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Modern Age

Man, I just love living in the Modern Age. Technology is such a wonderful thing -- and so sexy too! Here I am, all frillied up for my lady, kneeling before her with her collar around my throat, with her hand on the back of my head pressing my face into her beautiful, beautiful pussy, and with my tongue working all over that gorgeous clit of hers as I try to coax it into becoming a cock. Yes, it is true that if you lick it hard enough and lick a clit well enough it can become a cock. At least in this day and age -- the Modern Age. The age of high tech body mods. Damn, I love high tech! Back in the 90's I don't think anyone was even dreaming of stuff like this when they first announced that Human Genome project. The so called "map" it initially produced of the human genetic code wasn't really worth much, at first. I mean, yeah, it was a "map," of sorts. Kinda like saying some image which shows the shape of the continents is a "map." That's

Don't Bet on Football

When he opened the door, there wasn't much talking. We both knew why I was there. He lives in a small subdivision in the middle of nowhere, built around a lake away from town. The houses out there are modest, but his had a nice view of the lake. As soon as I walked in, I reached out and rubbed his cock. He was wearing all black. Black panties, black bra and black stockings. He groaned as i felt his cock, and started to stiffen as soon as I touched him. He was ready for action. I said, "Let's go.", and he led me to the bathroom. He knelt in the shower and looked greedily at me, waiting for me to undress. I kicked off my shoes and then pulled my shirt over my head. I buttoned my jeans and pulled them down and off, tossing them to the side. I hadn't bothered with underwear because I knew what was going to happen. He's a big guy, stout. Probably 5-9 or so, and around 200 pounds, and in his early 50s. Shaved head, potbelly. His cock wasn't big, maybe 5 inches

Taken by Strangers

This is the story of Lucy's wild night. Even now, months later, she'll readily admit she still doesn't understand why she said 'yes' to a stranger online, or why she agreed to his demands. But she accepts it was her choice and that night changed her forever. Lucy always described herself as 'ordinary'. "Just a woman," she would say. "Nothing special." But of course every woman is special. 48 years old, a wife and mother, and a successful career in teaching. She had risen through the school over the years and now held the lofty position of Assistant Head, although she'd quickly remind people that 'assistant' effectively means doing all the heavy lifting while the Head sat in his office with his feet up! Women have their fantasies, of course, but it's a daring leap from fantasy to reality. Lucy had confided in one or two close friends that her marriage had become dull and lifeless. Work was stressful. Teenage pupils are de

Bittersweet Irish Cream Ch. 14

Ethan and Jack took June and Liam out to dinner to celebrate June's birthday at Red Rock Bar and Grill, and also June's offer letter with an accounting firm in New York City. She and Liam were moving next week to an apartment in New Rochelle so she could start in two weeks, but their wedding was set for August here in Rockville. "I'm actually going to miss this stupid bar," June said. "Although I barely got to drink in it. I feel like all the exciting things happen here." Jack, who was still struggling to let his little sister go, said hopefully, "Well you can always stay here and keep working for H&R Block." June rolled her eyes at him. "H&R Block is not paying for my Masters degree and CPA, this accounting firm is." But then reached over and touched his hand, and said lovingly, "It will be just like when I was in college. We'll see each other all the time. Either you will come down or we'll come up. I'm st

Undercover Whore Ch. 13

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Psycho Bitch

"One, two, three, four, we are wildcats, so we'll kick their asses a little more!!" we all chanted, while dancing around in the gym. "Wait, wait, Hannah, did you say, 'So we'll kick their asses a little bore?'" she asked, strolling up a bit. I walked forward and looked at her with my arms up and my eyebrows down. "For the last time, Miranda, I did not get it wrong. I've been practicing this routine for weeks now." "Uh huh, well, let's try that again," she suggested, getting back into position. "You fucking stupid bitch, you think just because you are the cheer captain, you can just be Cunt-zilla?" I muttered under my breath, while getting into my starting stance. I moved my arms up and down and all around, just as the routine was. "Hannah, are you taking this seriously at all?" she inquired, looking towards me again. "Yes, I am!" I yelled, gawking at her. "That's why I've worked