Sex-Stories


Cock Whore Gets What She Wants

Well this post is already in the forum section - but for those that dont necessarily go there I decided to post this here as well. THis is not my normal type of story but was done as a request for someone wanting to be degraded. If that doesnt appeal to you, as well as, the rest of the tags above then no point in getting yourself upset from reading this then. If you read it please rate it all. It lets those of us that write if you like our time we put into something and takes so little of yours to click yes or no. Comments are always welcome too. Anyways ... Had been watching you at the beach. Your bikini barely covering the parts of your body it is supposed to.

Making Eleanor

There was no plan at first, no real strategy or tactic to propel my fantasy. There was just an a heavy desire to own and deep-seated understanding of what it would take ... a set of skills and resources that I must possess to make it all work. That's where I focused, for what seemed like an enternity, working endlessly to further myself and aquire those things that I would need. I swirled the scotch in my glass and watched her, smiling at her tight rubber-like dress, and admiring how her ample curves and heavy breasts were tightly contained. I half laughed to myself as she tossed her red hair over her shoulder, dancing with the group of people I knew she had come with.

Kidnapped Sex Slaves

Sara's face was covered in tears and you could see the pained expression on her face. She lay hog-tied on the floor of her home. She had a ring gag in her mouth, keeping it open. She was still dressed. Her arms were yanked up high behind her. Her wrists had been bound tightly, secured with heavy hemp rope. A spreader bar was attached between her knees; it was over three feet long, keeping her open and spread. A rope was attached to each ankle, the other end attached to her bound wrists. The rope had been pulled tight, forcing Sara's body into a tight bow. A rope had been wrapped around her neck using a slipknot.

Sauce for the Goose

It started slowly at first as things usually do. It was just a normal working relationship; not really a relationship at all in the accepted sense of the word but you know how it is, one thing leads to another and that leads somewhere else and before you know it you're on a rollercoaster and life starts to get exciting. I'm a departmental manager for a medium sized comany based in the Midlands. That's a region in the UK for anybody not native to these shores. What do we do? Well, does it matter? No, it doesn't, so I'll preserve our anonymity and keep that a secret. You never know who might be reading this.

Summer Love

It was summer. I had just graduated from high school, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I'm a tall guy, around 6'3, and I'm of average build. I have dark hair, brown eyes, and I'm tan year round. I never really had any trouble with girls in high school, having a long term girlfriend once, and a few short flings. I loved girls, I never thought of anything but them, but for some reason, I had a nagging longing in the back of my head for a man. I don't know if it was so much wanting a man, but wanting a cock. I would often play with my butt while masturbating, and I'd even gone so far as taken a few vegetables out of the fridge to penetrate myself with.

James School, The Beggining

"Fuck...I'm late" - James thought to himself. James was 18 years old and he was late to school, again. He somehow turn is lack of punctuality a characteristic of his. But of all things he never thought it would be this that would make him lose is virginity. He got ready as fast as he could, but he was an hour late. His parents were never home due to business trips, so he practically lived alone. When he arrived at his high school he was caught by the principal. "Mr. James..... Again? You know I can´t tolerate this anymore." - He serviced me"I'm sorry Sir, I'm really sorry""Too late for that, detention.... whole day." - He dragged me thru school.

Carmen and I

I'd never seen a person more beautiful. Both on the inside and out. she was the night. Her hair spun of the deepest chocolate falling long down her back. Her eyes a vivid grey, the color of rain clouds. A slim waist and dimpled cheeks. She was my cousins best friend. I had never been attracted to a girl before but she had a radiating energy that a person couldnt help but grab. I'd spent hours with my cousin and his best friend. I'd come to feel a connection with her deeper than friendship. I had to conceal my feelings.

The Armoire

She kept on making him hit her. It wasn't her fault-he knew that. But sometimes, after a few too many, Amy would show up and remind him of how fucked up everything was, just after he'd been able to drink those voices quiet. Afterward, of course, he always felt bad, I mean, since he was so much bigger than her. He never hit her hard, but it still sometimes left a mark. So to make it up to her this time, he promised to buy her an antique, because her damned little snippy-assed sister Rachel kept going on about all the antiques her wussy little boyfriend Scott was buying her.

Best Buds

"yo, you about mate?" "What ya looking for?" "Ten" "Five mins, usual." There I was going to pick up yet another ten bag of weed. Why?? You ask! I'll tell you why. It started last summer. I had just turned 18, was 5ft 7 medium build, short brown hair and bright blue eyes. It was summer break and one of my good friends Callum, was back in town from uni, so naturally we arranged to meet up. Should this be a good time to mention that Callum is hot as fuck?? Oh yes... I'm gay... Callum is around 5 ft 9 slim, tight ass, long dark brown hair and facial stubble to die for.

Gracey and Her Professor

The first day of college started out like any other. Grace sat through class after class, receiving syllabis from her teachers as she introduced herself to her classmates. She was excited though. This was her chance to make a new start, throw aways the past and become someone she wanted to be. The only thing her new fellow classmates would know about her was that she was from Texas and her age was 19. In high school, Grace had been the wild child. In was a front that she had put on, and her fake reputation had made her life hell. She had made good grades, graduated the top of her class, but no one would ever see her as anything other than the class slut, the party girl.