Curiosity Didn't Kill the Kitten

May 13, 2019 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Dominica in “Very Bad Kitty

When a kitty shows you her fine tail, it’s a sign of trust. For Dominica, there’s also some pride involved. She wants to show off her whole kitten caboodle.

But first, she needs some punishment.

Dominica has been a bad kitty. She got her tongue deep into the saucer of milk that Master left out for her. She can’t be faulted for her cravings. But was it necessary to make such a big fucking mess?

A kitty isn’t naturally submissive. She respects power. So, when Master reaches for the whip, Dominica gets on all fours and plays adorable.

Her black mask doesn’t outshine the green in her eyes, which call out for mercy.

Be gentle. Make it a good pain.

Dominica retreats when the punishment is over. She finds a corner to lick her wounds.

The whip of leather on her skin has left her feeling frisky.

Dominica knows every inch of herself. She’s been over it on too many lazy days. Her body is long. Some places are hard to reach, and she’s ok with that. Her nipples are soft but stiffen to her touch. She puts her paws all over her ass, which still stings with pleasure. The stubble of her blonde pussy hairs makes her fingers tingle.

She licks her fingers slowly to get ready for cleansing. There’s a spot that’s been itching. She lets curiosity lead her.

The fingers are an extension of a kitty’s tongue. They are soft but sturdy and wet with her spit, which is the perfect combination for her delicate folds. She rubs that dirty spot over and over until it’s clean. 

Dominica is knocked on her back by pleasure. She loves everything about herself. The way she smells... and tastes. The flavor on her fingers makes her wonder how anyone couldn’t love pussy.

Curiously didn’t kill the cat. That’s a dog’s tale. It’s meant to keep the feline from roaming freely.

Dominica is true to her nature. Explore away.


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Her Exhibitionist Streak

April 30, 2019 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Kate Fresh in “Send Me A Selfie 2

Kate loves to be watched. She knows she’s hot but it’s more than that… she finds the idea of desiring and being desired in a virtuous circle to be the ultimate aphrodisiac. So when she’s asked for a selfie by an admirer, she already knows she’s going to give him way more than he expects; but that doesn’t mean she won’t enjoy drawing out the tease.

Pulling down her black lace corset, she takes a few snaps of her beautiful breasts, and then some close-ups of her cute pink nipples, which are already stiffening as she imagines the reception the pictures will receive.

She’s gratified by the enthusiastic response, and that’s when inspiration strikes. Grabbing some clothespins, she starts to attach them to her soft flesh. She’s a kinky girl, and she likes how the pretty colors look against her pale skin, as they grip it and start turning it red. The mild pain sends sparks of excitement down to her pussy, so she spreads her thighs and takes a couple of shots to show her admirer that she’s getting turned on too.

Her own arousal is growing stronger by the second, and when she clips a clothespin to one of her plump pussy lips, the sensation is electric. She does the same to the other lip; it feels strange, but in a really good way, the blood surging and pumping as she holds herself open for the camera.

She starts to rub her clit, the pins moving with each stroke of her fingertips, sending heat flooding through her whole crotch. She tugs at the pins, building the tension until she’s too horny to tease herself any more. Then she grabs her biggest vibrator, grinding the head against her clit, her body spasming as the powerful tingling is almost too much.

On her knees, she jams her fingers into her creamed-up snatch as she holds the vibrator to her clit, rocking against it. Overwhelmed, she lies back, shuddering in ecstasy as her orgasm explodes through her, thighs snapping closed around her wrist. The post-orgasmic glow in her final series of selfies is an open invitation…


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A Big Dick for Babydoll

April 11, 2019 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Natasha M and Lara A in “My Dominator

Natasha felt uncomfortable asking an open-ended question she didn’t know the answer to. But Lara’s distance left her with no choice. 

“What is with you right now?” she said. 

Met with silence, Natasha filled in the blanks in her head. She wants space, an open relationship, maybe, or some bullshit like that.

Finally, Lara replied. “I want a big cock.”

“What?” said Natasha. “You’re kidding me?”

“Natasha, would you let me finish?” said Lara. “Not a real cock. A strap-on… I want to fuck you with it.”

“Huh? That’s what’s bugging you? Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Lara leaned over and gave Natasha a kiss on the cheek. “It’s just that I have this vision. It’s a little kinky. And I don’t want you to feel manipulated.”

“Oh, honey, I’ll be your babydoll,” said Natasha, palming Lara on the cheeks and planting a wet kiss on her lips. 

Natasha was regretting her enthusiastic response as she combed through Lara’s goody bag of items to change into. There was no doubt that Lara had pushed Natasha’s boundaries before. The pink highlights in her blonde hair were Lara’s doing. Natasha got kind of judgmental the first time she realized Lara had a tattoo of a flock of birds migrating down her chest. Of course, it didn’t stop her from feasting on her nipples. 

Before she met Lara, Natasha thought vibrators were kinky. The term was being redefined for her some more as she went through the goody bag, starting with a fishnet bodysuit. 

“Crotchless?” said Natasha. “You little tramp.”

Each item she pulled out added to a jumble of anxiety and excitement. A blindfold, a ball gag, leather handcuffs with matching ankle cuffs. Natasha was relieved to get to the last accessory in the bag, until she discovered a collar with a leash. 

Natasha put everything on and nervously stumbled out of the bedroom.

“Over here,” said Lara softly. 

Natasha followed her cuffed hands towards Lara’s voice. She wanted to speak but the reflex from the ball gag pushed the spit out of her mouth, which was gathering around her neck at the collar.

Lara surveyed Natasha with pride, holding a sizable cock strapped over her crotch. She had nothing else on except a simple navy-blue bra. Her brown hair was pulled back into a cute ponytail. 

Having a blindfold on accentuated even the softest whisper for Natasha. “Damn, you are my babydoll,” said Lara.

Natasha was detecting another sound in the room. It was a whooshing noise that started soft but got louder as she approached Lara. When she was at arm’s length, she felt a sharp pain on her fishnet-clad bottom. Leather straps, maybe? 

“Hmmmmmfff,” she protested.

The next flog was gentler, almost pleasurable compared to the first. Lara helped Natasha to her knees by pulling down on the leash. Natasha lifted her hands up and found Lara’s cock. She started to jerk it with her bound hands. 

“That’s it, baby,” said Lara.

After a moment Lara pulled away impatiently and Natasha could hear the creak in the chair as she sat down and dragged Natasha closer. She pulled the ball gag out of Natasha’s mouth. 

“Time to suck my cock,” said Lara. 

Natasha leaned down with her outstretched tongue, pinpointing Lara’s cock with surprising precision. She licked slowly over the head before bobbing down the cock. Lara couldn’t feel the sucking, but there was an intensity to Natasha’s grip around the dildo. Lara saw her desire to please, which was more powerful than the twitch of her tongue.

“Oh, yes baby,” said Lara. 

Lara’s excitement was the encouragement Natasha needed. She sucked the cock like she was expecting a mouthful of cum. By the time Lara’s cock was slick enough to fuck her, Natasha was also soaking with anticipation. 

Lara removed Natasha’s ankle cuffs, which freed her to open her legs wider as she bent over the couch. Lara got behind her and slowly pushed her dick between Natasha’s stretched pussy lips. 

Lara felt exhilarated by the power of thrusting her thighs into the soft cushion of Natasha’s gorgeous ass. Lara grabbed and slapped her fishnet-wrapped cheeks, fucking her with enthusiasm. The leash made the fucking more forceful. Natasha moaned with each slapping thrust. 

If felt like the cock was throbbing inside her. 

The zigs and zags of Natasha’s bodysuit looked like they were sketched onto her beautifully curved body. Lara thought she looked like a work of art, as her hips rocked against her lover.

Lara turned Natasha onto her back on the couch and opened her legs to fuck her missionary style as she fondled her tits. After a while, they went back to the chair for reverse cowgirl. Lara braced her hands under Natasha’s breasts, giving her more balance to move up and down on the upright cock. 

Lara knew how she wanted to finish. She got Natasha back on the couch and came in from behind, pumping Natasha as long as she needed until she came hard.

She pulled out, feeling a strange urge to cum all over her hot girlfriend’s ass. 

She gave Natasha a minute or two before taking the blindfold off. As they were making out Natasha grabbed the big cock, which was slick from her juices. 

“Ok, my turn,” said Natasha.


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Dominica's Kinky Candle Party

March 27, 2019 - by: Donna

Erotic fiction inspired by Dominica in “Infatuation 2

When I invited my oldest friend over for a drink last week, I didn’t think anything would happen. After all, why would it? She’s beautiful and a few years older than me, and while I know she has far more experience than I do, I didn’t think she’d ever use it on me.

Before she came over, I set up candles in my dining room and opened a bottle of wine. It was a gift from a wealthy friend, so I was pretty sure it was going to be delicious. Little did I know that the candles would play as big a role in our evening’s fun.

As we sat talking, my friend told me of her recent exploits. Somehow she manages to date more men than I ever could, and as she spoke of her experiences, I found myself licking my full lips without even realizing it. The more she talked and the more wine I drank, the more excited I became, until I was sure she must be aware of my aroused state.

After what felt like hours, she finally looked me in the eyes, then let her gaze wander over my body as if she were undressing me. I was only wearing a short leather skirt and a sexy little top, and under her gaze, I felt practically naked. When she told me to move to the chair, I was so wet I didn’t know what to do with myself. At first, I hesitated, unsure if I understood what she wanted me to do. But after she made it clear, I got up, my body trembling as I made my way to the chair.

Before I could do anything else, she was behind me, touching my hair and telling me how pretty I looked. She caressed my shoulders and leaned in close before reaching around and placing a leather blindfold over my eyes. Suddenly I couldn’t see anything at all!

As I sat there shivering with nervous excitement, she told me to remove my top. I still couldn’t believe it was happening, and I felt so vulnerable as I slowly peeled it off, revealing my small breasts to the most gorgeous woman I knew. My long blonde hair barely covered them; I’ve never felt so exposed in my entire life.

Sitting there, shaking like it was my first sexual encounter, I felt her approach me again. I could sense her body next to mine, but even then I didn’t realize what she was going to do. As I sat back, tilting my head up, I felt it for the first time: the hot wax dripped from the candle onto my pert breasts, splashing my nipples. The heat was exhilarating and I nearly screamed out at the sensation.

Trembling with excitement, I almost didn’t hear her when she told me to touch myself. Part of me wanted to run, but I took a deep breath and then slowly lifted my tiny skirt. I hadn’t even bothered to put on panties that morning; the thought that my best friend was looking at the smooth, wet lips of my pussy blew my mind.

As she watched, I licked my fingers and then slid them down my body and in between my thighs. When I slipped them inside my pussy, I thought I might cum right then and there. Between the heat of the wax and warmth of her gaze, I was on fire, and I began to rub my swollen pussy for all I was worth.

It felt like hours that I sat there touching myself, unable to see, but feeling her eyes on me. At one point, she told me to lose all of my clothes, and this time I didn’t hesitate as I pulled them off and tossed them to the floor. Lying back, completely naked now, my smooth skin was covered only in hot wax.

I began to touch myself once more. Being watched was exciting, but I needed something to push me over the edge. As I lifted my legs, exposing my shaved pussy and asshole to her gaze, I was practically begging her for it. And when she finally titled the candle over one last time and dripped that hot wax all over me, I started to climax.

I couldn’t hold back as I lay on the chair, my legs open wide and my fingers buried within my pussy. Crying out, I felt my orgasm begin, and there was no holding back. With my friend watching, my naked body hot and sweaty, and my pussy throbbing, I came so loudly I thought I might die of embarrassment.

But the entire time I came, in fact, the whole time I lay touching myself, my oldest friend watched and whispered words of encouragement. With her wine glass in hand, she told me to orgasm for her, and I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.

So, when she suggested that next week she return, this time with a handsome male friend, all I could do was nod.

And make sure I stocked up on candles.


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Sacred Orgasms

March 11, 2019 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Adel Morel, Alice Shea and Michelle H in “Playing Footsies 2

No topic had Adel lost in thought more than the mystery of the orgasm. She was wondering if the rush of an orgasm – similar to the speed of light – actually slowed down time, when she was interrupted by a kick in the shin.

“Earth to Adel,” said Alice.

“It’s time for the wine,” said Michelle. “Scoot, scoot.”

Michelle and Alice were Adel’s back pew friends. The had become close over time, sitting within earshot of each other during prayers. In whispers, they learned they had common confessions, ranging from envy of earthly pleasures like high heels to lusting for kinky indulgences.

Coffee hour always made them restless and bored. “We’re in these cute little dresses,” said Alice. “We can’t just go home.”

Michelle had one more day housesitting for a wealthy couple, and she figured her friends could help her make the most of the high life. She still hadn’t seen half the rooms in the place, but she knew where to find the stereo, streaming her favorite jazz throughout the house.

“You have to see the master suite,” said Michelle.

Their heels echoed as they walked up the marble staircase into a large bedroom. There was a tall table under the TV that could have served as an altar. It was sturdy enough for all of them to sit on. Michelle took her heels off and put on some fishnet socks.

“The missus has some crazy shit in her drawers,” she said. “And she buys everything in bulk!”

Michelle had matching pairs of socks for her girlfriends. Alice took off her shoes and put them on and Adel followed suit. They sat in silence with their fishnets entangled in a game of footsies.

“Who’s going first?” asked Michelle.

“First?” said Adel.

Michelle and Alice laughed at her. “You’re it!” said Alice.

Michelle and Alice got off the table and sprawled out on the bed looking like they were getting ready to watch a show.

“What?” said Adel.

“You’re always telling us that in a holy place we should be naked and without shame,” said Alice.

 “And cumming,” said Michelle.

“So show us!” said Alice.

Adel smiled and let the tension fall out from underneath her shoulders. It made her feel good to be among like-minded friends. Their sinful stares sent a tingling sensation pulsing through her veins, which she tried to follow with open palms that she moved over her body.

Adel lifted her short red dress over her head as she watched her friends’ hands disappear under their dresses.

Adel was beautiful. Her brown hair fell lazily around her elegant face. She was graceful, with a style that harkened back to more traditional times. Her lace bra and panties were see-through over the sensitive pink parts – those rock-hard nipples and her plump pussy. She stretched out her long legs and gave herself a foot rub through the fishnet socks.

“Come on, baby,” said Michelle.

Adel lay back slowly – the table was cold against her shoulders – and slipped off her underwear. She spread her legs wide, showing Michelle and Alice her bush-barren pussy. She wasted no time showing off her glittering nails, which shimmered as she strummed over her wet folds.

“Fuck,” said Adel, clasping at her neck and sucking on a finger.

Alice and Michelle kept their dresses on but they were touching themselves at the same pace through their underwear. It was a mystical experience for Adel. She felt as if their hands were touching her. The sensation of millions of fingers made her feet tense up. The tingling went all the way up her spine and down to her hands.

When she came, Adel swore her soul became material. But whenever she tried to embrace it, it seemed to flee from her. There was no containing it. The only thing she could do was bring it back.

Adel took off her bra, proudly displaying her perky little breasts. She sat up on the edge of the table, lifting up her ass so she could massage it with the dense part of her palm as she masturbated. She wanted to go deeper, loosening her pussy with a finger until… time stopped again. Her soul remerged and enwrapped her.

It took a little while to recover. Her friends were still dressed and slowly playing with themselves.

“Who’s next?” said Adel.

We’re not long to the world. Treat every orgasm like it could be your last.


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Punish Me Again

February 11, 2019 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Lee Anne in “Spank 2

Is it really a punishment if the person being spanked enjoys it as much as the one disciplining them? How about if it’s… the same person? When Lee Anne finds her forgotten riding crop, she knows she must have done something bad enough to merit chastisement, even if she can’t quite recall what it was.

Tapping the leather crop against her palm stings just enough to give her a horny thrill. Without hesitation, she obeys the impulse to smack it against the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh – where it hurts much more, and gives her much more pleasure, too. Her pussy is throbbing insistently, demanding attention, and she grinds the end of the crop against her panty crotch, feeding her excitement.

A pinch to each of her nipples as she undresses sends sparks of arousal darting to her core, and now she can’t resist fulfilling the urge that’s been calling to her all along, undeniable in its erotic power. On her knees, she spanks her ass cheeks full force, feeling the flesh redden and burn, heat flaring through her.

The sound of each slap turns her on as much as the sensation of mingled pleasure and pain, until with an urgency she can’t contain, she tosses the crop aside and rubs her drenched slot, fingers plunging deeper and deeper. Her pussy needs punishment, and she spanks it harshly, triggering an orgasm that she intensifies with her rapid fingering, prolonging the shivers until she’s utterly satiated. But somehow, she knows it won’t be long before she needs to be disciplined again…


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Working Up A Sweat

January 23, 2019 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Lady Dee in “Hot Iron 2

It takes work – and good genes – to achieve a physique as impressive as this. But that’s not why Dee spends so many hours at the gym. No, the cute brunette likes to work out because she enjoys the horny buzz it gives her. Energy and adrenaline flooding her body, she feels an orgasm is the perfect climax to every training session.

Usually Dee waits until she gets home before she gives in to the urge to touch herself. But this afternoon there’s nobody else in the weights room, and as she rubs her overheated crotch against the cool metal of one of the weight stack bars, it feels so good. Breathing heavily, she grinds on the pole, tweaking her nipples, thrusting a hand into her skintight gym shorts to feel how wet she’s getting. She glances around, checks there’s nobody to see, as she tugs the shorts down just far enough that she can feel the metal against her bare pussy, her clit throbbing as it makes contact with the cold, hard surface. She can’t stop now; craving more, she pulls her shorts right off and presses her fingers against her soaked slit, strumming her clit, shivering with arousal.

She grabs a bar and lies back on one of the weights benches, sliding her pussy up and down so her plump lips wrap around the bar, smearing it with her cream. Soon the shiny surface is streaked with wetness as her juicy pink folds mash against it. Desperate for penetration, she finds a short bar with a rounded end, and places it against the drenched entrance to her pussy. It slides in easily, the perfect size to fill her slippery groove, so smooth and hard.

She works the cock-substitute in and out with fast, fierce strokes, her fingers a blur on her clit, dimly aware through the haze of her horniness that she could get caught at any moment. Thighs flexing, abs tensing, she rocks up to meet each stroke as she fucks herself furiously, until like a dam bursting, her orgasm engulfs her. It’s only as the waves subside and she grabs her shorts to wipe the creamy residue off the bar that she remembers the CCTV camera in the corner…


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Soaked Satisfaction

December 17, 2018 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Sofia Z in “Scheduled Time 2

Sofia looks so cute, so chilled out as she sits on a park bench reading her newspaper and scrolling through her phone. You’d never guess she’s just killing time before a date… with herself.  

Back home she sets the mood, lighting some candles, pulling up her top to expose her naked breasts, nipples already stiffening with anticipation. But the candles aren’t just to make her feel amorous; this innocent-looking babe hides a kinky secret. Taking one of the scarlet tapers, she tips it so the hot wax drips onto her bare thigh. It sends an immediate shiver of arousal through her, so compelling that she slides her hand into her lace panties to feel the sudden rush of wetness from her pussy.

Soon she’s naked except for her boots, one hand working busily between her spread thighs as the other holds the candle to her breasts, dripping wax over her tender flesh. Her clit swells and throbs, her breath coming in gasps of mingled pleasure and pain. She can’t hold back, grinding the butt of the candle against her slippery pink folds, fingers dancing over her lips. Eager for penetration, she blows out the candle and watches herself in the mirror as she pushes it inside her pussy, jamming it deep, fucking herself with quick strokes until her release comes gushing out to spray the mirror. She looks into her reflection’s eyes as she sucks her sweetness from the candle, her darkest desires satisfied… for now.  


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Intense Stimulation

December 11, 2018 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Cristin in “Stimulation 2.”

Cristin’s nipples throb steadily from the pinch of the clamps around them. She feels it all the way down to her tender pussy, the hot waves of pleasure-pain that swell and recede, over and over.

She placed the clamps there herself, and she could just as easily remove them, but she finds that she doesn’t want to; the more her nipples pulse and stiffen, the wetter her pussy gets. She gives the chain attached to the clips an experimental tug and it’s as if someone has reached out and tweaked her clit between their finger and thumb. The stab of arousal is irresistible, skewering her with its force.

She slides a hand down to touch her clit and her hips buck up involuntarily from the electric sensation. It’s almost too intense. Tentatively, she tries pulling at the chain with one hand while she strums her clit with the other, but she feels the contractions of an impending orgasm build almost immediately, and that’s not she wants. Her intention is to draw this out as long as she can, until she cums so hard and so long she’ll feel it for days.

Flipping onto her knees, she rocks back with her ass up high so she feels her asshole gape open as she rubs her clit. The clamps and chain hang heavy beneath her, swinging as she rocks back and forth against her fingers, the weight of them dragging at her nipples until her arousal becomes even more excruciating. Her wetness is drenching her fingers now, making them slip and slide around her clit as she grinds on it.

She pushes two fingers into her pussy, a gush of wetness accompanying the sudden stretch of penetration. It’s too much, and she collapses down on her front, the friction of the sheets against her engorged nipples tipping her over the edge. She cums just as long and hard as she’d imagined, humping her fingers frantically, blindly seeking the sweet flood of release.

As she lies there in her post-orgasmic haze, Cristin wonders drowsily how it would feel if she attached the clamps to her clit…


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Wide Open

December 04, 2018 - by: Peter

Erotic fiction inspired by Liz Rainbow in “Big Black Cock 2

My girl Liz will do anything I ask her to, especially when it involves her pussy. The bigger they are, the harder she cums, that’s the way it is with her. If it stretches her wide, her smile grows wider.

You can put anything in front of her and she’ll try to fuck it. I have watched her fuck bottles, vegetables, friends and strangers. All I have to do is bring her something or someone and tell her to do her worst and she’ll be all over it.

I bought her something very special the other day, a monstrous black rubber dildo. It was so big it was thicker than her forearm, and longer too. I sent her a message on the way home, telling her to make herself ready because she was in for a treat.

When I got home, there she was, on the couch in a PVC skirt, no panties, and a strappy matching bra. The look of expectation and excitement on her face was priceless. And that was before I’d even taken the cock out.

Damn, but did she squeal when she saw it. I took it out of the bag nice and slow, inch by inch, watching her eyes grow wider until I slammed it down on the coffee table, the rubber sucker attaching it firmly to the top.

Liz purred like a cat and crawled around in front of it, testing it out with her mouth. It was so big she couldn’t get more than the tip between her lips, although she tried her hardest to swallow more. But this didn’t dampen her spirits, it just made her wet between the legs.

She stopped trying to suck it and looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with naughtiness, then stood up and lifted her skirt. Her eyes never left mine as she rubbed her slit, pulling strings of her cream over her clit and up to her mouth, tasting her own ooze.

Then she slowly turned around, keeping her skirt up for me, revealing her fine ass, and lowered her hips down to the cock. With one hand, she reached down to steady the rubber phallus and press it to her pussy. She took the tip between her pussy lips easily, letting go of the long, dark shaft and sliding her body down its length.

I watched her throw her head back, heard the gasp slip from her mouth, and sat down to enjoy the show. Liz didn’t hold back. No nice and easy for this horny slut. She fucked that monster with a hunger she reserved only for the biggest of dicks, thrusting herself down on it, forcing it deep inside her pussy. She pumped herself up and down like a jackhammer, in love with the way it filled her and opened her up.

Then she slowed right down, pushing and pushing, taking every inch, as much as she could handle. Eventually it could go no further, and she wasn’t even halfway along it.

She stood up and plucked it from the table, waved it at me to make it wobble, then sashayed off to the bedroom. I followed, walking in to see her kneeling on the bed, two hands around her ass, gripping it tight while she forced the dildo up her pussy from behind, her moans growing in volume.

That was one hell of a horny sight. I was tempted to pull my own cock out and jerk off onto her asshole, but while I was thinking about it, she rolled over onto her back. Using her elbows to pin her knees back, Liz used one hand to pump the enormous black dildo in and out of her pussy and the other to grope her clit.

Her pussy was stretched as wide as I had ever seen it, each pump in and out rolling her lips back and forth, and I watched transfixed as she fucked herself to a wet, loud orgasm and then just lay there with the big black cock stuck inside her pussy. She didn’t move until it had slid all the way out of her, and that was a long time later, let me tell you.

I’ve since hidden the dildo in the house, with Liz begging me to tell her where it is. I’m not going to tell her until she’s drained my balls at least another three times, but I don’t hear her complaining about that.


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