Tuesday, 25 December 2012
Monday, 17 September 2012
The Coven Chapter 5
The Coven by nova2469
CHAPTER FIVE- - MUSHROOM MADNESS
Baal cackled in delight as the tentacle appeared out of the glowing portal, the leather bound book in its grasp. He grabbed the book from the appendage and quickly said the magic words which sealed the portal and forced the tentacle back to the circle of hell from where it came. He couldn't believe his luck, he'd been searching for months for spell books powerful enough to be used in his work. Most of those that would be useful were very ancient and extremely rare. The last thing he had expected was that his scrying would reveal one in the possession of his acquaintance Laura. He'd been almost as surprised to discover that she had then taken to fucking all manner of demons not to mention her best friend, Karen. Baal had, after all, always considered both to be rather nice girls not the rampant sluts they apparently were.
He'd happily used his scrying powers to watch them fuck as he'd always been rather taken with the pretty girls and was now quite sure one of the best ways to enjoy them was to watch them screw each other. But he needed the book more than voyeuristic titillation so had to take action.
It had been remarkably easy to subtly corrupt the spell that the inexperienced Laura had cast to ensure that both girls would be rather busy for some time. The plan had been slightly delayed when he found watching them fuck the tentacles was too tempting but he'd eventually managed to control himself and now held a very powerful tome of spells. Soon his power would be limitless and he could have everything he desired, not least Laura and Karen.
CHAPTER FIVE- - MUSHROOM MADNESS
Baal cackled in delight as the tentacle appeared out of the glowing portal, the leather bound book in its grasp. He grabbed the book from the appendage and quickly said the magic words which sealed the portal and forced the tentacle back to the circle of hell from where it came. He couldn't believe his luck, he'd been searching for months for spell books powerful enough to be used in his work. Most of those that would be useful were very ancient and extremely rare. The last thing he had expected was that his scrying would reveal one in the possession of his acquaintance Laura. He'd been almost as surprised to discover that she had then taken to fucking all manner of demons not to mention her best friend, Karen. Baal had, after all, always considered both to be rather nice girls not the rampant sluts they apparently were.
He'd happily used his scrying powers to watch them fuck as he'd always been rather taken with the pretty girls and was now quite sure one of the best ways to enjoy them was to watch them screw each other. But he needed the book more than voyeuristic titillation so had to take action.
It had been remarkably easy to subtly corrupt the spell that the inexperienced Laura had cast to ensure that both girls would be rather busy for some time. The plan had been slightly delayed when he found watching them fuck the tentacles was too tempting but he'd eventually managed to control himself and now held a very powerful tome of spells. Soon his power would be limitless and he could have everything he desired, not least Laura and Karen.
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
The Birthday Gig
The Birthday Gig by Courtney Sweet
I pulled up outside the address that had been given to me; it was quite a fancy place but looked right, the lights and music blaring and of course there were heaps of cars parked outside. I took a deep breath and collected my bag and stereo from the boot of my car.
This was my last gig for the night and I was as horny as hell from the last job, it had been a buck's night and there had been heaps of teasing during the strip, but they hadn't paid for me to go all the way. I never went all the way unless the money was paid in advance, it's not worth the trouble.
I checked the time and walked to the door, knocked then waited, the door was opened swiftly and a sweet looking guy whisked me through the house to a large room.
"What's the damage honey?" he asked quickly as he shut the door behind him.
"Depends, what you want me to do?" I replied casually.
"Well there are about 10 guys here including the birthday boy, we work with him and decided we'd all pitch in for you, what would be the most you would do?" he asked thoughtfully as he watched me change into my outfit. I knew he was getting turned on as I changed so I turned slightly as I put my g-string on so he could get a good look at my butt.
I pulled up outside the address that had been given to me; it was quite a fancy place but looked right, the lights and music blaring and of course there were heaps of cars parked outside. I took a deep breath and collected my bag and stereo from the boot of my car.
This was my last gig for the night and I was as horny as hell from the last job, it had been a buck's night and there had been heaps of teasing during the strip, but they hadn't paid for me to go all the way. I never went all the way unless the money was paid in advance, it's not worth the trouble.
I checked the time and walked to the door, knocked then waited, the door was opened swiftly and a sweet looking guy whisked me through the house to a large room.
"What's the damage honey?" he asked quickly as he shut the door behind him.
"Depends, what you want me to do?" I replied casually.
"Well there are about 10 guys here including the birthday boy, we work with him and decided we'd all pitch in for you, what would be the most you would do?" he asked thoughtfully as he watched me change into my outfit. I knew he was getting turned on as I changed so I turned slightly as I put my g-string on so he could get a good look at my butt.
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Elevator Orgy
Elevator Orgy by Courtney Sweet
Jack and I had been shopping at the local sex shop for my birthday; he had bought me a huge double-ended pink dildo, some lingerie and a life-like cock sized vibrator. We had also picked up a few bottles of cool drink and some nibbles for the small get together he had planned that evening.
I chatted excitedly about our purchases as we strolled back towards the elevator at the rear of the shopping mall, which would take us down to the car park level. There were a few people already waiting and I wondered if it was very obvious what my brown paper packages held.
A slim well-dressed blonde woman with a briefcase stood alone, she was quite pretty; probably worked in an office within the complex. There was a man in a suit standing behind her with his hands in his pockets; I smiled as I realised he was staring at the blonde woman's ass and legs. A young couple clung to each other with their mouths permanently attached; they seemed oblivious to anyone else. The girl seemed quite pretty with long red hair and the guy had short black spiked hair, they both wore black leather jackets and jeans. A tall Negro man walked up and leaned on the wall, taking a long drag of his cigarette before tossing it to the ground and grinding it out with his boot. I had always loved black men, but had never had the courage to date one.
Jack and I had been shopping at the local sex shop for my birthday; he had bought me a huge double-ended pink dildo, some lingerie and a life-like cock sized vibrator. We had also picked up a few bottles of cool drink and some nibbles for the small get together he had planned that evening.
I chatted excitedly about our purchases as we strolled back towards the elevator at the rear of the shopping mall, which would take us down to the car park level. There were a few people already waiting and I wondered if it was very obvious what my brown paper packages held.
A slim well-dressed blonde woman with a briefcase stood alone, she was quite pretty; probably worked in an office within the complex. There was a man in a suit standing behind her with his hands in his pockets; I smiled as I realised he was staring at the blonde woman's ass and legs. A young couple clung to each other with their mouths permanently attached; they seemed oblivious to anyone else. The girl seemed quite pretty with long red hair and the guy had short black spiked hair, they both wore black leather jackets and jeans. A tall Negro man walked up and leaned on the wall, taking a long drag of his cigarette before tossing it to the ground and grinding it out with his boot. I had always loved black men, but had never had the courage to date one.
Monday, 3 September 2012
Replacing My Cum Bucket
Replacing My Cum Bucket by Bobby T
It was a dark and stormy night (don’t all stories start like this?) Actually, it was a beautiful, moon lit evening and I was naked from the waist down, peering out of my bedroom window and into the bedroom window of the woman that lived in the house next to us. For the past five years or so, since I was just a snotty little teenager, I had jacked off pretty much every night as I stood at my window and watched our beautiful, large breasted neighbour get ready for bed.
Her name is Mrs. Smith, Cynthia Smith actually, and she is a very beautiful older woman. She has huge tits. Really huge tits! Tits so big that I’m sure they are almost as big as my mom’s massive mammaries. I guessed that she is pretty much about the same age as my mom too. I usually got off watching the way she took care of her big tits almost each and every night as she got ready for bed. To be perfectly honest, I have never seen my mom naked nor have I thought of her in a sexual way but come to think of it, I guess that she looks every bit as hot as Mrs. Smith.
It was a dark and stormy night (don’t all stories start like this?) Actually, it was a beautiful, moon lit evening and I was naked from the waist down, peering out of my bedroom window and into the bedroom window of the woman that lived in the house next to us. For the past five years or so, since I was just a snotty little teenager, I had jacked off pretty much every night as I stood at my window and watched our beautiful, large breasted neighbour get ready for bed.
Her name is Mrs. Smith, Cynthia Smith actually, and she is a very beautiful older woman. She has huge tits. Really huge tits! Tits so big that I’m sure they are almost as big as my mom’s massive mammaries. I guessed that she is pretty much about the same age as my mom too. I usually got off watching the way she took care of her big tits almost each and every night as she got ready for bed. To be perfectly honest, I have never seen my mom naked nor have I thought of her in a sexual way but come to think of it, I guess that she looks every bit as hot as Mrs. Smith.
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