,” she thought to herself.

“Nice ass!” a random voice called out from a red car as it drove by.

She wondered what was so fantastic about her ass. It stuck out pretty far but wasn’t too wide, what a lot of people called a bubble-butt. Her waist always looked even smaller, since her ass added extra curves, but her waist was tight and trim anyway. She figured guys just liked that there was so much of it, but that it was still firm. One of her ex-boyfriends had loved bouncing quarters off her ass after they’d fucked.

She made a right into the parking lot of DynGlobe Electronics. After she dismounted, she locked her bike to the bike rack, making sure to run the chain through both tires. She’d come out to find a tire missing on more than one occasion before she bought the extra-long chain to lock up her bike, tires and all.

Lindsay went to her kiosk and prepared for a long day of answering stupid questions from idiot customers. Throughout the day each of the women went up to Mr. Field’s office and came back looking haggard, used, and sore. Each one had been tested for whatever Mr. Field decided was their specialty or sometimes an area they needed to work on.

Cathy had the biggest, thickest, silkiest lips in the entire store. She was a bit thicker than everyone else, but still had a solidly hourglass figure. When she came back from her review, the skin around her mouth was bright red, her lipstick smeared, her blue mascara running down her face, and one of her false eyelashes missing. Her jet-black hair had come loose from the tight bun she kept it in and had a few white globs clinging to it.

“Blowjob?” Lindsay asked.

“Deep throating. Had me bent over his desk backward the whole time. My back is killing me,” Cathy said in a raspy voice and then staggered to the bathroom to fix her makeup and clothes.

Adelaide’s review didn’t take long and she was the least ragged looking, but she kept opening and closing her mouth, bought three packs of gum, and crammed most of one pack into her mouth while paying. She had close-cropped light-brown hair, a razor thin nose that was just a little too long, bright blue eyes, and tiny, yet perky, breasts.

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Syndee's First Annual Oral Review (sample)

(Free until December 10th, 2017)

Summary: 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.

***

Syndee brushed a stray lock of her long blond hair back and pushed her ponytail holder a little higher up as she walked up the stairs to Mr. Field’s office.

She stopped just outside the door for a moment and took a few deep breaths, then opened the door to his office just wide enough to poke her head in.

Her boss was perched on the edge of his desk, nude from head to toe. Every tiny movement seemed to set off a ripple of his toned muscles. She found herself staring at his partially hard and already massive cock while she spoke to him.

“Um. Hi, Mr. Field. Lindsay said… said you wanted to see me for my review.”

“Ah, Syndee! Come in and leave your clothes there by the door. I understand you’ve never had a work review before?” he asked.

“Yes, sir- I mean… no, I haven’t… this is my first time.”

Syndee stepped into the office gingerly and began taking off her clothes. She left her pants, shirt, bra and socks in a tiny pile on the small table near the door. She started to pull down her sheer pink panties, but Mr. Field looked up from his paperwork and interrupted her.

“You can leave those on. I’ll be reviewing your oral skills today.”

The petite blonde stood at eye level with Mr. Field’s broad and powerful chest. Her tiny, goosebump covered, perky breasts barely moved as she walked towards her boss.

Syndee was only vaguely aware of what her boss was saying while he went over the normal parts of her review. He was impressed that she always showed up on time, her sales numbers were great, and her co-workers all thought she was a fun person to work with. She nodded her head while staring at his cock, which was easily twice the size of her boyfriend’s, and was still only half-hard. She wondered how much of it she’d be able to handle.

“Well, it looks like you’re fitting in just fine here at DynGlobe Electronics. And the way you’ve been staring at my cock, I think you’re ready for the Female Employee Sexual Standards portion of the review.”

Mr. Field chuckled at the bright red blush that rose to Syndee’s cheeks.

“I… I… I’m sorry, sir. I just-”

“Don’t worry about it. It shows a lot of initiative on your part. You know that you should be paying attention to a man’s cock,” he said and flashed a charming smile down at her.

“Thank- Thank you, sir. I’m just a little nervous. Um, so… should- should I start?” Syndee asked.

“Just a moment,” Mr. Field said.

The tall, muscular man stroked his cock with one hand and tilted his head back a little. Syndee was entranced as she watched the rod grow thicker and longer until the very head was nearly at her lips even though he hadn’t stood up from his desk. She glanced into her own eyes in the wall of mirrors behind his desk and realized how excited she looked. Then she noticed an unusual and earthy scent.

“It smells a little funny,” she said without thinking.

“It should. I’ve just had it buried in Lindsay’s ass,” he said.

Syndee wrinkled her tiny nose and furrowed her eyebrows. “Should- should I clean it off?” she asked.

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

He grabbed hold of her ponytail with one hand, held his thick cock in the other, and stood up from this desk.

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The Coffee Shop: Free Anal With Every Purchase (sample)

Summary: It’s a world where businesses regularly sell the sexual services of their workers to make extra profit, 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? Willow and Sunny take cocks up the ass while serving coffee and trying to pay the rent.

***

Willow had taken the job at the coffee shop just off campus to make ends meet and to keep her student loans as low as possible. She was a little over five feet tall, with a small waist, perky breasts, and a perfectly round ass. She kept her dark hair cut short, which accentuated her long neck and slender shoulders. She was twenty-five, but could easily pass for much younger.

A tall man in a blue tracksuit walked in from the street. His light-brown hair was about shoulder length and pulled back into a curly ponytail.

“I’ll take a cup of the house blend,” the man said.

“Is that everything?” she asked. She hoped he wouldn’t notice the sign behind her.

“Is that sign for real?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, we’re running a special promotion this week,” she said.

“Really? Free?”

“With any other purchase, yes, you have the option to-”

“Hell yeah!” he said and slapped the money for the coffee down on the table. “Keep the change.”

“So, you’d like the special offer as well, sir?” she asked and bit her lower lip.

“You can bet your ass I do. Can I get my coffee after, so it won’t be cold?”

“Sure, I guess,” Willow said.

She walked around to the end of the counter and into the main section of the shop. She bent over a padded table, flipped her skirt up, reached into the pocket of her apron, and pulled out a nearly empty bottle of lube. She pressed the side of the plastic bottle and squeezed what was left onto the fingertips of her left hand, then worked the lube onto and into her asshole. Before the week of having customers pound her ass, she’d only managed to get one finger a little bit into her tiny asshole, but now she could easily fit three.

The customer was behind her and pressing his cock into her well-fucked asshole almost before she had her fingers clear. He took a moment to work the head of his large cock in, but then plunged the entire length up her tender ass as fast as he could. His cock pistoned in and out of her asshole, the weight of his thrusts driving her thighs so deep into the padded table that she could already feel the bruises she’d have the next day.

The sharp scent of coffee embedded in the coffee shop walls and furniture after years of spilled drinks, cut a path into her mind and kept her solidly in the moment. Despite the pain of the cock pounding into her asshole, she couldn’t help but think about the essay she still needed to write for her History class.

“Man, I can’t believe the shop is offering your ass for free with every purchase this week,” the customer ramming his thick cock into her over-fucked asshole said.

“Ooph! Me either,” she said.

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Honor Student Avena 2: The Coffee Date (sample)

Summary: Avena is an honor student, but not just any honor student, she’s the President of the Honor Society of her college. She was recently chosen by her first-period instructor, Mr. Cadwell, to be ass fucked in front of the entire class, which had its downsides, but did score her a coffee date with her crush, Cole. Will she actually get to drink the coffee? (Not directly a part of the Kinky College series, but in the same vein.)

***

Avena Johanne looked at herself in the mirror. Her shoulder length red hair was teased into soft curls that framed her face and accentuated her round cheeks and her green eyes behind her thick-rimmed glasses. She’d picked out a slinky blue dress that hugged her curves with a deep neckline that showed off her ample cleavage.

“Well, I am absolute proof that an honor student can be a sexy beast! Rawr,” she said to her reflection while scratching at the air like a cat.

Her crush, Cole, had called her the night after she’d been assfucked by her instructor in front of the entire class. He’d gone on forever about how impressed he was with what he’d seen.

He’d said, “I’ve never seen such a perfect ass and the cute way you bit your lip almost the entire time - You were absolutely amazing!”

He eventually asked if she wanted to have coffee together that weekend. At first, even though she’d been crushing on him the entire semester, she’d hesitated. She wasn’t sure she wanted to go on a date with him if he only wanted to because he’d seen her get her ass fucked.

However, the more she thought about it, the more comfortable she was with the idea. After all, they’d been flirting all semester and she’d caught him checking out her ass several times. It really wasn’t that different.

A knock at the door jarred her out of her memories and brought her back to the moment. She checked her outfit one last time, seemed to float to the door, and opened it while striking what she hoped was a cute and sexy pose with one hand on her hip.

“Wow! You look absolutely, fucking awesome!” Cole said while running his eyes up and down the curves of her body.

“Thanks,” Avena said and then looked down to his hands. He was holding two cardboard cups of coffee from a local coffee shop. “Oh, you… uh… you brought coffee here.”

“Yeah. I got to thinking, that maybe we could just stay in and really get to know each other. You know, rather than feel inhibited by going to a coffee shop.”

Avena felt her heart sink a little, she’d spent the afternoon getting dressed up to go out. She bit her lower lip and thought for a moment while getting lost in Cole’s deep blue eyes. His smile made the decision easy.

“Actually, that sounds like a great idea,” she said. “Come in. We’ll have our own little world to us here.”

“Rock! We’re going to have a blast,” Cole said as he stepped inside.

She led him to the living room of her small apartment, motioned for him to set the cups on the coffee table and patted the cushion next to her.

He sat down with a thump that shook the couch a little, wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders, and pulled her close. The heat of her face blushing made her feel as if she might burst into flames and she wondered if he could hear her heart racing out of control.

“Oh, the coffee. Is… is there sugar in it? I like mine sweet.”

“Actually, I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I just got it black.”

“That’s okay. I have sugar and milk in the kitchen.”

She hopped off the couch, grabbed the steaming hot coffee cups, and made her way to the kitchen. Cole followed close behind, but far enough back that he could enjoy the sway of her perky ass under the sheer fabric of her dress.

He leaned against the counter while she pulled the sugar container from a cupboard and the milk from the fridge. His eyes followed her everywhere she went. Avena could feel her entire body vibrating with the intensity of his obvious desire.

She stood next to him, facing the counter, and scooping sugar onto a spoon. In a swift movement, he was behind her, one hand caressing her soft round ass, the other circling and gently gripping one of her pert breasts.

A soft moan escaped her slender throat. The stroking of his left hand ignited the nerves of her tender asshole, still throbbing slightly from the anal pounding her instructor, Mr. Cadwell, had given her earlier that week. The touch of Cole’s lips, so much softer than she expected, on the back of her neck, sent a cool shiver down her spine.

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Honor Student Avena Gets Her Ass Fucked in Front of the Class (sample)

Summary: Avena is an honor student, but not just any honor student, she’s the President of the Honor Society of her college. However, she quickly learns that this won’t save her from getting her tight asshole pounded in front of her entire first-period class. The college has instituted some new measures to keep the faculty happy and healthy - measures which include allowing the faculty to fuck any students they choose, in any way they choose while running their classes.

***

Avena sat down in her usual seat, front and center, ready for her first-period college class. Her shoulder length red hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and her large, black plastic framed, glasses surrounded her sharp green eyes perfectly. She smoothed out her mid-length, black skirt and checked the buttons on her light blue blouse, to make sure none had come loose.

When she was sure about her clothing, she pulled out her textbook, notebook, pencil, pen, and video camera. She had started off with an audio recorder, but she decided that the camera was a better option, since it let her go over visuals drawn on the whiteboard if she needed. She was a model student, at the top of her game, and eager to learn.

Mr. Cadwell marched into the classroom just a moment later. He was dressed in his usual khaki pants, light blue shirt, striped tie, and thick rectangular glasses. He was in his early fifties, but straight as a road sign and moved like an old panther. He might look like a nerd to the students in the back of the classroom, but Avena and the others who sat up front could see his wiry muscles flex under his shirt with every move he made. He stopped behind his podium, cleared his throat, and pointed at the notice that had been on the board for a week.

“On the days you are chosen, you’ll get full credit for any in-class assignments without having to participate in them. After all, it would be a bit much to expect you to fill in those little bubbles on a pop quiz with a cock in your bubble butt,” Mr. Cadwell said at the beginning of class.

The entire class chuckled at the idea of a girl filling out the bubbles of a scantron sheet while bent over and being fucked in the ass by Mr. Cadwell.

Avena had heard that the college was instituting a new system of sexual perks for the faculty, which would leverage the existing assets of the student body. She figured the faculty would stick to the airheaded, blonde, bimbo sluts who came to class in midriff shirts and would fail the classes anyway unless they got a few good grades for taking some cock up their otherwise worthless asses.

“At least the sluts will get plenty of practice. If they’re chosen often enough, they might even graduate and get a job in an office someplace, getting ass-fucked by their bosses every day,” Avena thought to herself while clicking her pen open and closed repeatedly.

“Miss Johanne, if you could step to the front of the class and bend over the desk, please,” Mr. Cadwell said while unzipping his pants.

Avena blinked and shook her head. She could have sworn he just called her name. She looked around, wondering who else had the same last name as her.

“Avena, today. I need to get this lecture started,” he said.

“Me?” she asked.

“Yes, you. Now hurry up!”

Avena stood up, moved to the front of the classroom and slowly bent over the desk. She felt Mr. Cadwell walk up behind her and put one hand on her back. His other hand flipped her skirt up over her waist and then pulled her pink panties down to her knees.

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Holiday Special: Thanksgiving (sample)

Summary: 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!
***
Joe tried not to fidget while he sat on the couch. He’d been dating Katie for about two years and she’d finally invited him to spend a holiday with her family. It would be just him, her two younger sisters, and her mother. He smoothed out his shirt and looked around at the cozy living room. A small flat screen TV hung from the wall, with a tiny faux-wood shelf under it which held a DVD player and a few DVDs. From the kitchen, he heard the sounds of the four women cooking, talking, and laughing.

“Hey, you doing alright out here?” Stephanie asked, poking her head out from the kitchen and smiling at him.

Stephanie was Katie’s older sister, just a couple years older than Katie. Joe could see how they could be mistaken for twins from a little bit of a distance.

“Ye-Yeah. I’m fine,” he said and wondered if his smile looked as wiggly as it felt.

She brushed back a lock of her auburn hair, the same shade as his girlfriend’s, and pouted a little. “You don’t look okay. You just need to relax, that’s all!”

“Ah, no… I’m fine. Really. I just get a little nervous in new places. You know? Here I am, meeting Katie’s family, hoping I make a good impression, trying not to knock anything off the coffee table,” he said, reaching up and pushing the sweat on his brow back into his hair.

Stephanie sauntered over to him and knelt between the couch and the coffee table. He leaned forward a little and looked into her eyes, his attention momentarily straying to the tongue licking her lips, then to her soft, round breasts, the pale skin of her cleavage glistening with a little sweat from the heat in the kitchen.

She reached up, one hand on his belt and the other on his zipper, and smiled at the shape of his cock growing harder and larger in his pants.

“Like I said, you just need to relax,” she said, pulling his zipper down and reaching in to pull his stiff, thick cock free. “I know just the thing that’ll help you loosen up.”

She smiled, dipped her head, and he felt the first rush of her tongue flick the tip of his cock, then twirl around the head, before she slid her lips over it and lowered her head until his entire cock disappeared down her throat.

He leaned his head back on the couch and placed on hand on top of her head, stroking her thick hair and letting the sensations of her tongue under his cock, her throat pulsating around it, and her gentle moans move through him.

He looked over to the kitchen door and saw his girlfriend, Katie, leaning against the frame with one hand over her heart and smiling at them.

“I was wondering if you guys were going to get along, but it looks like Steph loves you to pieces,” she said, then turned and went back into the kitchen.

Stephanie pulled her mouth from his cock, a thin trail of saliva still connecting his cock to her lower lip, then dove down and began lapping at his balls. Joe gripped the couch cushion with one hand and a handful of Stephanie’s hair with the other, drawing out a deep moan from her.

He pulled her face back up the length of his cock and she dragged her tongue along the underside the entire way. When she reached the tip, she flicked her tongue under the head of his cock, then let him shove her down. She gagged and struggled a little, but soon adjusted to the thrusts of his cock and the pull of his hands, guiding her to deep throat him as rough and fast as possible.

A petite blonde bounced out into the living room, dressed in little more than a sports bra and a pair of pink underwear. Her hair was cropped short, which made her look like a forest nymph.

“H- Hi Samantha,” he managed to say as she hopped on the couch next to him.

She leaned in close, pressed one hand against his chest, and the other on his neck, drawing him towards her. Soon, her hot, little mouth was nibbling, sucking, and licking at his outstretched neck. She unbuttoned his shirt and let her fingers trace patterns on his chest and twirl the little bit of hair he had there.

He brought his free hand up, wrapped his arm around the blonde nymphette’s body and pulled her close. Her petite breasts pressed into his side sending a shiver up his spine. His other hand gripped a handful of Stephanie’s thick hair even tighter and began rapidly moving her up and down his cock, driving the tip deep into her throat with each stroke by thrusting his hips towards her lips while bringing her head down on his cock.

He pressed his lips to Samantha’s, breathing in her fresh, clean scent through his nose, and pushed Stephanie’s head all the way down on his cock one last time. As his dick twitched and jerked in her throat, he moaned into Samantha’s mouth and relished the shuddering of Stephanie’s breasts against his shins.

His grip on her hair relaxed and Stephanie pulled back, gasping for air for a moment, before smiling up at him. He let Samantha resume her exploration of his neck and chest and stroked the top of Stephanie’s head.

“You’re looking more relaxed already,” Stephanie said while pushing herself back up off the floor. “I’ll go check to see how dinner is coming along. You two just keep having fun!”

He watched her round, tight ass bounce off into the kitchen and let his mind drift over thoughts of her body for a few moments before turning his attention to Samantha.

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Holiday Special: The Christmas Slut (sample)

Summary: Tiffany loves the holiday season and dresses like an elf, just for the fun of it. Sure, it means answering questions from people who think she’s working at the stores, but it’s great just to help people out and make their days better!

While she’s out shopping, she gets asked to fill in for an elf that called in sick. However, it turns out it’s for a holiday-themed “stress relief” service.

Giving the gift of her body, time, and sexual prowess to people who need it? What could possibly be a better way to spread a little holiday spirit?
***
Tiffany loved the holiday season. Fake trees in every store, bright reds and greens everywhere, candy canes, and mall Santas everywhere she looked. For her, it was a magical time full of sweetness and warmth, even in the bitter snow.

She smoothed out her elf costume, setting a few of the bells jingling, and walked out into the cold, winter air of the busy city. Carols played out of storefronts on tinny, word out speakers and shoppers moved in small crowds of blank-eyed consumer glut.

“I just wish there was a way I could make the season happier for even one of these people,” she said to herself.

She’d been out shopping that day too and a lot of people had asked her for advice and directions in all the stores she’d been in. She wore an elf costume, a reindeer costume, and a Santa Claus outfit at least once every year, just for the fun of it.

“Sure, people get a little confused and think I’m a worker at the stores, but then I get to help them and spread a little joy,” she’d told her friends on more than one occasion.

“Miss! Whatever the other store is paying you, I’ll double it!” she heard a voice shout from across the street.

She looked around and spotted an older, balding man in a wrinkled suit waving from an open door leading into a store she’d never noticed before. She pointed at herself after looking around to see if there was anyone else he could be talking to.

“Yes! You, in the elf costume. Our elf called in sick and we need one right now,” he said.

Tiffany crossed the street as soon as traffic cleared. She’d been on her way to finish a little last-minute shopping, but helping out someone who needed an elf, when she just happened to be walking by in an elf suit?

“That seems like fate to me,” she thought.

“You need an elf?” she asked.

“Yeah. You’re just about perfect. How old are you?” he asked, as his eyes wandered up and down her body, drinking in her long, slender legs in striped leggings, her narrow waist, and gentle, but provocative curves.

“I’m twenty-two,” she said, brushing back a lock of her black hair. “Why?”

“Oh, you know. Contracts and all that. Need to be sure you’re over eighteen,” he muttered. “My names, Rick Mulhoon, nice to meet you, uh?”

“Tiffany. Tiffany Spencer,” she said, reaching out and shaking his hand.

“Okay, Miss Spencer, if you just follow me, we can have you sign a few papers and you’ll be our elf for the day,” he said, leading her into the small, cramped store.

“So… Uh… What kind of work does an elf do?” she asked.

“Well, you know how a lot of people are really stressed out while shopping and just in general during the holidays?” he asked and she nodded. “Well, we provide a service that helps them relax and we do it with a holiday theme.”

She’d heard of those kinds of services. Places where Christmas shoppers got to have sex with holiday mascots.

“I… I don’t know if…” she stuttered for a moment.

“Ah. I see. Well, if you’re not comfortable with it… I guess there will just be a lot of holiday shoppers let down today. Nothing to be done for it,” he said, running a hand over his bald head.

“Well, I didn’t say I wouldn’t I just… How… how many people will be upset?” she asked.

He flipped through a few papers on his desk. “There are ten men and a woman who were hoping for an elf to bring them a little holiday joy today. But if you’re not comfortable…”

She looked down at the desk for a moment, her well-groomed eyebrows pushed together. “No. I’ll do it! It’s the season to make other people happy!”

“Perfect! I knew you were the elf for the job as soon as I saw you! Just sign this contract and we’ll get you set up in your workspace,” he said.

His smile was a little crooked and his face a little pasty, but she could tell that she’d already made his day better.

“Just think about it! I’ll make eleven more people happy today!” she thought as she signed the contract.

After adding her signature to a few pages of the contract, Mr. Mulhoon led her down a hallway with several doors leading off of it. She heard moans, squeals, and sighs from each. As a man was leaving one, tucking his shirt into his trousers, she peeked in and saw a busty redhead dressed in the top half of a reindeer outfit. The woman was panting, her face covered in cum, and a large, purple dildo sticking halfway out of her red fur-lined pussy.

“Did you see the smile on that guy’s face?” she asked.

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Holiday Special: The Christmas Slut - Nearing completion

I’ve got most of Holiday Special: The Christmas Slut done :)

Tiffany loves the holiday season and dresses like an elf, just for the fun of it. While she’s out shopping, she gets asked to fill in for an elf that called in sick. However, ti turns out it’s for a holiday-themed “stress relief” service.

Giving the gift of her body, time, and sexual prowess to people who need it? What could possibly be a better way to spread a little holiday spirit?

Look forward to it! Coming soon!

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