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Private Dick
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=37908811#post37908811

My name is Dick. Dick Private. I'm a private dick.

I've been around town a long time. I've been shot, stabbed, shot, stabbed again, shot a few times, then stabbed some more. Then there was the time I was in serious trouble.

I have a small office. It's cramped, run down, full of cockroaches, has bad lighting, smells funny, there's a leak in the ceiling, the wallpaper's peeling, the communists are taking over, and I've only been here two weeks. But it will do. It's located in the Frank Sinatra Building. Doo bee doo be doo. I also have a great dane. His name, Scooby Doo.

The rain outside was raining, the wind outside was windy, and the dark outside was kinda on the light side. Funny how that happens, isn't it? The rain was pouring outside, and the Jack Daniels was pouring inside. I'm going to have to tell his wife, the Mrs. Daniels, about that, since they took away his barkeeping license three weeks ago.

I was holding up Miss July in one hand, and my hot firecracker in another. Then, in walks this dame. She's stacked. She's wearing a trenchcoat which just hints of a sexy red evening gown underneath. And it's just the afternoon. She's a tall brunette, with legs that ran on forever. They stopped on the floor, but could have kept on going. She peels away enough of the top of the trenchcoat to show me the top of her cleavage. I put away the novel with the staples in it, and look up.

"What's a classy dame like you doing here?" Well, besides walking through the door. Any fool could see that. I certainly could. "It's wet, and raining, and kinda wet and raining. This has to be something important if you're all wet like that." I liked my women wet, my scotch dry, and my pants pressed. Unless I'm in them. Then it hurts a lot.

Right now, I wasn't hurting. I would be later, but not right now.

 

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Director's Cut (closed for graves101)

The name's Manhattan Greaves. Great name, huh? Okay, so it's my stage name, and I haven't even been on stage yet. I'm actually not going to be an actor, either. I'm more of a director type. Except that I haven't directed, either. I'm actually a cameraman in a small suburb in Southern California. That's "small suburb" as in "Adult Film Capital of the World". The company I work for makes dom/sub films. My boss is Levy "The Leviathan" Lilith, although you don't call her that, at least when she's around.

And she's been around. Sleeping around. Although, "sleeping around" suggests she's been whoring herself out, which is anything but. Is there a word for when you're the one casting the casting couch? Her latest male model she's having a great time with, but lately, I've been hearing rumors that she's becoming fed up with him, and wants him out. Or rather, I've been hearing them screaming and yelling at each other in the office, and she's going to throw him out.

In fact, that's them in her office, screaming and yelling right now. I'm just the cameraman. Suddenly the office door flings open and she's pointing and looking at me. Mostly pointing.

"YOU THERE" she says, "ON THE SET NOW!"

"Huh? Of course, I'm going to be on the set. I'm the cameraman." I reply.

"No you're not! You're going to be my male model now. Five minutes!"

Huh?

 

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Mermaid's Blood
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=37841953

The young woman in the pool did not answer. Instead, her shallow breaths were her only signs of life. As Mako's hands gently touched her face, a wane smile appeared, followed by tears. "I'm so happy..." her voice trailed. "You're alive..." The young woman's breathing grew fainter and fainter.

"Do you truly wish to help her?" said another voice.

The voice around Mako echoed through the water. It was the voice of an older woman. The young woman near Mako was almost unconscious, barely breathing as she lay atop the young mermaid.

"I am the Elder of the Temple of Water. We rescued you from injury as is our duty to the seas and oceans we rely upon for our sustinance. You were injured by one of the fishermen of the villiage. He has been punished, and we regret this grave breach of our duties to the water. We have healed you, but the process is taxing to the alcolytes of our Temple. They must give up their years to heal immortals such as yourself."

"Do you truly wish to heal her? You must first proceed by preparing her body. Take the fish oil in the jars near the pool and apply the oil liberally to your skin and that of the acolyte. Rub every part of her body to prepare her. You must then transfer your lifeforce to her, by touching your lips to her skin on all of her body."

The voice faded away, leaving the two women alone.

 

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Cafe Chocolate: Dark Chocolate, Dark Secrets

Cafe Chocolate resides in a well-lit corner of The Lounge, but hides its own dark little secrets. The main area is for the everyday people, who come here to enjoy the dark chocolate treats and dark liqueur. But it is the special rooms, for clientele like yourself, that you may be interested in. Therein, you shall taste the finest chocolates, hand-fed to your palate. You may request - and are expected to request - unique and discerning services to The Hostess, who shall seat you to your own private room. The standard uniform here are maids and butlers. They will call you Master and Mistress, though who is the servant, and who is the master, is your dark secret alone.

OOC: In your first post (PMs welcome too) include requests and a description of your character to The Hostess. Myself, I am a male writer and can play both male and female characters, but will only write with female writers. I'm not exactly sure how this thread will go, so let's see what happens...

 

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Dare
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=767191

Jerry had his bed next to the wall, the wall separating him from his sister. There was absolutely no way that he's miss hearing those three sensual squirming sluts bang, screw, and fuck each other this night. He lay in bed, stroking his big hard dick, spitting on his rosy palms, sliding his hands up his hard thick member. Jerry was part of the football team. It was well-known that he was screwing half the cheerleaders, not to mention any girl who came onto him. Asians... blacks... blondes... all pussy was wonderful to him, every sexy girl a nice fuck. And Betty was in that room next to his, no doubt giving Jenny the most wonderful fuck she'd had in her whole life. After all, he knew exactly how hard Betty could thrust with those black hips of hers, how well well she could suck cock, and how delicious her sexy gash tasted. He didn't hear the girls orgasm, so was quizzical when he heard them argue a bit. They paused, so he guessed they were going to fuck some more -- except he didn't realize they were going to fuck him as well.

“Oh Jerry…” he heard outside his door. What the -- his parents were still in the house. And was that Betty's voice? No, it didn't quite sound right. Unfortunately, by the time he realized what was happening, the door opened, and there stood Annie. Oh my fucking god, Annie. He heard rumors that she was one of the best fucks on campus, and here she was, entirely naked and ready for him. Before he could ask her what she was doing in here, in barged Betty -- and Jenny.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jerry asked.

"What the fuck?" mimicked Betty. "You're gonna be fucked!" she smiled. Betty was clothed in her black bra and panties, and pushed Jerry back into the bed. She grinned as she waved and shoved her tits in his startled face. "That's all the boobies you're going to get, cause Annie's an a-cup", Betty laughed. She then kneeled on the bed, waving around the strap-on she was still wearing. "Of course, if you had the boobies, you'd have to have the dick too!" she laughed. "But your sister's gonna have them both. Hey, Jenny!"

Betty crooked her finger to lead Jenny into the room. Betty ran her fingers through her blonde hair, and lay back on the bed, her head near Jerry's thighs, her feet on Jerry's pillow. Smacking Jerry's inner thighs, Betty said, "Okay, Annie. Why don't you use your mouth and pussy to make Jerry feel all comfortable and good?" Betty was still wagging her fake cock, not half a foot from Jerry's face. "And Jenny, you know exactly what you need to do..."

 

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Policewoman
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=736889

Notes:
* Sex in the police car?
* Use the policewoman's baton as a ***** on NWN.

Rory's heart couldn't stop beating. This fucking sexy woman who he lusted over at the apartments was patting him down! He shivered as she began, touching his ankles. But his thoroughly erect cock became even firmer when she touched his inner thighs, his tone muscles as hard and firm as his wanton hardon. He couldn't help but let out a small moan, as her fingers caressed his firm balls, and finally stroked his rigid stiff muscle. He slowly rotated his hips, to match her mound pressing against his ass. Precious precome was leaking out of the head of his cock, to greet her manicured exploring fingertips. He let out another slow moan as she licked his ear. “Damn. I want you to dirty, nasty things to me. I have seen the way you look at me from your balcony. Take me now!!” she said to him.

"Yeah... fucking yeah..." he breathed, turning around. He locked lips with her, holding her tight to his body, his raging hardon pressing against the junction between her legs. He grabbed her blue top and ripped it open, her beautiful firm breasts spilling out. His tongue probed her deep, as he lifted her skirt up, revealing her wet moistened panties. "Mmm.... god... yeah..." he murmured, as he spread her legs to press his still-covered snatch against his thinly protected hardon. He pressed her ass towards him, grinding her pussy against his hard stiff cock. "Fuck me... fuck me..." he groaned, sloppily, hungrily kissing her, his weeks of pent-up lust for her beautiful tanned body. He lifted her, turning her around, and pressing her between himself and the car. He pulled her panties to the side, and let out his throbbing hard cock. "Fuck me... fuck me so good... fuck me so good and make me cum..." he panted.

 

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Sailor H

"Nyaoooo...."

The small little purple-furred cat merely smiled at the young Yumi as she was petted and picked up. Its soft fur against her skin was warm and so very soft. The kitten purred and mewed, lulling Yumi into a dreamlike state of happiness. The hypnotic throbbing crescent-shaped sigil in the little creature's forehead didn't hurt, either. It pulsated in her head, sending waves of somnambulance towards our haplass heroine. This, not surprisingly, was no ordinary cat. Its name was Luna, seeker of the Senshi.

"Yumi... yumi..." a soft voice cried. As Yumi woke up, she found herself bathed in a light glow of swirling colors,. They bathed her in their soft brightness warming her body. She also saw a young woman, with purple hair and flowing dress. The yellow dress had a yellow top and long purple skirt. The yellow top had thin straps exposing the woman's smooth shoulders, and fuzzy purple patches on her breasts. She also wore a yellow bow around her neck, and an odd crescent crystal on her forehead. Around her neck, she wore a necklace that ended in a moon-shaped pendant.

But she was not a woman. Her eyes glowed with a smouldering slitlike ferocity. Her fingertips ended in little claws. Her teeth were sharp points, her incisors pronounced. She unhooked the pendant from the necklace, and snapped it open, to reveal a crude simple form of handcuffs. She raised the prone girl's arms above her head, and cuffed her wrists together. Luna rubbed her face against Yumi's cheeks, marking her. Luna left little mews in Yumi's ears, as she licked and groomed her hair. With every lick, Yumi's dark hair seemed to lighten, as if Luna were spinning strands of gold. Luna began rubbing her cheeks against Yumi's neck, leaving contented meows as she travelled down to Yumi's breasts. Luna pressed her cheeks into Yumi's breasts, mewing against the soft firmness, licking and nibbling through the fabric. Luna's hands began to massage Yumi's belly, coaxing out something Luna couldn't quite place her thoughts on.

But enough of that. Luna's smile widened into a sly grin, as she licked her lips in front of the chosen mouse in front of her. She extended her claws, just enough to cut the thin fabric on Yumi's prone body. Starting at her arms, Luna slowly scored claw marks through her top, yet did not break skin. Minute welts appeared on Yumi's body where Luna clawed her. Luna deftly raked at Yumi's skirt, shredding the front of her skirt, revealing her delicious panties. "Wake up, little kitten," Luna whispered. "Wake up...."

 

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The Minister
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=768236

SHIT. FUCK. CUNT.

The harsh reeds landed on the slave woman's back, opening the cuts from the previous whipping. A mixture of pus and blood oozed from her back, yet she would not be broken. The man whipping her was red in the face, spouting invectives on her, as the blows landed again. Samuel Parris was not unfamiliar with the whip. He was raised on the island of Barbados, where he managed the sugar plantations he inherited when his father died. Yet, he was not unfamiliar with the new world, Massachusetts to be exact, where he studied at Harvard.

DAMN. YOU. WOMAN.

The blows landed again, as the woman, kneeling with her hands tied to her back, continued to receive them. The force of the reeds were slowly waning in intensity. He was mad and frustrated at his failure, yet somehow excited and thrilled by her punishment. Colonial law allowed no more than thirty lashes to a convicted man, but, there in his own basement, the law touched him not at all. Indeed, he was the law here. After becoming a credit agent for other sugar plantations in Barbados, he returned from the island with two slaves in tow. One of them was named Tituba.

Take care of her, daughter.

Samuel Parris moved to Boston and during his first New England winter married Elizabeth Eldridge. One of their children was named Betty. Parris became dissastisfied with the life of a merchant. He began substituting for absent ministers and speaking at informal church gatherings. He became the new preacher of a colonial town. Meanwhile, inspiried by tales from Tituba, Betty, with Parris' niece, Abigail, began to dabble in fortune telling and other terribly non-Puritan activities. Perhaps out of fear of the repercussions of participating in these forbidden games, Betty began to develop strange symptoms: pinching, prickling and choking sensations.

Dragging the bucket behind her, Betty slowly crept on her hands and knees to Tituba. She gingerly touched the woman's body, then touched the oozing blood and pus from her wounds. She then licked them, shivering as she kissed the tender gashes, tasting the saltiness of Tituba's blood. Betty emitted gasps and low moans as she kissed Tituba's wounds. Betty then dipped her hand in the bucket, and drew a coating of salty crystals. Licking the wounds again, she then rubbed the salt into Tituba's exposed raw flesh.

The community grew dissatisfied with Parris as their minister, as they sporadically withheld payment of his salary. Eventually, they refused to impose a tax to support his salary and firewood through the winter. In return, Parris's sermons began to focus on warnings of a conspiracy in the village against himself and the church, attributed to the evils of Satan himself.

In 1961, Reverend Samual Parris was the minister of Salem, Massachusetts.







The old woman twisted and turned her fingers within the young girls's slit. She purposefully avoided the girl's clitoris or anything that would bring her to orgasm. The young girl was chained to the wall, her hands held above her head, her legs spread wide for the old woman. The young girl was still dressed in her simple dress, but, at the moment, wore nothing to conceal her sex. The old woman spat on the young girl's hairy sex, before concluding. The old woman then took the crude leather chastity belt and began strapping it onto the girl. Before locking it, she slipped a piece of broken candle into her slit. "There. Not enough to make you climax, but enough to keep you wanting it.

Parris:
http://law2.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/salem/asa_par.htm

 

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Policewoman
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=736889

He was fucking her like a dog in heat. His throbbing raging hardon plunged deep into her gash, feeling her tight wetness with every single thrust. "Oh, god, this feels so fucking good!" he groaned, shoving his cock deep into her pussy. He reached around, feeling for those wonderful tits, and freed them from her bra, pushing outward against her tight blue top. He was pinching her tits now, her full orbs filling his hands with soft wonderful firmness. He then released her breasts, then reached for her skirt, and pulled upwards. "You like being spanked? You liked being spanked while I fuck your beautiful tight pussy? Want me to fuck you even harder in the ass? I bet you love it in your fucking ass!"

 

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Sailor H
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=767962

"Wake up, little kitten...wake up..."

Luna lost her concentration as she felt the evil presence. Something was here, interrupting with facile Luna's attempt at transforming Yumi. Luna's hackles were standing on her back, as her feral instinct to flee for her own life broke the spell she was casting on Yumi. Luna feverishly looked around her, the shadows in the alleyway pulling back, accomplishing their task in so little time.

"No... no..." thought Luna.

Meanwhile, a dark smiling Asian woman was pushing up her horn-rimmed glasses in the classroom she taught in. Her hair was in a tall bun, and she wore a tailored blue suit. "Fu fu fu fu fu..." she laughed, softly to herself, as she locked her iPhone and slid it into her purse. She could spy Yumi's every move, thanks to the tracking software installed on Yumi's iPhone, and was so happy to have interfered in that purple cat's attempt to awaken Yumi. Yumi was powerless now, unable to realize her magical abilities, a mere plaything for the tall Asian woman to enjoy.

She acted surprised when Yumi arrived late. "Oh, my. You have arrived late yet, again. This is the third time. Do you know what happens to students who are tardy the third time?" The Asian woman gave a cold smile to the young girl. "They stand in the hallway with the buckets. But the buckets are not filled with water. You shall have them filled with something else." The tall woman then produced a chair and sat in the front of the class. "But we will get to that later. Here," she said, smoothing her deep blue skirt with her ivory white hands. "Bend over on my lap. We must make an example of you, to show even our most diligent students the penalty bad students like you must pay for being late."

 

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The Outlook

The sea is as beautiful as ever, as I find myself wandering upon the sandy beach. I see my friend, whom time has prevented me from making further acquaintance. I see her naked, though hear that she wears a collar she shall never take off. Myself, I am dressed in my blue robe, of deep serene color, like the darkened ocean.

"Why, Thyri," I smile, kneeling next to her. "Such a beautiful place you have invited me to. I disrobe as I create a makeshift towel for us to lie upon. "You did find it opportune for me to bring sunscreen, did you not?" I smile at the implications I may finally apply to my dear acquaintance.

I start at the nape of her neck, not quite near her sensual spot, as I rub the oil gently against where her beautiful blonde hair meets her well-tanned flesh. I lie next to her, my head propped upon my arm, while my other hand gently rubs. I spread the oil upon her neck, and down the top of her back. My fingers trace her scapula, appreciating her curves underneath my digits. Her neck is still exposed, and I lean closely, to blow gently against her ear, then lightly kiss her earlobe. I then nibble, delightedly, ticking her with my tongue, and finally lingering upon her neck. "Turn on your side," I say, as I kiss and nibble more deeply, savoring the flesh beneath her jawline.

"I brought you something special," I murmur, my teeth trailing upon her neck. "It's hard and stiff as steel. You will want to touch it with your hands, and unload it time after time. You will feel it heating within its inner core inside of your hands, as you bring it everywhere with you, for your own personal pleasure as you wish. You will polish it with your fingertips to keep it at its peak perfecction." I am looking into her eyes now, our lips near lingering to touch.

"And it has a 90-day warranty," I giggle, showing it to her.

 

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Policewoman
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=736889

"Take away your fingers from your clit, you dirty little whore." Roy kept fucking her in her slit -- for now. "You're a bad girl. A bad little girl. You know what happens to bad little girls?" Roy began to slap her ass. "They get spanked, they get fucking spanked." He slapped her harder, loud smacks as his fucktool pounded into her tight little pussy. "They get spanked in the ass. And speaking of ass..." With another spank, Roy popped out his penis from her pussy, then stuck the head of his cock against her puckered hole. "Now beg for it. Beg for my cock inside of your ass. Beg me to fuck you." Roy then unhooked her policewoman's baton and forced the tip into her mouth. "Beg me while you show me how much you're gonna suck my cock. Suck the big black cock for me while I spank and fuck you," Roy said, feeding her the tip of the slim baton while pressing into her anus the head of his fat cock.

 

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The Outlook
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=749117&page=298

My joy's delightful squirm does naught but drive me to further wantonness. My prick becomes wonderfully hard as she shivers to my touches. "Oh? And pray tell what could such a delightful device be, my friend? Could it perhaps be a stainless steel beverage flask?" my dear friends says. She cannot see my smile, but she can feel my touches. I squirt a little coconut oil lotion into the palm of my hand and gently massage her neck. My fingers slide up down her arm to her fingertips, and I clasp her hand, gently. I, too, am on my side, my chest facing her back, a gap between us. I slowly lower her oiled fingers behind her back to my manhood.

"Well, you could definitely say that," I say, just placing the palm of her hand against my tumescense. "Like steel, it is quite hard." I slowly stroke my manhood against her palm, the full force of my thrusts hinted at, as I touch her. "This flask contains a liquid," I continue, my precome oozing out, mixing with the coconut oil. "It is warm, delicious, and tasty." My descriptions become whispers, as I kiss her ear, lick her neck, and squeeze her hand around my cock. "Turn around and taste me," I breathe.

 

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The Outlook
http://forum.literotica.com/showthre...49117&page=298

"You do know this is a public beach, don't you? Anyone could come along at any time."

"I certainly expect to", I smile, a wry look on my lips, "though I expect to do so in more due time than just 'any' time." I whisper each word into my sweet's ear, with a swirl of my tongue along the curvature of it. "And certainly at the same time as you. Speaking of which..." I slide my fingers along her outer lips, just as my own lips touch hers. As I close my eyes to kiss her, I open her lips so I may slide a finger, or two, within. I kiss her, deeply, my tongue sliding into her mouth as my tumescence slides within her oiled fingers, as my finger slides within her wet slick pussy. I moan within her mouth, her soft movements upon my shaft echoing the warm breezes from the ocean. The ocean laps and licks our ankles, as I do the same with my tongue, feeling her mouth and lips upon mine. My fingers are more active now, sliding and swiling her juices with the oil on her tiny yet firm button. My own cock becomes harder, stiffer, as it oozes its clear liquid between her fingers, making the oil on her fingertips just a little more sticky.

 

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The Director's Cut
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=767626

You know the saying, "Opportunity never knocks twice," but I didn't expect it to want to bite my nipples off. Whenever a girlfriend wanted to pleasure me by sucking and licking my nipples, I would be sorely tempted to tell her something like "My penis is a bit lower".

Metallic high cut shorts... gold stilleto heels... matching tank top... You've heard of a golden opportunity, but I didn't expect it so literally. And I didn't expect her to be wearing them, although I shouldn't be too surprised. The way she ran the studio made her a natural for this, and it's harder to find a female dom than a female sub, even around here. As the cameraman, I filmed her being a dom, and was wondering how much would be left of me after the shoot.

Probably as much as I'm wearing, I thought to myself. Criss-crossing my chest were some studded leather straps, ending in black leather chaps, exposing my you-know-what-itals to goodness knows who'd be watching. I also wore a black leather thin hugging (if you know what I mean) jock strap-like thing that hugged my family jewels harder than a French catburglar.

And the clamps. The clamps. I didn't have much time to look at them, but they were a little more elaborate than I expected. Rather than a clothespin shape, they had a screw to adjust the pressure. I sighed a bit of relief. Placing them on, I found myself more discomforted than aroused, yet curious enough to explore where they would hurt most -- or, rather, least. I clipped them less to my nipples than to where they met my chest. I felt a little relieved that they weren't that painful.

Then I remembered whom I was going to do the scene with. Levy herself. I suppose this would be an honor of sorts, but it was one I could do without. Removing the clamps as I left the dressing room, I made it to the set, to see what ghastly opportunity I had to endure next.

 

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The Minister
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=768236

"So difficult," smiled the young woman. She had been watching from the room entrance, her body leaning against the frame of the door. She now moved with a slow saunter, and touched the man's face. "Oh, Uncle," she mused, "You must calm down a bit. For me?" A sly look appeared on her face. "Oh, see how your poor daughter dotes on her. Surely, she has been crazed by our lovely servant?" The young woman then knelt by the older woman, as Betty continued to kiss and lick the bound woman. "She's taken a liking to you," said the niece of Reverand Parris. She looked closer at the bound woman, holding her chin in her hand, slowly clenching it, tighter and tighter. With her other hand, she put her fingertip into one of the open wounds and began to worry it. "It seems so strange that your practices of witchcraft have turned my poor cousin Betty into such a pitiful creature, while I became such a wonderful student." Her fingernail began to dig in, drawing a trickle of blood. "But enough of that. It seems like your refusal to admit your witchery means we must exact a confession the hard way. Oh, dear, oh dear," she mocked. "Betty, my sweet," she said, releasing the captive woman, "Please help me put her onto the table. And go get the water."

The two younger women and the man put the captive on the table. She was forced face up, her body still covered with her disheveled clothing, her raw back against the splintered wooden surface. "Now we need a confession out of you, and the reverand is a bit... testy. Your unwillingness to confess has actually made him quite... aroused." The woman looked at the pastor, who was standing between the captive woman's legs. He slowly lifted her skirt, as he looked down at her, his reddened skin still stinking of sweat from the work of beating her.

The young woman took a leadened cup of water and poured it on the captive woman's face. "Isn't it nice? Isn't it refreshing?" she mocked, pulling the bound woman's head back. "You will drink every drop of this water from this bucket, as your master fucks your pussy senseless. Having him stick his big hard dick into your slit is the least you can do for the trouble you've caused."

 

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Mermaid's Blood
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=766553

It was all a haze.

It was all a haze to her, the young woman in the water. Her world seemed as diaphanous as the thin blue threads that embrace and flowed alongside her body. She felt as if drowning, falling deeper, deeper into the water around her. Above she could just see the light, fading as she was consumed by the depths.

"I want to help her, to learn from her! Please!" A voice echoed around her, as sleepy drowsiness began to consume her. Her heart suddenly beat, as she felt herself sinking, a little slower. She could barely feel it. She felt an unusual warmth along her neck, touching her, lightly. Gentle caresses along her flesh were vaguely felt by the drowning woman, floating in the otherly world water. The young woman's arms began to gradually feel life again, as she could notice some sort of sensation along her skin. It was warm, accepted, not unwelcome. The feeling of light against her breasts was especially pleasant. It was a feeling new to her, not often explored. She could feel a sensation flowing from her bosom to the place between her legs. She began to rise up within the waters.

It was a feeling of forever here, down beneath the waters. She was, at first, in acceptance of her fate, to sink to the unknown dark depths alone, cold, forgotten. But as the light caressed her, she welcomed it, unsure of its meaning, welcoming the warmth, the light, the gentleness against her skin. Her legs were feeling warmer now, from cold limbs to warm living ones. She then felt a touch against her cheek. Again, there was light, yet she could just feel another feeling from it, one of a more primal emotion. The vague soft light was transforming into deeper wants, desires awakening, as she could feel her breasts a wanton splendor, shifting her heat to her core, the space between her legs. She almost felt a regret as the liquid sensation around her breasts left, only to descend slowly down her body, to her unshaven sex, her wet lips of desire.

"Please wake up," she could hear around her. Yet she did not want to. She wanted this feeling, these new feelings, to surround her, bathe her, perhaps even consume her. Take her further, bring her to the light of the water. On the surface, her body began to move, her back arching, her mouth opening with pursed lips, her nipples erect. Her body glistened under the oil, as her hands reached to the back of the head of the merwoman between her thighs. She opened her legs a bit, shifting unconsciously in response to the other woman. The young woman's own lips began to moisten, her own fluids intermingling with the oil applied to her skin, intermingling with the waters of the pool. An inaudible gasp was her only reply, though her response was not unwelcome.

 

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The Manor's Gardens
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=765810

"If its is a dream, may it be one we never wake up from." If his words were chilling, his warmth was not. He looked at her, as her hand slowly touched his shirt. It left a small trail of dirt, a small path of proof that she was there. He watched as she slowly undid his trousers, and gasped, just a little, as his member felt her warm fingertips in the cool forest air. With one hand, he caressed her chin, and brought her again to his lips. He kissed her deeply, his warm tongue entering past her lips, tasting the delicious succulence of her mouth. He moaned a bit, his senses flowing. Meanwhile, he took her fingertips around his member and touched them, encouraging her to hold his tumescene within her fingers, feeling the stiffness, the warmth, of his hardening wanting member. He slowly moved her hand up and down the shaft, murmuring encouraging words as he continued to kiss her. "It is real, is it not?" he whispered, his lips sucking her tongue between warm gasps. A little trail of clear sticky liquid emerged upon her fingertips, and they shared a private smile as she lifted her skirt. "Fuck me now..."

"Here, let me help," he said, his clean hands touching her soft bloomers. He slowly pulled them down, revealing her soft sex. He placed his fingertips on her soft belly, and gradually lowered them to play with the triangle between her legs. "You are so warm," he said, sliding a digit within her swollen lips. "Does this feel good?" he sighed, taking her kiss within him once again. For long moments, he did naught but slide his fingertip along her slit, wettening her lips, gliding atop her own button. "I want to make love to you. I want to be within you, entering you, filling your quim with my shaft." With that, he placed the tip of his cock against her slit, and slowly slid in. "Oh, fuck me..." he gasped, feeling her tightness around his shaft.

 

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The Shamrock
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=739924

Jacqueline wore the most delicious pair of red high heeled shoes. They were red, tasteful, and very much open-toed. The showed off her well-manicured feet, the red toenails of which matched perfectly her shoes, even with the thin almost nude black stocking adoring her toes. "Why, certainly you may remove the ball. It is merely to..." she paused for a moment, her eyes looking up and her gloved fingertips touching her lips, "prime him for your services, as it were, she smiled. Upon hearing the young woman's suggestion, her smile became more wry, and she mock clapped her hands in adoration. "Oh, certainly we would love that", she smiled, perhaps using the royal we, perhaps not. "Do not mind the fabric between your tongue and my toes. Certainly it would enhance the experience knowing you will indeed work for my approval to remove my stockings, hmm??" Her eyes lit as they narrowed. Drinking in the young woman's ample bosom, Jacqueline continued. "My man will indeed lick and taste your toes. He is well-trained in that. Perhaps a little later..." Jacqueline opened her purse and fished out what appeared to be a rather out of place box cutter. "Use this on him. I fully expect you to shread every inch of clothing from his body. Leave the collar on, of course," she smiled. "Ah, a dish for my little man. How lovely!" Jacqueline again put her hands together in approval.

 

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Policewoman
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=736889

"You want it in your ass? You want it in your sweet little ass?" Rory groaned as she shoved his cock into her puckered tight hole. "Oh... god, your ass feels good! So fucking good!" He groaned again, as he started to fuck her tight asshole. "Yeah! Suck that baton! Fuck that fake coke with your dirty little mouth, you fucking whore!" He suddenly grasped one of her tits, holding the firm soft orb in his hand. With the other hand, he reached down for her pussy, and stuck a finger into her slit. "God, you're wet. You're so fucking wet!" he moaned, every slam into her ass forcing her slit to accept his probing fingers. "Now, come for me, baby! Come all over my cock! Come!"

 

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The Ride of Her Life
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=744401

Through hidden cameras, Jacqueline watched as Candace licked her own fluids from her fingertips. Jacqueline smiled. She loved Michelle's talent at seducing men -- and women -- to star in these "hidden videos". Jacqueline wondered if Candace would be a candidate for regular films as well. Michelle was certainly a professional. Despite all the fucking and sucking, she was ready for more. Jacqueline felt just a little bit of envy as Michelle could still stand up and walk her new candidate to the bathroom in the next room.

Michelle, meanwhile, was drinking in Candace's beautiful body. Michelle's oil-scented fingertips were rubbing against Candace's smooth skin, feeling the different sensations of toned flesh, and firm softness. The massage oil was warming in her hands, as they rubbed her neck... shoulders... down her back. Michelle finally cupped Candace's breasts from behind, her fingertips playing and tweaking her new lover's nipples. Her own lips sought Candace's, though not without first nibbling and biting Candace's neck, her nips on Candace's nape matching the pinches and tweaks on Candace's firm nipples. Michelle finally kissed Candace, firm and deep, her hands firmly grasping Candace's tits. They shared a moan, Michelle pressing her own firm breasts against Candace's back, sliding her breasts against her oily back. Michelle let a low moan as she knew her own pussy juice was leaking out of her wet soppy slit.

Suddenly, Michelle was in Candace's arms, enraptured by the older woman seduced. "You're wonderful... you're wonderful..." she breathed, gasping between kisses, tongues lashing as oiled bodies pressed tightly against each other. Their lovemaking was to begin again, before the water filled the tub. Michelle found herself kissing Candace again, desperately seeking an outlet for her passion between Candace's lips. "Mmmm..." she moaned, deeply tongueing Candace, tasting her warmness in her wet wanton mouth. Michelle watched as Candace broke the kiss, and sought Michelle's firm, erect breasts. "Oh, kiss them... suck them... slide your tongue all over my nipples," she gasped, grabbing the back of the older woman's head and pressing them against her breasts. Michelle groaned as Candace took her in. Michelle responded by pressing Candace even more deeply into her breasts, soft yet firm, yielding and sensitive.

"Make love to me again." Candace's words echoed throughout Michelle's body, tingling and foreshadowing the orgasm Michelle wanted with Candace. Michelle looked deeply into Candace's eyes, and slid towards the otherside of the tub. The tub was longer than a regular bathtub, large enough for two. Michelle lifted Candace's leg, and grasped some wet soap, smearing it against Candace's pussy. The soap roughly dissolved in Michelle's hand, partially lathering. She began to rub Candace's pussy, as her own became hotter and wetter and more demanding. "Does this feel good? Do you like my wet fingers on your pussy?" Michelle panted, sliding herself and her new lover together, closer in the tub. She soon had her pussy sliding against Candace's inside thigh, the soapy residue heightening the sensual pleasure of labial lips against smooth skin. Michelle now pressed her slit against Candace's and began to grind, fucking her new lover in the bath.

 

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Dare
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=767191

The boy couldn't help it. His teenage cock was growing by the minute, as the three nymphomaniacs began to make his hard-on even harder. Betty's breasts didn't overwhelm him, but, damn, if he didn't enjoy the sight -- and feel -- of those big black titties smacking his face right and left. Sadly, he didn't have a chance to play with them, before Betty fell back onto the bed, her head at the foot of the bed, and her feet near his pillow. Suddenly, he felt the covers of the bed fly off, as the girls giggled at -- and complimented -- his nakedness. Before he had a chance to reply, Annie was on top of him. sucking his nipples, deep and hard. As she slid down his body to his cock, her flat stomach, pressed against his hard cock, slid as well, against the sensitive underside of his fucking raging cock. Jerry let out a groan of approval, as Annie's mouth engulfed his fucktool.

"Oh, god, Annie..." he groaned, his penis sliding deep within her mouth. His cock quickly began to become slick and glistening with her saliva, liberally applied to his hard stiff tool. Her delicious tongue slid up and down his thick organ, occasionally resting and sliding on top of his red-purple mushroom. The wonderful wet feeling made him moan with excitement -- especially since he knew the other girls would somehow be involved.

“This is a punishment Jerry, so just don’t look at me!” Jenny declared. Betty merely giggled. The whole thought of Jenny going down on a fake plastic cock while Annie was giving Jenny's own brother head gave her a quiet laugh. However, Jenny's sucking on Betty's massive breasts made her groan out loud.

"Murrr... that feels so good..." Betty moaned. She squirmed a bit, feeling that wonderful tingle from her titties to her pussy. "She sucks breasts just as good as you," she teased. "Must run in the family," she mused, only hinting of how Jenny's and Jerry's mother, Bitsy, tongue-teased Betty's marvelous breasts, then finger-fucked her wild in their own car. She wondered if Al banged Bitsy in that car, as they conceived two horny children of their own. "Yeah... suck that cock. Suck that motherfucking cock..." Betty cooed as Jenny went down on her. "I bet you sucked a good many cocks, you dirty little whore..." Betty caressed Jenny's beautiful silken hair with her chocolate fingertips. Betty turned to Annie and watched her suck Jerry. "Like that, Jerry? She fuck your cock as well as I do? Enjoy that, dirty little boy?" Jerry's intensifying groans were his only response. Betty then continued, "No fair that your naughty bits are the the only ones stimulated," Betty smiled, slowly inserting a finger into Annie's wet pussy. "You like that finger in your pussy, you naughty Asian girl? Hmmm?" Betty continued fingering her friend's wet slit. "Now, Jerry, you gotta follow the rules too. Stick those fingers into that pussy. I know you can do it..." Betty smiled, sliding her fingers a little faster.

Jerry started. He hesistated at first, but Annie's deep wonderful throating had him in a haze of lust and obeyance. He gradually slid a finger, then another, into his sister's pussy. Betty contineued. "I bet you like those fingers in your pussy. Tell me how much you like them." Alas, Annie was beginning to mount Jerry's member, leaving Betty to suck Annie's delicious pussy juices off her fingers. "You enjoy a little pussy juice too, Jenny dearie," said Betty, offering Annie's liquids to Jenny as Jenny mounted Betty's strap-on. Jerry, meanwhile, did the same, offering his fingers to Annie. Watching her, he marveled that this was the first time not only that he touched his sister's private parts, that some woman was now sucking Jenny's juices from his fingers! Annie's tight slit clamping down on his hard rigid cock returned him to slightly more pressing matters... Her rising and falling on his cock felt incredible. Her slick chambers made him groan, loudly, as she pounded her tight little Asian pussy on his thick fucking cock.

"Fuck me... god, fuck me..." he moaned, plunging his cock upward into Annie.

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"Fuck! What are they doing?" cried Al. Jenny's room was between her brother's and her parent's. Now that Jenny and her friends were in her brother's room, the parents couldn't hear anything through the walls. Al and Bitsy's bed was against the wall between them and Jenny, with Bitsy closest to the wall. Feigning concern but mostly voyeur, Al and Bitsy "agreed" to give their daughter some freedom, but weren't above listen in to her lustful escapades. They would hear her fuck one of her young men (or young women) while screwing themselves silly in their own room.

Tonight was no exception, as Al's hardy stiff cock poked out of his boxers, sliding against the smooth silky nightie his wife wore when Jenny's "friends" were around. As the tip of his cock spread precome against his wife's thinkly closed ass, his own hands were groping her breasts, grasping and tweaking her firm hard bosom. As he turned her head to kiss and tongue her, it was evident that their concern for Jenny's welfare had to wait, called on account of some hard steamy parental fucking.

 

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The Manor's Gardens
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=765810

He gasped and moaned, as her tongue slid within his mouth, as her hand slid across his hard member. Just as his cock was warming her exploring fingers, was his fingers feeling the heated core of the woman he was kissing. "Mmmm..." he breathed, his tongue further probing, further wet, with each stroke they shared on their fingertips. With her words encouraging him, he reluctantly let go, placing his wet fingers around his cock, slowly sliding it into her hex. "Ohhhh...." he moaned, as her wetness engulfed him, her slick tightness securing his member as her fire took him. He kissed her again, heavily breathing as his tool pressed back and forth within her heated core.

The tree seemed to cradle her, as he took her legs around his back. His hips thrust deeply, as he sent his rigid member within her tight wet slit. "Oh, yes, please FUCK me..." he breathed, with every word forcing his hard rigid cock into her. His breath became deep and warm, as he fucked her. He pressed her upwards, her heaving bosom available to him. He tore -- no, pulled -- down her top, exposing her firm heaving breasts. He looked deeply into her eyes, a wanton lust long overtaken him, as he groped her wonderful soft bosom. His fingertips curled around her nipples, alterating pinching and squeezing them. He finally bent downwards, feeding himself her ripe orbs, slathering his wanton tongue, yet alternating with harsh nips between his teeth.

"I want you... I want you..." he moaned, her soft breasts massaging him, her tight cunt engulfing him. "I want you..." he breathed.

 

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The Ride of Her Life
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=744401

Michelle's body writhed, as wave after wave of orgasm-induced liquid came out of her body, intermingling with soap, water, and snatch. She panted, and sighed, loving, feeling the cooldown of orgasm, gradually subsiding from her lithesome body.

"You enjoyed that too, hmm?" she smiled, posing the obvious as a question. She then squeezed the water from her hair, trickling over her still soapy body. "Here," she smiled. Michelle then produced a wand, a showerhead with a long attachment to the side of the tub. "It's specially modified," she grinned, twisting the knob off the wand. The head at first emitted a spray, a fine mist, which Michelle lightly showered over Candace's glistening body. Michelle straddled Candace, bending forward within the mist, to kiss Candace again. At first, her kisses were light against Candace's lips, then more playful against her earlobes. "I know you like this," she murmured, taking in Candace's neck. She licked, then lightly bit, on the other woman's neck, the occasional flick of her tongue against Candace's misted skin. She slowly made her way towards the other woman's breasts, as the light mist descened upon their bodies, warm beads of water, mimicking the sweat of their heated bodies.

She then turned to lay side-by-side with the other woman against the side of the tub. Both ends of the tub were sloped, allowing them to comfortably, yet cozily, lie together within the white ivory walls of the tub. Michelle turned the head of the shower for a more pulselike action. "You're going to enjoy this one," she said, smiling at her newfound lover. She then turned the head towards Candace's breasts, the pulsating action of the showerhead throbbing against Candace's breast and nipples. The younger woman joined, sucking and licking the other woman's breast as the showerhead continued.

She turned the head again. This time, the tip of the shower sprayed a thinner, but stready, flow of water. Michelle placed the stiff, warm, hard, wandlike showerhead between Candace's breasts. Michelle again straddled the other woman and took her hands in her own, pressing them against Candace's wonderful breasts. Michelle mounted the showerhead between her pussy lips, and slid on it back and forth. Her hand reached behind her, to hold the showerhead, as she thrust it back and forth between Candace's breasts. "Hold you breasts together," the younger woman said, looking down. "I want to slide and fuck this steel hard cock while I fuck your breasts as well." Her own breath was becoming harder, as she slid her pussy lips against the shiny rigid metal surface. "Don't you like how my cock is cumming onto your chin and lips as I fuck your breasts?" she smiled, the throbbing hard metal head quietly spurting a neverending stream of heated liquid onto Candace. "I bet you'd like me to fuck you. Fuck you with this hard steel rod as I push my hips against you, sliding my cunny lips against yours while your pussy gets fucked full of steel hard cock."

EDIT: Showerhead with strap-on attachment?

 

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The Minister
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=768236

"Oh, my! She's so lively now!" smiled Abigail, in mock appreciation. Tituba's resistance to being held down caused Abigail to release her, prefering the angered minister to do the work.

"She's hurting me! She's hurting me!" cried Betty, pulling back. Tituba's fingernails did the work of scaring the childlike woman. "Oh, she's cruel! Cruel!" Betty cried, honest tears flowing down her cheeks. The minister merely raged, pressing the black woman down, his wrists bleeding from Tituba's nails. He pressed her down, as he tied down her wrists and ankles.

"You terrible terrible woman," Abigail continued, ladelling the water onto the bound woman. The water flowed less into Tituba's mouth than into her nose and eyes, stinging her with its wretched brackishness. "Perhaps you'll drown, no? Perhaps you will die under water as the village's minister fucks you senseless? Hmm?" Abigail smiled, another ladle of water filling Tituba's nostrils.

The man merely laughed, as he fouly rubbed Tituba's sex through her disheveled clothing. He then pulled up her dress, dirty from her beatings, then pulled and ripped apart her underthings. He released his member, throbbing and red as his own ashen face, and began to insert it into her unwilling slit.