Lisa wakes in a dirty, dank, abandoned warehouse completely naked, next to a naked man, and surrounded by clothes, some of which must have belonged to another woman.
She can’t remember anything from the night before, but there’s a familiar taste in her mouth.
She steps out into the dim sunlight, her skin aching, her eyes burning. She thinks it’s just a hangover until she sees her reflection, until she drags a man into a deserted alley!
Has she really become one of the undead? Will she have to survive by drinking- Wait? What is it she has to swallow now that she’s a vampire? Really?
It’s a wild ride, becoming one of the children of the dark and Lisa is finding out just how wild it is.
Anna had bounced from one job to another since her teens, but when she finally landed a job as a service slut at a hotel, the twenty-one year old knew what she’d be doing for the rest of her fuckable life.
There was a list of “specials” each girl was expected to read to the man fucking her that night, but really, it was all free and part of the hotel’s complimentary services. It just made it feel more special to the men when they got a girl to go ass-to-mouth, swallow cum, or even lick a toilet while being fucked in the ass.
“Finally! A job that lets me use all my talents!” she’d told her best friend. “You should totally apply!”
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The first stories in each of these series is set up with Smashword’s “reader sets the price” option. Start your journey into any of these fictional worlds and test the waters for yourself. :)
A hot little brunette slut wants some dick so bad that she’s willing to take it, even if it has to be in a public men’s bathroom. He was hoping to reconcile, but she can’t keep her hands off his zipper!
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.
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 it hard and fast while serving coffee and trying to pay the rent.
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.
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 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. Will she be able to take it? Her contract says she better.
“Hi, I’m Maya, your next door neighbor. Look, I try not to make a big deal about it, but I’m one of The Elite. So, I’ll be over to use your cock whenever I feel like it, probably have you kiss my ass and eat my pussy, things like that,” she said.
“Yeah. No. I understand. The… uh… The Elite are super important and of course I’ll do whatever I can to help with whatever you decide,” he said.
“Cool. Well, I’ve got to get back to my boyfriend. Stay in tonight, because I’m bringing him over here for a threesome.”
“Yes, Ma'am!”
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Sometimes, you just need to sit back, drink a beer, and watch some random woman you picked up at the convenience store struggle and moan as she cums for the tenth time while strung up in the middle of your living room with a vibrator in her ass and a giant vibrator on her clit.
Shannon was just glad you picked her instead of one of the other sluts. Way better than Netflix with her roommates was going to be.
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Summary: Serena, that hot, little, brunette slut is back again with her beloved Master. He’s decided to punish her, but why?
Does she deserve to be punished? Has she earned it? What will her Master do to her while she’s tied up over a table?
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Serena was tied to a table, face down, a blindfold over her eyes, her legs dangling off the edge with just the tips of her toes touching the floor. It was one of the many games Master had introduced her to and she loved it just as much as she loved him. She loved the edge of the table digging into her hips, the ache in her legs as she strained to keep her toes on the floor, and the tortuous waiting he made her endure. The pain he doled out to her was always in perfect measure, even if the moment made her believe it was too much.
Her black hair was tied into a tight bun at the back of her head which she could still turn a little to the left and right to point her ears at the creaks and moans of the house settling with the cooling of night.
He had become her god, the center of her days, the focus of her life. She wasn’t completely sure why or even exactly when, but she knew it was the truth.
“Are you ready for your freedom, pet?”
She could hear his voice. She knew he was behind her in the room someplace, but she wasn’t sure where. Even with the dim lights he’d have turned on, her world was complete darkness behind the blindfold.
“If you want to be free from your bonds, all you have to do is ask for your punishment,” he says.
His voice used to be less sure, a few years before when she’d first brought him home from the coffee shop. As time went by, he took the role she needed him to take and became her Dear Master.
“I… I don’t know if I can stand the punishment, Sir. But… but I’d like to be free, please. I’ll worship you, Sir! Please let me out,” she begged.
It was true. She would worship him. She already did. However, she didn’t really want to escape her punishment. They’d played the game many times and she knew her role just as well as he did.
“Such a cheeky little slut. Do you think you deserve to be allowed to worship me if you’re not willing to get your punishment first?” he asked.
“I… I worship you, Sir. Even if I’m not worthy. Even if I’m disobedient sometimes. I worship you, Master!”
“Charming words are nice, pet. However, you need to show me how well you worship, with your obedience. Obedience and enthusiasm, even for the punishments you receive.”
She struggled against the ropes for a moment, making sure her back arched and her firm, petite ass wiggled in just the way she knew he loved. She moaned, deep and throaty, then let out a whimper that was somehow both cute and sultry all at once.
“But you haven’t even told me what I did wrong, why I need to be punished,” she complained.
The complaints, the struggle, the begging to evade her punishment. It was all part of the game. With every word, the warmth and itch between her legs grew and she knew he was growing harder as well.
“You need to be punished simply because I desire to punish you. There doesn’t need to be any other reason, does there?” he asked.
“But, shouldn’t you punish me when I disappoint you or do something I shouldn’t?” she asked.
“Oh, sweet, little, innocent pet. Of course, I’ll punish you to teach you lessons. However, I will also punish you for the sole purpose of pleasing myself. Do you understand?”
She felt his hand, hot, a little dry, and rough slide up her bare back, then pull away just as it reached her neck, the tips of his fingernails leaving traces behind last.
“I…” she pretended to struggle against the ropes again, lifting her ass in the air, “I understand, Sir. My body, my everything, exists for you to use, to enjoy, and to punish as you see fit. I’m sorry for being disobedient, Sir.”
“If you are truly sorry, then how should you show it?” he asked, placing a hand over her ass and slowly rubbing circles, letting his fingertips occasionally graze her shaven pussy. Each light brush made her squirm and wiggle, in hopes that his hands would linger there.
“I… I should… I should ask- No! I should beg for my punishment!”
“That’s right. Little fucktoys like you beg for their punishment, don’t they?”
“Are you sure? I’m not going to go easy on you,” he said, lifting his hand from her wiggling ass and bringing it down just enough to sting, enough to make her chilled, pale cheeks turn pink and warm.
“I’m… scared, Sir, but I’m sure. I’m sure that there’s nothing I want or deserve more than to be punished by you, if that’s what you want, Master.”
“I can tell. Look at you tremble, you terrified, little thing,” he said. Then she felt his breath on her ear.
“I love it,” he whispered.
Serena smiled, despite trying to keep up the act of the timid and obedient fucktoy.
“Thank you, Master. I live to please you,” she said.
“Hi, I’m Mariah, your new roommate. We’ll be living in the same apartment for at least the next year, so I want to be really familiar with your cock. You know? Really get to know how you like to shove it into me, which hole you like best, how often you need to cum each day- All that stuff!”
“I think you might be the best roommate I’ve ever had,” he said, watching her lower her head and start sucking his cock. “For starters, I’d love a nice deepthroat before I fuck your ass. Get it nice and sloppy, because that’s the only lube your getting.”
She moaned around his cock and slid her lips down the length until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She was pretty sure she’d found the perfect roommate as well.
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Here are the still fairly rough first few paragraphs:
Serena was tied to a table, face down, a blindfold over her eyes, her legs dangling off the edge and just the tips of her toes touching the floor. It was one of the many games Master had introduced her to and she loved it just as much as she loved him. She loved the edge of the table digging into her hips, the ache in her legs as she strained to keep her toes on the floor, and the tortuous waiting he made her endure. The pain he doled out to her was always in perfect measure, even if the moment made her believe it was too much.
Her black hair was tied into a tight bun at the back of her head which she could still turn a little to the left and right to point her ears at the creaks and moans of the house settling with the cooling of night.
He had become her god, the center of her days, the focus of her life. She wasn’t completely sure why or even exactly when, but she knew it was the truth.
“Are you ready for your freedom, pet?”
She could hear his voice. She knew he was behind her in the room someplace, but she wasn’t sure where. Even with the dim lights he’d have turned on, her world was complete darkness behind the blindfold.
“If you want to be free from your bonds, all you have to do is ask for your punishment,” he says.
Carrie’s job was pretty simple. Except for the third Sunday of every month, she made her body available for all the eighteen and nineteen-year-olds in her section of the neighborhood.
In exchange for the nearly constant fucking, especially of her ass, she was provided with an apartment, food, and a monthly stipend to spend as she wished.
Of course, she spent most of that on lube, but it was still a decent job and she wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Rachel’s mind flickered in and out with the rhythm of the cock driving into her tortured asshole. As soon as her roommate read the lease and noticed the Open Holes policy, he’d ripped apart her pants and underwear, spat on her quivering asshole, and shoved his cock in as far as it would go.
“I wished we’d read through the lease earlier! Fucking hell this hurts! Fuck! I feel so much like a real woman right now though,” she thought between waves of pain.
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This is a compilation of the first four Being 18 stories. It’s a world where older men have complete sexual freedom over women from their eighteenth birthdays onward. We see what it’s like for April, who’s been eighteen for a few months already, then follow Betty on her birthday when she gets a surprise visit from Mr. Addams.
1. Being 18 Is Really Rough On April
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.
2. Betty Learns What It’s All About On Her Birthday
It’s Betty’s 18th birthday and the skinny, blonde, blue-eyed teen is excited about the big surprised her daddy said he was going to get her. She’s spent all day at home, never suspecting that her father’s friend, her best friend’s dad, would be the one to give her the surprise she was promised.
Mr. Addams has been wanting to knock up a hot, little eighteen-year-old on her birthday for years and he is finally going to get the chance, by knocking up his daughter’s best friend. Betty’s hopes for a new car, her plans for a romantic date with her boyfriend, and her own desires are put on hold because she lives in a world where all women must let men fuck them any way they like!
3. Betty’s Birthday Lessons Continue
It’s Betty’s 18th birthday and the skinny, blonde, blue-eyed teen has just learned that instead of a party and presents, she’s getting fucked and knocked up by Mr. Addams, one of her dad’s friends.
However, just because he’s cum up her tight, little, teen cunt, it doesn’t mean he’s done with her. Can she take his thick cock up her ass? Why is he following her into the bathroom? He just made her drink what?
Betty is about to learn that being 18 means a girl has to become a woman who serves men, however those men want her to serve.
4. Betty’s New Normal
It’s been a few months since Betty’s 18th birthday and she’s adjusting well to being a woman that any older man can fuck at any time. Mr. Addams also managed to knock her up on her birthday, so her belly and breasts have started to swell.
Her boyfriend loves to play with her swollen, milky breasts and fucks her lovingly. Mr. Addams of course still has his cock in the mix, whenever and however he likes.
Join her in this world where every woman from the age of 18 on up serves the sexual desires of the men in her community. It’s just the new normal for her, but it’s a great time for us.
While the Irish Carnal Hospitality Regulations made all women subject to the sexual whims of all men, redheads were a special case even within that system.
“That’s it! Suck that tit, you redheaded slut,” Loretta said to her friend Danika.
Danika, being a redhead, had to obey. After all, the redheads, even men, were required to serve the sexual perversions of every natural born, non-redheaded Irish citizen, without question.
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If she cums without permission while you’re fucking her, make sure to punish her appropriately. One possible method is to tie her up, shove a vibrator into her panties so it stays put and leave her there for several hours.
Once you’re sure she’s cum multiple times, bring home another slut and allow her to watch as she rides out even more orgasms.
Once she starts to drool and beg not to cum again, be sure to leave her in place for at least another hour.
She will wait to cum until you give her permission from then on.
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Kathryn knew that a good first impression was critical for a job interview, so she made sure he ass was already lubed, stretched, and ready to take a cock before she even sat down in the waiting room.
“So, I have a bachelor’s in Computer Programming, an associate’s in International Studies. It’s an unusual combination, but I think that makes me a prime candidate for the localization team,” she said while her potential new boss drilled her ass.
“Hmmm… It does sound like you’d be a great match and your ass is both tight and easy to fuck. You’ll be in for the second round of interviews. After I cum up your ass, have Gertrude schedule it for you,” he said.
“Yes, sir! Thank you so much for this opportunity!”
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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. This is a compilation of stories 1-4 in the Honor Student Avena series.
1. Ass Fucked In Front Of The Class: 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.
2. The Coffee Date: Avena 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?
3. Face Fucked In The Hall: 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. Avena thought it only applied in class, but she’s about to find out that even in the halls when running late, she must see to the needs of the professors. Men or women, the students must do what the professors demand. In Avena’s case, this time, that means having a dick pound her throat in a crowded hall.
4. The Dominatrix Professor: A new semester has started and she’s gone almost the entire day without being fucked by one of the faculty but she’s got one last class to attend. She’s sure she’ll finally have a break, after all, this professor is a woman. Avena has heard that she’s really strict. She’s not too worried about that. She even welcomes it. However, what’s under the professor’s trench coat? What is she pulling out of that briefcase? Whatever is going on, it should be a spanking good time for a whip-smart girl like Avena.
This is a compilation of the first four Being 18 stories. It’s a world where older men have complete sexual freedom over women from their eighteenth birthdays onward. We see what it’s like for April, who’s been eighteen for a few months already, then follow Betty on her birthday when she gets a surprise visit from Mr. Addams.
1. Being 18 Is Really Rough On April
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.
2. Betty Learns What It’s All About On Her Birthday
It’s Betty’s 18th birthday and the skinny, blonde, blue-eyed teen is excited about the big surprised her daddy said he was going to get her. She’s spent all day at home, never suspecting that her father’s friend, her best friend’s dad, would be the one to give her the surprise she was promised.
Mr. Addams has been wanting to knock up a hot, little eighteen-year-old on her birthday for years and he is finally going to get the chance, by knocking up his daughter’s best friend. Betty’s hopes for a new car, her plans for a romantic date with her boyfriend, and her own desires are put on hold because she lives in a world where all women must let men fuck them any way they like!
3. Betty’s Birthday Lessons Continue
It’s Betty’s 18th birthday and the skinny, blonde, blue-eyed teen has just learned that instead of a party and presents, she’s getting fucked and knocked up by Mr. Addams, one of her dad’s friends.
However, just because he’s cum up her tight, little, teen cunt, it doesn’t mean he’s done with her. Can she take his thick cock up her ass? Why is he following her into the bathroom? He just made her drink what?
Betty is about to learn that being 18 means a girl has to become a woman who serves men, however those men want her to serve.
4. Betty’s New Normal
It’s been a few months since Betty’s 18th birthday and she’s adjusting well to being a woman that any older man can fuck at any time. Mr. Addams also managed to knock her up on her birthday, so her belly and breasts have started to swell.
Her boyfriend loves to play with her swollen, milky breasts and fucks her lovingly. Mr. Addams of course still has his cock in the mix, whenever and however he likes.
Join her in this world where every woman from the age of 18 on up serves the sexual desires of the men in her community. It’s just the new normal for her, but it’s a great time for us.
She’s been working hard. Taking ballet lessons, studying for finals, working those three part-time jobs, and trying to look hot while doing it all!
It’s only polite that you get out your cock and let her suck it. She needs the smell and taste of a man and you’re right there, in front of her kneeling body.
Be a gentleman, let her take your cock into her mouth and swallow everything she’s been working so hard for.
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Even when hanging out with other girls, it’s important to keep yourselves ready for any men who might stop by to use your holes.
Make out, keep each other’s pussies dripping, hot, and waiting. Sure, have your conversations, but remember, a man or ten men could stop by at any moment to fuck you senseless.
A slut is always ready and waiting to serve the needs of men and worship at the altar of cock.
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“I’m telling you, having Vanessa and Eryn mind-blanked together and convinced they are a couple of fuck-puppies was the best idea I ever had,” John said.
“I dunno man. I mean, don’t you miss talking with Eryn?” Sam asked.
“Fuck dude. A little. Sometimes. But, hey, I got her and her mother here as my personal, horny, cock sucking sluts. It more than makes up for it. Plus, I can have a conversation with anyone. How often do you get a chance to have a mind-blanked mother-daughter pair this hot?”
“No. Yeah. I see your point. Mind if I?”
“Have at it, bro! Eryn squeals perfectly when she’s ass-fucked now and Vanessa loves lubing cocks straight out of Eryn’s ass. Isn’t that right, girls?”
The two women barked and wagged their asses as if they had tails.
“See? They love being like this!”
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Thanks to Master Davis for spotting some typos in Mind Blanked Mall Goth. There’s a corrected version available on Smashwords now, (which you can download for free if you’ve already bought it). The corrections will publish to Amazon Kindle soon as well, but the process takes longer there.
Master? How can I get better at deepthroating? I want to surprise my boyfriend for his birthday!! I’m just a slut from Georgia asking a master for some help. Thanks master!!~~~✨🎀💖
Keep your soft pallet high and stay relaxed it’s kind of the same for when you sing so you sound less nasal… :)
When Amelia agreed to take care of the sexual needs of her roommates at any time, she hadn’t realized how often all three of them would need anal at the exact same time!
She spent most nights with three cocks stretching out her tiny ass until she passed out in a drooling, smiling mess.
She didn’t know what she’d do once they moved out in the fall. She doubted she’d be able to find three more roommates who loved triple anal as much as she did.
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The Coffee Shop 3: Free Blowjob With Every Purchase (sample)
Summary: Sunny’s work weeks at the café have gone from a week of free anal with every purchase to a week of free blowjobs with every purchase. It’s been a tiring month and she’s only two weeks in!
At least Cassandra, her tall, buxom, blonde co-worker, is in to help take care of the customers and right on time.
Sunny’s shift is almost over, but she’s got one more big customer to handle, but can she handle that much?
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 sexual services of its baristas free with every purchase?
***
Sunny looked over her shoulder at the new sign and sighed. Her petite, boyish body sagged under the weight of the last few weeks. She ran a hand over her closely cropped hair and gave her one long braid hair, a lock she grew just behind her left ear, a little tug.
“Last week it was anal. This week it’s blowjobs. How the fuck am I supposed to get any coffee made when I’ve got to deal with cocks fucking me all damn day?” she groused.
She cast a few more spurious glares at the sign hung behind her that said, “Free blowjob with every purchase” while she continued her work.
She polished another glass and tried not to think about the thick taste of all the cocks that had cum in her mouth that day. She wasn’t completely sure if she’d swallowed more cum than she had to wash off her face that day or if it was the other way around.
A little bit of cum from her last customer dripped off her chin and fell onto the counter where she swiftly wiped it up with the little red towel her boss had told her not to mix up with the towel for drying dishes. It was almost soaked enough that she would need to get a new one if her shift wasn’t about to end.
When the chime on the door rang, she almost couldn’t bring herself to look up, but it was her job. Serve coffee, smile at the customers, take an endless line of dicks in the ass one week and a bigger line of cocks down her throat the next. Just all part of being a barista.
“Hi. What can I get you today?” she asked.
The man standing in front of her must have been in his mid-forties. His hair was salt and pepper, a little wild from the wind he’d just walked in from. He was wearing a blue blazer and a white dress shirt. The little brown briefcase he placed on the floor looked like it had been tossed around a few times over the years.
“Uh. Yeah. I’ll just have a cup of coffee. Whatever your biggest size is,” he said.
“Would you- I mean you seem pretty busy but… I’m supposed to ask. Would you like the special with that?” she asked, pointing a thumb at the sign behind her.
“Huh?” He looked at the sign for a moment and then back at her. “Uh. Look. You’re… You’re a cute girl and all, but I really just want some coffee.”
“Oh. Oh. Well. Uh. Cool. Here you go.”
She poured his cup of coffee out of a large carafe and handed it to him. Collected the money and watched him wander around before picking a seat near the window.
“Do you actually feel let down that he didn’t want you to suck his cock? What’s wrong with you, Sunny? Just enjoy that fact that your jaw gets a rest,” she thought.
When the bell chimed again while her back was turned to the door, she didn’t want to look.
“C'mon! Five minutes! I have five minutes and then the next girl comes in for her shift,” she thought.
Sunny turned and smiled a thin smile. “Oh, you know. Making coffee. Sucking dick. How about you?”
“Sucking dick and making coffee,” Cassandra said while sliding behind the counter with Sunny and putting on her apron.
Sunny looked over Cassandra’s long, slender figure. She was tall, blonde, thin around the middle, and round at the hips and breasts. There had been several men who complained that she’d been sick the week before when the café was giving away free anal with every purchase. If her blonde hair was bleached, she never let any roots show.
“That guy already get his freebie?” she asked, pointing her delicate chin towards their one customer.
“He said he didn’t want it. Guess he just wants to drink his coffee in peace and-” Sunny realized she was talking to air and that Cassandra was already halfway across the room.
“Hello, sir. I see you’ve ordered one of our fine cups of coffee. Are you enjoying it?” she asked him.
He looked up, blinked a few times as if coming out of a dream, and then looked up and down the entire length of Cassandra’s young, perfectly proportioned body.
“I… Uh.. yes. It’s very good coffee. Thank you,” he said.
“Sunny says you decided to pass on the special, but if you’ve changed your mind, I’d be happy to see to you,” she said, leaning forward and showing off her cleavage.
“I… Well… Yes. Actually, that sounds… um… fine,” he said.
Sunny’s work weeks at the café have gone from a week of free anal with every purchase to a week of free blowjobs with every purchase. It’s been a tiring month and she’s only two weeks in!
At least Cassandra, her tall, buxom, blonde co-worker, is in to help take care of the customers and right on time.
Sunny’s shift is almost over, but she’s got one more big customer to handle, but can she handle that much?
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 sexual services of its baristas free with every purchase?
For a lot of them, it’s their first experience with having their throats brutally fucked by random strangers and they have to learn to deal with it for an entire week.
Some learn to breathe between the rapid strokes of a cock quickly and some have to pass out a few times before they figure it out. It’s really a valuable growing experience for each and every one of these girls!
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Summary: Charlie and Marcie have decided to skip the whole sappy, happy, Valentine’s Day nonsense and just spend the day together, as friends.
We join them in a little dive restaurant and follow them back to her place where they decide they might as well get form each other what their exes failed to give them last year.
Have a happy Valentine’s Day with these two friends with new benefits.
***
“I hate Valentine’s Day. It’s just a bunch of commercial nonsense. Oh, buy this card and this heart shaped chocolate and your true love will love you back. Bullshit,” he said.
Charlie shook his head and took a sip of his coffee. He trimmed his blonde hair so close to his pale head, that he looked completely bald from a distance, but up close, there was a fine puppy fuzz that covered the entire thing.
“Yeah! You know, last year, my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, got me some stupid stuffed bear,” Marcie said, looking around at the pink and red decorations that surrounded them in the restaurant. “And then there’s all of this shit everywhere you look.”
Her black hair had tight springy curls that sometimes seemed to have wills of their own, heading in completely odd directions at any given moment. She kept her dark complexion flawless, with lotions and spa days on a regular basis.
“I bet he made a big show of cooking dinner for you too.” Charlie shook his head and made a disgusted face after taking another sip of cheap, restaurant coffee.
“Yeah, he did! And you know what? I found the takeout boxes in the trash. Right on top! Bastard didn’t even bother to hide it right,” she said. She rolled her eyes and stabbed at the crusty, slightly hard cinnamon roll in front of her. “If he’d at least fucked the hell out of me I wouldn’t have minded, but he wanted to be all ‘romantic’ and 'loving’ and cuddle all night.”
“Fucking lame, dude,” Charlie said. “Remember the girl I was dating last year?”
“The redhead? Patty? Right?”
“Yeah, that was her. Well, she wanted to 'do something special for me’ and we ended up watching hockey all night,” he said.
“But, you don’t even like sports.” Marcie’s perfectly groomed eyebrows pushed closer together but never met.
“I know that. You know that. Apparently, the girl who had been dating me for eight months hadn’t figured it out. If she’d stopped talking about baseball, football, basketball, and whatever for five minutes, maybe she would have.”
“I’m glad we decided to spend Valentine’s together this year. You know, as single friends, just hanging out.” She smiled and stabbed her cinnamon roll again, sending a few frosted crumbs to the floor and several of the dryer ones into her cleavage.
“It’s good. Low key. We need to pick a place with better coffee and food next time though,” he said, casting a glare at his coffee and her partially stale roll.
“Yeah. And with less of those paper hearts. Hey, you ever notice that those cartoon hearts look more like spread pussies than actual hearts?”
He choked on his coffee which sent a few black splatters onto the table, laughed, looked around at all the paper hearts hanging from the ceiling and walls, and laughed harder.
“No. I hadn’t noticed but thanks for that,” he said when he finally calmed his laughter down enough to speak again. “Now, it’ll be all I see.”
“You’re welcome,” she said.
She pushed the little plate with the stale roll aside and shuffled the silverware and napkins for a moment.
“You know, you and I both wish we’d just been able to fuck our exes last Valentine’s without all the bullshit, right?” she asked.
“Yeah. I mean, that’s how relationships are though. Bullshit,” he said.
“Well, you and I are both single. We both hate bullshit…”
He put his coffee down and looked at her.
“What are you talking about?”
“We can go back to my place and I can show you my 'paper heart’ and we can go from there.” She’d never been good at hinting things, and he’d never been good at picking up hints, so she decided direct was the best way to go.
“No bullshit?”
“No bullshit.”
“Let’s do it.”
It wasn’t long before their checks were paid and they were out of the gaudily decorated restaurant, leaving behind most of her stale roll and his watered down coffee. It seemed to take even less time for them to drive to Marcie’s apartment.
“You don’t have to be gentle. Throw me around a little. You can even tear up these clothes. I was going to get rid of them next week anyway,” she said, opening the door to her apartment.
He pushed her in through the door, taking her by surprise, and spun her around to face him. With a kick, the door closed behind them. He shoved her against the wall, lifting her up a little so she had to stand on her toes, then leaned down and kissed her, driving his tongue between her lips.
Charlie and Marcie have decided to skip the whole sappy, happy, Valentine’s Day nonsense and just spend the day together, as friends.
We join them in a little dive restaurant and follow them back to her place where they decide they might as well get form each other what their exes failed to give them last year.
Have a happy Valentine’s Day with these two friends with new benefits.
Cassandra couldn’t believe what she was hearing! A human urinal?!
“But I was supposed to be hired as a data analyst!” she tried to say. However, the dental spreader made it come out as nothing more than a series of gibberish moans.
“Yeah, you’re going to make a great urinal. I can’t believe we found someone with your qualifications for the job. Don’t worry though, there’s a chance for promotion, once every three years. Until then, make sure to swallow. You’ll be in charge of cleaning up anything that lands on the floor with your tongue,” her new boss said, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock free.
“Why’d I sign that contract without reading it!?” she thought but did her best to swallow the acrid piss filling her mouth. “I hope I can get that promotion someday!”
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Whenever she’d asked her boyfriend, he’d always told her that he’d fuck her younger sister on top of her. She thought he was just teasing, but as soon as the Sexual Service Act passed, he had her little, eighteen-year-old sister come over immediately.
“Fucking take my cock up your fucking ass, slut! You feel me fucking her on top of you? I always fucking told you I’d fuck this super-hot piece of ass on top of you if I had the fucking chance!” he said while driving his cock so hard into the teen’s asshole that the bed shook with every thrust.
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Alexis’ scalp burned from the force Mr. Randal was using to pull on her hair. It almost hurt as much as his cock driving into her tight, teen asshole - almost.
“You Slut Scouts are the best fucks,” he said.
“Th- Thank you, Mr. Randal. We work- work really hard at it. Fuck, your cock is thick!”
“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. I’m going to need to to stop by every evening, so I can fuck your ass and blow off some steam from work. Sound good to you?”
“Ye- yes sir!”
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Well, I’ve thought about it a few times, yes. It’s a bit of a heavy holiday though, like Veteran’s Day and Memorial Day… If people want it, I’d be willing to give it a shot, but it’ll either come randomly this year or next year around this time.
I’ve been working on the Valentine’s Day Holiday Special story. It starts with two friends having lunch at a restaurant and hating on the holiday. It ends with sex. ;)
Here are the first few paragraphs with minimal/no editing:
“I hate Valentine’s Day. It’s just a bunch of commercial nonsense. Oh, buy this card and this heart shaped chocolate and your true love will love you back. Bullshit,” he said.
Charlie shook his head and took a sip of his coffee. He trimmed his blonde hair so close to his pale head, that he looked completely bald from a distance, but up close, there was a fine puppy fuzz that covered the entire thing.
“Yeah! You know, last year, my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, got me some stupid stuffed bear,” Marcie said, looking around at the pink and red decorations that surrounded them in the restaurant. “And then there’s all of this shit everywhere you look.”
Her black hair had tight springy curls that sometimes seemed to have wills of their own, heading in completely odd directions at any given moment. She kept her dark complexion flawless, with lotions and spa days on a regular basis.
“I bet he made a big show of cooking dinner for you too.” Charlie shook his head and made a disgusted face after taking another sip of cheap, restaurant coffee.
“Yeah, he did! And you know what? I found the takeout boxes in the trash. Right on top! Bastard didn’t even bother to hide it right,” she said. She rolled her eyes and stabbed at the crusty, slightly hard cinnamon roll in front of her. “If he’d at least fucked the hell out of me I wouldn’t have minded, but he wanted to be all ‘romantic’ and 'loving’ and cuddle all night.”
“Fucking lame, dude,” Charlie said. “Remember the girl I was dating last year?”
“The redhead? Patty? Right?”
“Yeah, that was her. Well, she wanted to 'do something special for me’ and we ended up watching hockey all night,” he said.
“But, you don’t even like sports.” Marcie’s perfectly groomed eyebrows pushed closer together but never met.
“I know that. You know that. Apparently, the girl who had been dating me for eight months hadn’t figured it out. If she’d stopped talking about baseball, football, basketball, and whatever for five minutes, maybe she would have.”
“I’m glad we decided to spend Valentine’s together this year. You know, as single friends, just hanging out.” She smiled and stabbed her cinnamon roll again, sending a few frosted crumbs to the floor and several of the dryer ones into her cleavage.
“It’s good. Low key. We need to pick a place with better coffee and food next time though,” he said, casting a glare at his coffee and her partially stale roll.
“Yeah. And with less of those paper hearts. Hey, you ever notice that those cartoon hearts look more like spread pussies than actual hearts?”
Cassandra couldn’t believe what she was hearing! A human urinal?!
“But I was supposed to be hired as a data analyst!” she tried to say. However, the dental spreader made it come out as nothing more than a series of gibberish moans.
“Yeah, you’re going to make a great urinal. I can’t believe we found someone with your qualifications for the job. Don’t worry though, there’s a chance for promotion, once every three years. Until then, make sure to swallow. You’ll be in charge of cleaning up anything that lands on the floor with your tongue,” her new boss said, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock free.
“Why’d I sign that contract without reading it!?” she thought but did her best to swallow the acrid piss filling her mouth. “I hope I can get that promotion someday!”
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Could you please do a post about a feminist who gets gang-banged by a load of guys she’s trying to talk to about patriarchy?
Hmmm… that doesn’t fit too while with the general theme of this blog, “feminism” wouldn’t be quite the same movement in freeuse societies and worlds like the ones I write. The same goes for the concept of “the patriarchy.”
While the implant in Living Fuck Dolls does keep them unconscious as well as nourished and pliant, it doesn’t keep every reflex in check.
For example, nearly every single Doll will automatically suck on anything placed in her mouth. This adds extra appeal to using their mouths as a way to jack off and also offers a convenient place to piss if you’d rather not leave the bedroom while watching your favorite porn.
Since you have to be sure to provide hydration for your Doll, it’s a win-win situation!
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In a world where science has discovered that men fucking women in the ass makes men and women better students, colleges and universities everywhere have instituted Surprise Anal Sex Week and other special event weeks to relieve tension and increase success. It’s a world in which the rules of civilized society are markedly different from our own, in which sexual accessibility is a civic duty.
We follow Kate as she is fucked over a drinking fountain, meets a man with some massive meat, and becomes his favorite fellow student. Betty leads us down a path full of anal gang-bangs and powerful passions. Even the female professors join in as Miss Viera Williams makes a deal to spare her tender ass some use and Miss Molly Debrier becomes the guest of a dormitory of hung and horny men.
Broken Arrow loves writing strange tales of perverse and steamy sex. Realism is not key to the process, rather anything goes in the name of fun and fantasy.
Q: I heard that the Kinky College stories are actually an allegory for the the way in which people in the United States are forced/urged to take on massive debts, insane schedules, and be willing to be used by the system in order to succeed. Also, that the men represent the social, political, and corporate forces at work to keep the masses - represented by the women - from achieving any real agency over their lives. A message that common people are continuously fucked over and at the mercy of the system and that some people even directly cooperate in that dominance. Is that true?
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!
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!
When Dana divorced her second husband, she was awarded her nineteen-year-old stepdaughter as a comfort slut. She wasn’t completely thrilled about it at first.
“You know, I’m not really a lesbian, but I make the little slut eat me out every day. She’s not allowed to rest until I’m tired of cumming and, let me tell you, that’s not until after a lot of orgasms. I’m going to make the little slut pay for every assfuck her daddy gave me,” she told her friend over the phone.
“But that’s not fai- mmmff” Katie started to complain but Dana just shoved her face back into her dripping cunt.
“Just shut up and eat my cunt, slut,” she said to the girl between her legs, and then back to her friend on the phone, “It’s like having a sex toy I don’t even have to buy batteries for. Sure, a bitchy one, but a bitchy toy is still fun to play with. Yeah, yeah. I probably will have my date fuck her in the ass while she eats me out tonight. It’ll be something new.”
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