WIFE, SIL, MIL Pt. 13

iMessage from Ashlyn St Pierre: hi With one simple text message she had shattered the illusion that I could go the rest of my life without ever thinking about her again. I hadn't spoken to Ashlyn St. Pierre in over five years, and it had honestly taken me almost that long to stop thinking about her... obsessing about her. I had, at long last, accepted the end of our three-year long relationship. She had been my only love and, truth be told, my only lover. And, like a shot out of the blue, she was back in my inbox. iMessage sent by you: Yes? I had agonized over my response to her text for the better part of a day. Should I ignore her message? Try to be friendly? Pretend I didn't recognize her number? The dozens of possibilities zoomed through my mind. However, each response that I considered made me seem either too eager to talk to her or entirely too bitter. I suppose that's what happens when the love of your life cheats on you, though. iMessage from Ashlyn St Pierre: how

When I wake up I find myself tied down spread eagle on the bed, wearing a pink leather harness and pink latex panties with a plug up my ass and a gag in my mouth, master was no where to be seen and his stuff isn't here either. Momentarily confused I start to panic and I look down and see a folded card standing up on my stomach, positioned in a way that denies me the ability to read it. I then realise that my week with master has ended and this must be how he wants me to be found by my new master. I lay there, bound and helpless for a couple of hours, straining against my cage until I hear a car pull up. Moments later the cabin door opens and none other than Sammy walks into the bedroom. He drops his bags beside the bed, picks up the card and laughs a little while reading it and then just stares at me smiling, eyeing every part of me up and down before finally speaking "well sissy you have certainly changed a lot since our last little encounter. Enjoying your new lifestyle ar

It is a truly infernal device. It held me in the position of Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man...arms and chest secured to a stout frame; feet spread and secured to the floor. In thigh-highs, garter belt, bra, full makeup and chastity cage, I looked nothing like a man. A panel is before me at waist height with a quarter inch wide, five inch long, steel rod jutting toward my cock. Above, and parallel to the rod was a shaft with a three inch diameter plastic wheel that rested on the rod. Between my legs, secured on a base to the floor, is a compact fucking machine; hinged at the base; dildo tip in my ass just past my inner ring. The only place it has to go is in. She gleefully detailed the intricacies of her device as she removed my cage. Predictably, my cock hardened to its inadequate five inches. "You see," she explained, "at the base of the rod is a segmented ring of conductors...no, you won't be shocked. I'm using a spiked parachute on your balls and a stepper mot

The next few days after doing the survey passed in a blur. My dreams were filled with sex scenarios. I'd wake up multiple times a night desperate to be fucked. I was so ashamed. I could only fall back to sleep if I masturbated. I was finding my orgasms less satisfying though. I wished I had a big vibrator to ram into cunt. One day, in desperation I found myself looking around my house for something to use. I tried a carrot but that wasn't very good. I cried after doing it. What was I becoming? The thoughts wouldn't leave me and after looking around I realized the handle of my lint brush would work great. The handle was somewhat penis shaped, if a bit small. Someone had given it to me, but I never really used the thing. I just didn't pay that much attention to my clothes. The first time I masturbated with it, I had the best orgasm I'd had in a while. I started using it a lot and it was better than my fingers but after that first stunning orgasm, I found it less sat

Part 2 Double boned isn't double fun I woke up sore as sin. And had no idea how many horny guys screwed me that night. But I remember getting fucked in my pussy and ass at the same time. And my Fitbit read five miles. Shit, I'd fucked five miles of hard dick! Then I noticed some guy in my bed. He climbed up, rubbing his prick on my pussy. I made him bring me coffee first. I'd always fuck for coffee. After the morning screw, I walked around the passed out guys, trying to find my clothes. I found a football jersey, slipped it on, and called my mom for a ride. As soon as I got in the car Mom yelled, "Ginger, where are your clothes and shoes? And young lady, are you even wearing a bra or panties?" I shook my head. "Dammit Ginger, sex is more than Stick goes in Hole." "No mom it's... Stick goes in Hole—Stick fucks Hole—Then Stick tells the other Sticks, that Hole is a Whore." I laughed. "Then all the Sticks fuck my Hole!" Mom threw m

We chatted for a bit Scott and I both tired and to be honest horny, decided to go to bed, we bid everyone a good night and were off. It would be nice to spend a few hours alone just Scott and I, we heard Darren and Billy go into their room, Dad and Timmy in theirs. We were all tired and wanted some alone time with only the two of us. Scott and I laid on top of the covers on the bed, fully clothed just talking, he and I making plans for our future. Once I graduated I would move out with Scott, he and I would look at houses together. Scott lived in a condo right now it suited him fine, he did not have any outdoor work to do, he could enjoy his free time doing things he wanted to do. We planned a long weekend where I would fly out to spend time with Scott in his city, in his condo, we would wait for three months then I would take the Friday and the Monday off this way I could spend four days with Scott. Funny because Billy and Darren had planned the same thing. Scott and I slowly undres

My slut had a tough day, she almost lost a major client, so it’s Daddy’s job to make her feel better. I set her a bubble bath, but she just wants Daddy. She wants Daddy’s huge dick popping her pussy and stretching it. Her pussy creamed all over my dick as she played with it and came hard and raw for Daddy. Listen as I fuck her over and over again, slapping my dick on her ass and stroking her clitoris with it, all the while saying reassuring words to HELP HER RELAX and feel better. * * * * * * * * * * http://spiralvortexplay.com/svp/members/campabadal/profile/ https://www.bactmed.com/profile/campabadal/ https://investorshub.advfn.com/boards/profilea.aspx?user=720868 http://www.experts123.com/members/edu-campabadal/ http://ciencia.ara.cat/joguinesdelaboratori/2011/04/15/al-laboratori-del-costat/comment-page-1/ https://www.webfrance.com/communaute/profile/55252-qemocoyu/ https://www.wattpad.com/user/molovulo https://mydramalist.com/profile/mystakidis https://cgscholar.

Author's note: first story. Be nice. Do you know what a true hyper is? You have the normal men, with those tiny little cocks that barely stretch your throat out, only about 6 inches, some even less, but only by an inch or two. Then you have the average futa. A little bigger than a guy, but they still have a small dick. Only about a foot, balls the size of an egg. Their cumshot barely even fills you up. Then you have your hypers. Now those are the only ones worth fucking. Count their cock size in feet instead of inches, those trouser-snakes reach down past their knees while soft. The globes that they call testicles easily droop as far as the dick length of the most hung normal futa. Their hyperness even goes to their tits. You won't find a cup size on a hyper that doesn't cover the alphabet at least once. And then you have a true hyper. That's me. Lexi Purt. We're rare, you know. Doctor's haven't seen one like me for a century. Which is fair, because we'

Hey-o! This is my first-ever submission to Literotica, so I do hope you enjoy it! If I get a good response, I will consider publishing more chapters ^u^ As the red pickup truck pulled up to the curb, its driver busied herself by drumming lightly on the steering wheel to the beat of an unknown tune. She didn't mind sitting for a minute; the thing she was waiting for was well worth it. The sound of the rear door snapped her back to attention. She listened, hearing the thump of it swinging shut and the click of the passenger side opening as that which she was awaiting finally arrived. "Hello," Lauren said, speaking first. "Sorry about the wait." Sam smiled. "Nah, it's fine, my dude. Totally worth it," she winked, causing Lauren to show the faintest blush. Sam started the car and headed out. The early afternoon sun beat down through the windows, forcing her to turn up the AC to counteract the summer heat. Once again, Lauren started things up. "D