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

"Ah! She has life in her yet!" Fair Abigail raised her palm to her rosy chin and feined mock surprise. "Our fair teacher has undone her restraints! Oh, whatever shall we do?" Abigail let out a mocking curl around her lips as her evil thoughts ran through her mischieveous scheming mind. "Oh, certainly I have a solution for Abigail's wandering hand. Oh Betty, get the clean linen, hmm???" Abigail looked down at the struggling woman. "You struggle so. Well, we'll put though violent thrashings to good use, my dear!" Abigail scowled at the slave woman and spat at her, a gob of gluely saliva spattering on the black woman's face. Betty returned with the clean linen. "Let's put this to good use, shall we?" Abigail began to wrap Tituba's hand in the linen, tightly. "Now, Betty, raise your skirt and expose your fine underthings. Show our dear Priest how much of a woman you are." Betty blankly smiled, obeying the other woman. She gradually raised her dress to reveal the sedate underwear underneath.

"Dear Uncle, does this not entice you? Does this not arouse you?" Abigail smiled, grabbing at Betty's skirt. She gradually drew Betty closer, closer to the struggling woman on the table, then grabbed the prone woman's arm. "Now, Betty, fuck her. Fuck her swathed hand. Let it rub through your underthings, rubbing against your netherregions. You want her, don't you Betty? You want her touching you, fucking your wet slit. Rub it over her hand. Now." Abigail's words were in hushed breaths. "And Uncle. Don't you love watching your daughter fuck your slave? How does your slave feel fucking you?"

Betty looked down at the slave upon the table, then obeyed the other woman. She closed her eyes as she descended upon the linened hand stretched from the table. She began to put her weight on it, and slid herself back and forth, at first slowly, upon the linened hand. The slave's arm dug into the table, forced awkwardly by the other woman's weight. Betty slowly gasped her underthings moistened by her willing crotch, seeking friction as it rubbed against Tituba's hand.

The raging man, meanwhile, was fucking Tituba. His hard cock tore deeply into her pussy, shoving the raw welts in her back into the splintered wood underneath her. His hands gribbed her breasts, squeezing them tightly, as he put his own weight on her prone body. "Uncle dear..." hissed Abigail, slowly pulling down the top of Betty's dress, "Whose breasts are more beautiful? Your loving daughter's, or your disobedient slave?" The minister then opened his mouth to suck Betty's tits, swollen from the stimulation between her loins. Abigail reached a finger onto Tituba's triangle, and began to rub, furiously. "Now come, you heathen witch. Come for the master and squeeze his cock dry. We have much to do, you dirty woman. Come!"

 

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

Forever... forever...

The young man's cock plunged deeply again, against the young woman. Her breasts filled his mouth as he fucked her, his swollen tool penetrating her heated core. He murmured something as he sucked furiously at the offered breast, his tongue dashing against the stiff nipple, his moans echoing around her aereola. "Oh, how I've missed you..." he sighed, feeling her wet silken walls around his cock. He kissed her again, sharing the wetness in his mouth with hers, his tongue dashing furiously as he plunged into her yet again. "Mmmmm..." he murmred. "I wanted to see you again..." His breath was a panting sweat, as he could feel himself build up. Her legs around his waist to his back, forcing him in again, matching the rhythm of his fuck. "I would look for you from my window. Wishing I could see you again. Wishing I could feel your warm hand, leading me again through the maze." He closed his eyes. He could feel the welling, the climax at the base of his staff, surging. He then groaned again, his white sperm swelling within him, erupting through his member to fill and coat the tightness around him. "Oh, god... Oh, god... I'm coming... I'm coming...."

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"Well? Aren't you coming? I took the damnest time trying to find you, child, and the gardeners are in an uproar!" The old man's back was to the sun, as it just made the silhoutte of her father looking down at her, in the grass. "They've never summoned anyone to the manor but me, and now I hear they want me to bring you as well! Oddest thing! Oddest thing I've ever heard!" The old man lent a hand to lift up his young daughter, and made his way down the hill, still muttering. "What do they want from us..." his voice trailed off.

But if he didn't know... perhaps she had the answer.

END

 

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Welcome to the Club
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=692654

Thanks to Angel for letting me resume this thread.

"They make a lovely couple, do they not?" The low close voice seemed to emerge from the shadows of the gardens. "No, don't turn around. Watch them. Enjoy them. It seems part of you pleasures at their sight already." A strong hand, a warm hand, gently touched the back of her shirt, feeling her warm self under the silken blouse. It was smooth, sensual, almost enhancing the fingertips of the man near her. It decended from mid-back to her bra, lightly tracing the clasp, moving back and forth along the strap.

"You have guessed correctly. Her name is Elizabeth. Let us say that she and I are close. Close enough to pledge our love together, yet, close enough to realize our want for more." The hand then traced a line down her back. It lingered at the top of her skirt, where the white silken blouse met the soft black fabric. His hand then slowly felt the softer cheeks of her bottom, only the top at first. His hands admired the round outline, as they made their way around the outsides of her bottom.

"Do you recognize him? Do you see the man with Elizabeth? His name is Bernard. She specifcally requests him, and she tells me what they do together when they're here. I also watch her, watch her fuck Bernard as I fuck one of the waitstaff here." His hands then lifted up her skirt, slowly, lightly. The fingertips then ran along the lacy black panties underneath, fully appreciating their quiet sensuality, as they played on her skin, between the soft flesh of the woman, and the yielding fabric of her panties.

"She enjoys the game. She enjoys the fuck while looking for me look at her. Our eyes transfix as I fuck someone. It is the most thrilling feeling of the evening." And as the fingers pushed aside the soft black fabric, a light unzipping from behind her signified the act Elizabeth was experiencing. Elizabeth's soft yet not inhibited moans echoed through the garden, as the firm hard head pressed against the outer then inner lips of the young woman. A low moan of the man began to echo the moans of the woman as well.

 

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Jacqueline smiled, nibbling at the end of the fine pen she used on fragrant stationary. It was a bad habit of hers, her red lips pulled into an almost enchanting glow. But she did love to play, play in her own way, as the girls around her succumbed to her most pleasant mischief. Some resisted to further enjoy her misadventures, some played a game whether or not they found it delightful, and others were honestly duped.

"Dear Sophie," the letter began, "I understand you have a birthday the day of graduation. As we are celebrating our last day here, I welcome you to our event so that you may, too, enjoy the day that is yours. Your dear friend, Jacqueline." There was some irony in her ending phrase, for Jacqueline was less known as a friend than as a rite of being. For if she smiled good fortune on you, you would enter a transition from girl to woman, from unsettled inexperience to confidence and understanding. In a way, it was much better than the awkward advances of a clueless determined man. Or, boy, as the case may be.

"PS," the letter ended, "Dress daintily beneath your uniform."

 

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Something I found in my mailbox. Anyone up to continue the story?


Sissy bobbed and weaved, ducked and turned, but finally Rave caught her and dragged her back to the picnic blanket to fall on her, wrapped in his arms and legs and pretty much unable to do anything but wiggle.

"Oh, but Grandma, what big teeth you have!" She laughed as he kissed along her neck. "What, oh what, are you planning to do with me?"

Under her clothes she wore a black bathing suit, hoping that the place they stayed at had a pool...but the beach was good as well, however before she thought she'd escape to the water she had more pressing needs...one what was pressing down on her quite heavily actually.

She wiggled and shifted and rubbed her thigh between his legs.

"Oh, Grandma! What a big....Well, Grandma, what is that down there?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "Is it a present for me?"

Trapped as she was there wasn't much she could do with her hands, so she ran her fingernails lightly over the seams of his jeans on his inner thighs.

*****

Rave giggled back. He enjoyed both her sense of humor -- and her fingersnails up and down his inner thighs.

"Mmm..." he said, nibbling on her neck. "Grandma has a big and wonderful present, and he's gonna eat you up!" Rave playfully growled into her, as his nibbles became persistent licks and teasing, his own hands unwrapping the gift underneath him. He first pulled up her tshirt, pinning her arms underneath. "Why, Red, what fine tits you have," he smiled. He licked the top of her exposed cleavage, gently running his fingers across the tops of her breast. He then unsnapped the top button of her jeans, and pulled down the zipper. "Why Red, what a smooth shave you have," he smiled.

He unzipped his own jeans, allowing his cock free. It pressed against the slim fabric of his boxers, as he lowered it against her exposed bikini bottom. He began to rub himself against her. "Now guess what's big and it certainly isn't teeth," Rave smiled.

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She bit her lip and looked up at him. "You gonna make me take that big, big thing into my small, small box? You gonna make me squeal like the three little pigs and eat me all up?" She laughed.

She licked him from his chin to his lower lip while her fingers continued to tease whatever she could reach. "Make me..." She said. "Make me do what I want, but make me."

She was hot and wet and the miles on the road with that machine between her legs had her throbbing for hours before he even touched her. Now he was teasing her with slow undressings.

 

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Graduation
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=779226

Jacqueline smiled, her thin red lips parting to reveal her glistening white teeth. "She's here..." Jacqueline breathed to herself, as she spied the young woman walking up the driveway. Jacqueline gave a slight laugh as she left her upstairs bedroom to greet her young guest at the door. "Well, thank you for coming," she smiled, extending a friendly hand to Sophie. "Please, the party's already started."

Michael felt cramped. He had been sitting in this cake for at least an hour, after showing up at the party. Jacqueline had found him fucking some of the girls -- not a wise idea when he was the boyfriend of Sophie. Jacqueline felt just a tad protective of "her girls", although this was less to protect them than to reserve the delight of corruption for herself. Michael had been suitably disguised -- dark sunglasses, dyed black hair, fake moustache, and even a tanning cream that colored his more pale body.

Taking the young woman's hand, Jacqueline lead Sophie to the backyard, where other girls gathered. They turned to her, almost in unison, as Jacqueline announced, "The birthday girl is here...." The others squealed and smiled, as if participating in a wonderful joke all but dear Sophie knew about. A rather ostensible low armless lounding chair beckoned towards Sophie, as if to lay back and enjoy the festivities around her. Certainly it gave her a view -- a rather large decorative cake in the middle of the yard, with the words, Happy Graduation to All and Happy Birthday to Sophie.

 

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Proposal for a naughty D&D thread:

Oh, wait. How about a series of naughtily oriented death traps for our courageous duo?

Spoilers abound:

* The two are trapped in a horizontal tight passageway, all wet and warm, and fleshlike. As they progress, your character feels a mysterious sensation within her core. The passage is blocked by and odd sort of plug, roundish and with a slit...

* They find themselves in a mysterious Egyptian room, with human-like frozen statues. Some are broken, in states of panic, and others are whole, in compromising bliss. A slithering snakelike half-woman creature is entering the chamber, and the couple must decide quick how to fool her.

Okay, this might not be what you had in mind, but I think we'll have fun with it...!

 

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Proposal for a Pirate Thread:

Hmm. So my character kills the Captain (with the help of some mutinous crew), but assumes his identity because the Captain is on a mission for the oppressive Governor. My character wishes to meet face-to-face with the Governor to assassinate him. Needless to say, this is a suicide mission. Perhaps your character in the end seduces the Governor and poisons his drink, so she and her lover can escape?

Mmm... How about our first scene start with our characters in bed making love? At the end my character leaves yours a note of a tearful goodbye as he tells her he is off to kill the Captain. She wakes up and follows him, only to see them dueling. She sees (or thinks she sees) the Captain kill off my character, and plans to join the crew and all that.

 

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Welcome to the Club
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=692654

"Ah, yes. Your boyfriend..."

The low voice behind her approached her ear. "You do know that we have... recordings... of the various escapades around the club?" Fingertips began to massage her nipples, rubbing gently yet definitely through her blouse and lacy bra. "And that applicatons must be approved with a personal recommendation?" Same fingers slowly undid the middle buttons of her blouse. "Our dear Fiona quietly asks the staff if they know of an applicant and one of them knew you. Or at least your boyfriend." Another set of fingers gently slide aside her black lace panties, exposing her beautiful outer lips to the warm evening air. "She contacted him, and invited him in. And did you know what he did?" A fingertip paused at the touch of her slit.

"He fucked them." The voice near her ear was but a whisper, yet his words were clear. "Two of the girls served him drinks, but, soon after, they kissed. So lightly at first. So hesitatingly. But then he returned their touches, slowly undressing them, then faster." The fingerips at her blouse unbuttoned her, exposing her chest and belly. "His cock was massive. Huge. Eager for the finest pussy this estate can offer. The softest, wettest, slit a man can enter. And he did. He slid his cock into her, as the other girl kissed him. Dearly." Something much thicker than a finger was now at the young woman's slit. It rubbed, slowly, up and down her outer lips, a mushroom tip hinting of a thick hard pleasure. "And..." he said, sliding himself into her, "It felt like this."

 

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Proposal for a Hospital thread

"Gary wrestled at his restraints with rage. His mind was foggy how the got here. He, at best, recalled meeting someone at gunpoint, then blackness, then here. He pulled at his wrists, bound to the sides of the hospital bed, shaking the safety rails, rattling them again. His ankles were similarly bound, his attempts to kick futile but not unattempted. His screams of "Nurse! Nurse" had long ago devolved into that of gutteral rage, for rarely was there any point in summoning his captors.

During his times of lucidity, he tried staying sane, he tried determining where he was being held -- if he was at all. He found it unusual that he was alone in a hospital room, although the always-drawn curtain made him unsure what the room exactly looked like. The occasional peek was that he was in a semi-private room, but, if he was, why didn't the other person speak out when he screamed? Or had they done something to his infrequent co-habitant? Gary panted through exhausted breath, as he looked up at the blank ceiling and wall, painted thoroughly white and hiding any cracks and flaws. Was the room too perfect? His mind raced with theory after theory why he was here. They had sent other "nurses" to treat him, talk to him, "help" him. He wasn't sure if he had given them the information they needed, but they were still coming.

Huh. A new "nurse". The curtain was drawn, then closed, and a new woman showed up. He feigned a drowsy rest, waiting, testing, what she would do next."

 

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

"Tituba... Tiiiii-tuuuu-baaaaa..." A strange voice seemed to permeate the prone woman's soul. As she shut out the world around her, a strange ungulating echo sounded around what was left of her inner spirit. "ti... tu... ba..." It kept repeating, as if learning, or relearning, lost words from a disused voice. It wavered between male and female, between ethereal and existance, between liquid and air. "Do you seeek... do you seek revenge? Escape? Desire?" The voice seemed taunting... yet wavering... not yet sure of what promises to give to this woman. Yet speaking from a script it had said oft before.

She awoke, then, in a hazyness of thought. She needed her alacrity soon, for she was surrounded except in front of her, by men and women alike, taunting her, yelling at her, throwing all sorts of foul things at her. "THIS IS WHAT YOU GET, WITCH!" an anonymous sound from the shrieking crowd said, "FOR THE AWFUL AND UNHOLY THINGS YOU DID TO THEM!" Now what terrible events occured between the fucking on the table and her current predicament are unknown. And, given her state of being, not all that relatively important. For she was now hunched over, in tatters. Her arms were pinned to her back, and she could just barely walk -- if creeping on ones feet was walking -- on the cold stone gravel and stones on the path in front of her. Some sort of metal frame bent her body, so her knees touched her chest, as is she was folded like some obscene piece of paper. A slap to her ass followed by some leering raucious laughter was her prompt to move. "Get to the end of the road, witch!" someone shouted, "lest ye receive the punishment ye are due."

Another voice, no less loud but much more ominous, replied, "Nay, when it gets dark, she shall truly be punished!" followed by rought male laughter.

 

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Graduation
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=779226

Michael emerged from the cake, bits of frosting clinging to his falsely tanned body. His false mustache itched, but so did the space between his legs. Jacqueline had dressed him in a policeman's uniform, so he could wear the dark sunglasses, false mustache, and cap to hide his changed hairdo. He chest was quite real, though. A firm Jacqueline-inspired regimen resulted in a heavy chest, smaller waist and luscious legs (Jacqueline had him waxed), as he sauntered out of the cake. The white frosting clung to his blue polyester shirt, black tie, and black pants. He wore a brown baton, that suspiciously looked like it used batteries. He walked determinigly towards Sophie, the white frosting clinging to his tight pants and shirt. He stood, almost straddling her, as if challenging her. He crossed his arms.

"Care for some frosting? It tastes delicious."

 

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

Step by tortuous step. Inch my horrible inch.

The crowd soon grew tired of Tituba's prison, and dispersed to more needed duties. However, a few men lingered on, and some returned, as the sun set and work stopped. "Surprised to see you here," said one. "Not much else to do at night," laughed another. "She's not so bad." "Never fucked one of them."

The men grew restless, and one of them stepped into the road. He purposefully blocked her, forcing her to move around him. As she did, he would smile, cruelly, and move to the side, preventing her from going forward. Meanwhile, a man moved behind her, and felt up her bottom. He laughed as he occasionally slapped her behind, through the matted clothing.

"Going somewhere, missy?" the man in front of her snarled. "You know, if you don't make it to the end of the road," he smiled. Another smack on her ass. The man behind her was getting bolder, rubbing her bottom, sliding up the fabric, feeling her up. "Me and the boys can help you out. We need a favor from you, of course." Another smack to her ass. The man in front of her bent over and grabbed her by the hair. "We're gonna have our way with you. You can either be nice and we'll help you out, or you can be a pain, and we'll drag you back." His voice was cruel and gravelly. He then pulled down his pants, leaving her little choice. "Now, how about you start sucking on my cock and making me feel good? And get ready for some cock up your ass if you've never had it before."

 

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Graduation
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=779226

Michael smiled at Sophie's reception to his frosting offering. He watched as she licked the creamy whiteness of his fingertips. He looked at her, his wanting eyes hidden behind the shades. He could just imagine her sucking his fingers like his huge swollen cock, her lips wrapped around his fucktool like she was doing his digits. A little frosting fell on to her uniformed chest. "May I?" he asked, in an artificially husky voice. He lowered his lips to just under the ribbon of her school uniform, licking and moistening her white blouse. He hesitated to go lower, though not before he rubbed his lips above her firming tits. He then slid his tongue upwards, tracing the outline of her red ribbon, until he found her neck. He leaned forward, nearly covering her body with his, and whispered, "Are you enjoying this, sweetheart?" He then proceeded to lick and nibble her ear, his tongue sliding up and down her earlobe. Frosting dripped from his body, sweet foreshadowings of tasty come on his body.

 

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Welcome to the Club
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=692654

"Shh... my little sweet angel..." As the man behind her whispered in her ear, his fingertips caressed her nipples, slowly sliding across, occasionally pinching them. Her panties were long since shed, an ignoble heap of lace and frills around her ankles. His hard stiff staff slid into her tightness, his clear precome oozing and mixing with her wet slick juices. His fingertips across her clitty prompted slight sighings as he proceeded to fuck her. "Did his cock feel like *this*..." he whispered, pushing in deeper, her wet silken slit engulfing his huge hard cock. "Yes... yes..." his voice was a low sigh, savoring each and every entry into her delicious slit. "He fucked them. Hard..." he pushed again, a little more aggressively. "He fucked them long..." again, another thrust, deliberately slow and deep. "And he fucked so many of them..." He stepped back, her body still leaning on his, and sat in a white, elegant, chair. He positioned her to sit on his cock, and covered her eyes with one hand. His hand was still large enough for his pinkie to rub against her lips. "Suck... suck my fingers..." he said, a little less softly. With his other hand, he lifted up her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts to the night air, her blouse still tucked into her skirt. He continued fucking her underneath it, the black hem of her skirt covering up their wetness.

"Why, Andrew. You do start early." His hands still covered her eyes, but it was the voice of Fiona. "Thank you, Alice, for taking care of our guests. You are of a great help this evening." Fiona leaned forward, as if oblivious of Andrew's thrusts into the dainty Alice. Fiona gave Alice a light peck on the cheek of approval. "I'm afraid Elizabeth had to take care of matters for a brief moment. She left a guest in a fix and I would like you to take care of items. Or rather..." Fiona took Alice's hand and guided it to the dark fabric. A man stood in front of Alice, and looked down at her, her eyes still covered. Fiona's fingertips led Alice to the new man's tumescene, still quite ready within his formal black pants. "Or rather take care of one particular item. He is a most important guest, and I'm sure you know what to do with him."

 

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Tete-a-Tete
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=785029

I smiled at her after lunch. It was my sign that we were going to fuck again. I had my eye on her quite awhile, or at least for the last few weeks. A smile here... a touch on the arm there... perhaps even a joke or two. Eventually, I simply decided to take her. To fuck her, deep and hard. Climax in her mouth and pussy. It was unfortunately that I didn't fuck her snatch that week, but I love oral and I love climaxing on a woman's face. I want to see my sperm, a white trail of slime on a pristine jacket. I want to lift that tight little skirt so I can fuck that wet little slit underneath. She was there, there in the copy room, late on a Friday evening. I touched her shoulder, indicating I wanted sex. Then ran my hand down, cupping her firm breast. It felt good in my hands, the softness and knowledge I could do this to her, my personal fucktool for my hard pleasure. I continued to play with her body. As one hand kneaded and fondled her chest, the other felt her leg and slipped up her skirt. I could feel her bra through her top and slowly felt for her nipple.

"Nice..." I whispered, feeling her soft skin, just below my warm lips. My hand made its way under her skirt, feeling her outer thigh, then delicious ass. I gave it a good squeeze and pinch, as I began to claim her. I ran my fingertips underneath her stocking, then under her panties, tracing the pantyline underneath, almost reaching for her sex. Her response to me, of pushing her back against me told me many things, as my hardon was willing to reply. I could now feel her nipple, erect and firm, within my fingertips, still pressed against her bra. I blew into her ear, my hot breath as heated as the blood in my thick firm cock, now pressed firmly against her.

“I want you to suck me Darcy," I hissed, my cock its own sort of snake. She stiffened, perhaps both at my firmness of cock and heated words. I wanted her lips around my me, sucking heavily, fucking me with her sweet lips and wet tongue. My fingertips played with her panties, delicious underthings for my pleasure alone. “Suck my cock for me Darcy,” I said. I pressed her down to the floor, my hands against her shoulderpads, my hands in her pristine hair. I wanted her sliding her wet mouth against the underside of my cock, coaxing my sticky salty precome into her, as I fucked her tender lips with my hard stiff cock.

She said something, as I unzipped my slacks. My cock sprung out, my delicious manhood ready for her to suck. It was stiff, yet hung there, a snake mesmerizing my little bird. I watched her pretty eyes become large as saucers, as she realized at the blessing of my engorged cock. I looked down at her again, smiling, as she gripped my member and looked up at me. She was my delicious little toy, her tongue sliding underneath my firming, stiffening cock. I groaned a bit, as she begun to take me, my red purple mushroom disappearign within her petite little mouth. I wanted more, as I pulled her hand, forcing my thick hard member down as far as possible into her slattern wet throat. I fucked her mouth, my hand at the back of her head forcing her to take my stiff swollen tool down her hot wet throat. I could just imagine my precome, sticky and salty, mixing with her saliva in the back of her throat. I pressed her firm, her thick hard gagging causing her to rub her throat against my hard spongy head. I could feel myself rise, the feeling of one's balls beginning to recede into the body, the tightness at the base of the balls to send the splash of hot sticky come into a woman's mouth.

“Not on my face, please,” I heard. Barely aware of her plea, I pressed again her face against my cock, this time more firmly. I buried her face into my hair, and pushed almost deeper into her mouth. Cursing my quickness, my cock started to erupt, sending freely the white hot sticky come into her mouth, flooding it with delicious salty cream. Her coughs encouraged me to spasm, thrusting my sperm deeply into her, nearly overflowing her mouth. The timing, perhaps, was fortuitous, as her phone rang and I smiled. I looked down at her at contentment, and said but a few words.

“Next Friday Darcy, and don’t wear any panties.” I turned away from her, leaving her to whatever fate the phone ring was about. A husband? A boyfriend? Perhaps a dinner with her friends. Whatever it would be, it would be with the stain of my come on her beautiful delicious lips.

The next week was uneventful. I left a note to her that she was not to touch herself between her legs or upon her breasts. During a meeting, I had her sit next to me, my left hand resting upon her thigh. I slid my fingertips underneath her skirt, and rubbed her outer thighs with my fingertips. I then pulled her thigh aspread, allowing my fingers access to her dirty pantied snatched. I rubbed her slit, up and down, with my fingers, as the meeting progressed. I slid them around her nub, pressing my fingertips into the silken dark fabric. Another time, we were in the escalator, fully packed with other people. I ran my hands up and down her ass, feeling for the crack between her cheeks, and, again, feeling up the skirt. My hardon pressed against her backside, slowly, methodically, riding up her as the elevator rose. The next time was at the water fountain. She had bent over for a drink, and I grasped her breast, kneeding the soft firmness with my hand, pressing the flesh between my fingertips. Her nipple responded as she drank, the water dripping off her chin as I tweaked her precious nub.

It was now Friday and the others had left the building. Just me and her, my cock and my delicious little fucktoy. I made my way, my swollen member apparent within my tailored pants. I leaned over the half-wall cubile and looked at her. "Ready?" I said. It was not a question. It was a command for her to prepare herself for the evneing. I looked deeply into her eyes and reached down, my hand cradling her beautiful chin. I lifted her from her seat and kissed her, my tongue forcing itself between her lips as I groped her with my other hand, feeling again for those tits. I squeezed her breast, firm, soft, through the familiar bra. Still holding her chin, I began to undress her, my hand ripping off her blouse, her buttons falling to her desk. My hand moved slowly from her chin to her throat, as I face fucked her with my tongue, thrusting deep and wet inside of her. I let go, a trail of wet saliva crossing between our mouths. I wiped my face with my hand. I gripped her wrist, and led her towards the stairwell. The less used copy machine room was upstairs, but I had plans for her here. Closing the heavy door behind us, I forced her against the wall, her breasts pushed into the cold concrete in front of her. I lifted her skirt and smiled, "Good, good. No panties. And look..." I stuck a finger between her legs and felt for her wetness of her pussy. "You're all fucking wet. You wanted it all day, didn't you? No. All week. You wanted my fucking cock in your pussy the whole goddamn week. You're a whore. A fucking whore." I raised my hand and slapped her ass. "Tell me you're a whore. Your my own fucking whore and I'm going to stick my cock in you." I unzipped my pants, releasing my monster, already seeping precome. I slapped the head of my cock against her ass, the sticky wet clear fluid grazing her ass. I then slapper her ass again, the stinging enhanced by my liquid clearness. "Except I'm not gonna stick my cock in your pussy just yet. Oh, no. I'm gonna stick it up your ass. Your tight fucking ass. Your tight dry fucking ass." And with that, I put the head of my cock at her bunghole opening and forced myself in.

 

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

"Ha, ha!" said the man in front of her, lifting her by the hair. "The witch can barely move, but truly, she can certainly speak!" He bent down, still pulling at her hair. A slap to her cheek. Once. Twice. "Now, haughty one, will you succumb to our desires, or will we simply have to take you?" Four hands lifted the restrained woman off the ground, shaking her, turning her upside down. The men sniggered, their helpless toy restrained by the device. "Oh, ho," said the man. "The boys have decided to make that decision for you!" They turned the woman upside down, still folded like a piece of cloth. Her spanked ass was red and faced the man. He spat on his hand and spanked her again, stinging her abused posterior. He then inserted his finger into her asshole, twisting it, turning it. "Does this feel better than my cock in your mouth? Do you prefer this to sucking me off?" He let loose a low bellow of sadistic joy. He then began to fuck her ass, violating her with his misshapen fingers. "This is nothing compared to my cock," he sneered, staring into the woman's face with his thick hearty beard. "But first, I will fuck you. I will take my cock into your deep wretched pussy and fuck it. I will fuck you so hard you will scream. Fuck you so hard you will wish you were dead. BOYS!" he yelled, "Lower her just enough and keep her upside down!" The men complied, smiling as they held the device. Releasing his cock, he slid the tip onto her slit, feeling its dry resistant lips. "Perhaps if you do not wish to fuck my cock with your mouth, I should put it in it's proper place?" he smiled, slowly sliding it it. "Now hold the wench firmly as I fuck her," he said, his cock disappearing within her pussy. "Regardless of whether or not she is conscious, I shall have my fill!"

 

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Graduation
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=779226

His response was but a sly winsome smile, as he continued to fondle her breasts. Cameras clicked and so did the tongues of the girls as he became more bold and daring. He was now stradding her, his groin just above hers, a mock thrusting and grinding belieing -- or indicating -- his thick, raging hardon. He looked down upon her as he sat up, his fingertips still caressing her breasts, pinching here, groping there. He had removed the ribbon of her blouse, and now was working on her buttons, exposing her, one button at a time. He spread the her blouse so that her bra was in view, and he licked his lips. Nestling down again, her took one of her breasts in her mouth and sucked, feeling her nipple through the flimsy yet satiny fabric around her breast. He nibbled her, biting down teasingly.

 

[scribe_m]

Welcome to the Club
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=692654

Fiona smiled as her guests were taken care of. She bent over, lightly, to pick up the dropped champagne and cradled it in her arms. She then bent over again, to pick up Alice's panties, and allowed the aroma of Alice to gently meet her senses. The scent of the flowered garden and of Alice's beauty intoxicated dear Fiona. She alternated kissing lightly the young man between Alice's lips, and caressing Alice's hair. Inserting her tongue between the young man's lips, she moaned, just a little, gracefully as he was being serviced. She then broke the kiss, and poured the champagne at a nearby table. The bubbles gently trickled upwards, as the sound of fucking melted into the background. She put her lips to the drink and sipped. But she didn't swallow. Instead, she walked gracefully to Andrew, his eyes closed as his cock entered Alice slowly, steadily. She kissed him, allowing the bubbling liquid to flow between their lips. Andrew leaned back, smiling, his hard cock fully penetrating Alice's warm pussy. He moaned, the champagne trickling from his lips. Fiona kissed him again, licking the fine wine off his chin and jaw.

She then proceeded to the other man and joined him, looking down at Alice's lips around his cock. Fiona dabbed her fingers within the champagne and offered it to the other man, who greedily sucked them. Fiona smiled. She then lifted his shirt, exposing more of his taut belly, and began to slowly dribble the champagne to the base of his cock. She watched, as the trickle of champange flowed down his cock, his balls, his legs. But mostly down to the tip of his cock where Alice was sucking. "Drink", she said, looking down at the young woman.

Emptying the contents of the glass, she left the trio fucking and refilled the glass, along with three more. She leaned back on the table, sipping, and observing her guests and Alice. Fiona raised an eyebrow as Andrew began to contort his face. She put her own glass on the table, took one of the champagne glasses and attended to the fucking trio. Andrew gasped, sending his hot sperm into Alice's quim. But not without pulling out, sending showers of hot come onto Alice's back. Fiona leaned down to take Andrew's cock in her hand, to milk him of his salty come. She chose, however, to place the glass just under Andrew's cock, allowing some of the heated sperm to enter the glass of the champagne. With dainty fingertips, Fiona took several large drops of semen from Alice's back to the glass as well. She sipped it, just a little, savoring the delicious taste.

And the man in front of Alice groaned. Fiona ran her fingertips through Alice's hair, adjusting Alice's hair to a semblance of respectability, as the man shot his come all over Alice's dainty face. Streams of come ejaculated towards her, some unavoidably landing upon her hair. The rest dripped off her forehead, cheeks, and lips. Again, Fiona grasped the humongous cock and milked the semen into the glass. "Drink,' she said again, offering the glass to Alice. "I'm sure these men are quite satisfied." Collecting the other three glasses, she offered two of them to the other men. "Wouldn't you agree?" Fiona smiled. Upon quaffing the champagned, she then turned to Alice. "We have facilities for you to clean off. You will then proceed to the gazebo where another is waiting. He is in a hot tub, so you need not be concerned of drying yourself off."

 

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Graduation
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=779226

I began to suck and lick... teasing... suckling... nibbling... biting... I eventually pushed up her bra, exposing her wonderful tits, her beautiful aereolas. I kneeded her breasts, massaging them, feeling their soft firmness within my hands. My cock was hard, needy, grinding against her skirt as best as I could, my wanton tumescense ready to burst. I then remembered. I was wearing male stripper pants, of thin fabric, ready to be torn off at a moment's notice. Still stradding her, with my knees on the seat of the lounge chair, I straddled her chest, grasping her breasts and rubbing them against my hard stiff cock in my tight black pants. I could almost feel her softness against my dick, fully hard and definitely within her view. I was wearing tight black underwear underneath by pants, so I took her hands and guided her, slowly ripping off my gyrating hips as my cock was slowly released. It sprung, still confined within my underwear, but noticably hard, stiff, pressing against the fabric pointing at her. I ran her hands up and down my cock, through the even thinner fabric of my underwear. I could just feel it, her hands coaxing the precome out of my mushroom-tipped cock, ready to burst and fuck her in front of everyone. I guided her fingertips now to the top of my underwear, her luscious fingernails touching my waist and oh so near the head of my wanton demanding cock.

 

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Wonder Woman
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=789696

Fausta : http://dc.wikia.com/wiki/Wonder_Woman_Episode:_Fausta:_The_Nazi_Wonder_Woman
Gudra: http://dc.wikia.com/wiki/Gudra
Spear of Destiny: http://www.cosmicteams.com/jsa/spearofdestiny/spear.htm

"Note: In pre-Crisis continuity, the Sphere of Influence affected only those heroes with mystical abilities or an unusual vulnerability to magic. The heroes most at risk included the Spectre, Dr. Fate, Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, the Shining Knight, Johnny Thunder’s Thunderbolt, Sargon the Sorcerer, Zatara, and Earth-S’s Captain Marvel (and the rest of the Marvel Family). Non-magical metahumans (e.g., Johnny Quick, the Ray, the Human Bomb), heroes whose powers were derived from purely mechanical sources (e.g., Robotman, Commander Steel, Starman), or heroes with no superhuman powers (e.g., Manhunter, Wildcat, the Americommando) were not affected."

JSA: http://www.wonderwoman-online.com/jsa.html

"Can you hear me? Can you hear me?" The woman of steel slammed down her communicator in her unseen cockpit and grimaced. The Spear of Longinus had been traced to this German state, and her team members had been split up to retrieve it. She cursed her inability to call her team mates. They underestimated the power of the Spear. She braced herself for the impact. Her plane survived crashes beyond this, but she could feel her mind sapping, her strength weakening... or was that the effect of the Spear? Her mind became foggy as the plane crashed, the worst moment, sending her to unwanted oblivion. Her last thoughts were of her homeland gods, as the grey-coated troops descended upon her...

"Schnappt euch die Frau!! Nehmt sie gefangen!" She could hear the troops's orders, as they pulled on her hair, dragging her through the dirt. Her strength and will were already sapped from the initial attack of the Spear. At best, she could writhe and tear at the hands forcing her. Soon, her wrists were bound, as she was thrown into a covered truck. Nervous, shivering soldiers looked down at her, as lay down in on the floor. Her eyes teared, yet still fired defiance. No man would take down this Amazonian warrior. The ground was bumpy, as her head jumped up and hit the floor again and again. She soon learned to crane her neck, as she stared at her cowardly guards.

Eventually, she was blindfolded, and led into some sort of internment. She was more emotionally weary than physically, but could still feel the Spear sapping her strength. The cold air of the prison walls made her shiver. She didn't recognize the feeling -- although her costume did not cover her legs, shoulders, or arms, she would scarcely recognize the elements. But in her condition, she began to feel the cold weather permeate her bones. Her mind was still a fog, a grey landscape of cloudiness. Blindfolded and bound, she could occasionally hear the murmurings and shouting of her prison guards. She smiled to herself -- men had tried to dominate her before, but no man succeeded.

She was soon moved to deeper, lower, quarters. The wet air seeped into her bones, the chains felt heavier. She was spread eagle against the wall, yet allowed to wear her costume. She soon heard footsteps approaching, ones she could feel were somehow different than the mouselike skitterings of her previous guards.

No man.. yet the clacking of heels on stone ground told her otherwise.

 

[broomstix]

Posting here at Scribe's request to help him with his German a bit (and whip him if he gets it wrong-oh the joys of being a budding switch!)

"Schnappt euch die Frau!" - "Go grab that woman!"
"Nehmt sie gefangen!" - "Take her prisoner!"

More useful phrases as needed...

 

[broomstix]

Double post

 

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Graduation
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=779226

I groaned, feeling her soft wet mouth around my cock. I closed my eyes, impervious to the giggling and noises of the women around me. Cameras clicked and so did tongues, as the woman in front of me sucked. I love getting my fucking cock sucked. I love it when a woman slides her tongue up and down my most sensitive underside of my cock. I held her head against my fucking cock, sending my hard hot staff deep into her mouth. Her hands felt wonderful against the base of my cock, my balls reacting to the occasional brush of her fingertips. I groaned, her succulent mouth racing up and down my hardened shaft. "Suck it! Fuck his cock" the women around me shouted.

I opened my eyes. I was amazed, but not surprised, to see a blonde girl sit behind Sophie. She began to massage Sophie's breasts, tweaking her nipples, rolling them behind her fingers. "Does he taste good? Does he taste good?" she smiled, licking Sophie's ear as Sophie sucked hard on my cock. She squeezed hard on Sophie's breast, then slid her hand down Sophie's skirt. I could tell she was rubbing Sophie, searching for her clit. "Do you want his cock in your pussy? Do you want his cock in your slit like my finger is doing to you now?" she moaned.

Sophie's mouth on my cock... another woman playing with her... this was turning out to be a great party indeed.

 

[scribe_m]

Hentai and Unicorns and Loli, Oh My!

"GRARRRR!!! HRARRRRR!!! URRRGGHHH!!!"
"What? Are you constipated again, Dad?"
"NO! My insolent daughter!"
"I'm you're son!"
"Then why do you persist in wearing women's clothing?"
"Because they're fucking hand-me downs! And I'm older than she is!"
"Insolent daughter!"
"SON!"
"Insolent daughter, do you see what's in my hand?"
"A white dried out piece of poop?"
"NO! Wait. YES! Waitaminute...."
"And why the hell am I wearing this gothic lolita shit when I'm the OLDER brother?"
"YES! Here it is! Behold!"
"Looks like a sharpened white dong."
"NO! Wait. NO! Insolent daugther! It is a rare aphrodesiac more mighty than the rhinosaurus horn! The tiger's whisker! Love Potion Number Nine!"
"Actually the part of the tiger that's the aphrodesiac is..."
"QUIET, insolent daughter!"
"SON!"
"The unicorn's horn is the most powerful aphrodesiac known to man!"
"You still haven't explained why you were making those weird constipated noises!"
"I seek more of the horn! You must dress in your most maidenly outfit and seduce a unicorn!"
"We live in a fucking Japanese shrine! Where the hell are we going to get a unicorn?"
"You must have faith!"
"We're fucking Shinto! We don't need faith!"
"You must have faith that you can seduce a unicorn with your feminine wiles!"
"I'm your SON!!!"

The old man paused.

"Indeed you are. I now must continue my chants of summoning, to release the demon sealed inside of you. The demon whom I must bring forth to satiate the insane lusts of your younger sister! Who has a really hot body! I now chant again, GRARRRR!!! HRARRRRR!!! URRRGGHHH!!! COME FORTH GREAT DEMON TO SATIATE YOUR DESIRES UPON MY ONLY DAUGHTER!!! BRING FORTH YOUR LUSTS UPON HER LICENTIOUS SOUL!!!"

Suddenly, the younger man convulsed. He screamed as his chest opened, releasing an unholy light of spewing vapor. His body burned, turning his chest into a rabid flame, ungulfing him with burning fire. His arms wetly melted, transforming into hideous slithering appendages. Another scream, as his body stretched, transformed, horns erupting from his skull, a tail from his body, and... two cocks. They twitched, unmercifully, as they sought young flesh to fuck and devour. Another gutteral eruption left his body, as he turned towards the house, to find his sister.

"Hmm..." said the old man, picking up some burnt fabric. "Maybe I should have made him strip first!"