Hot Fireman – i overheard some chicks on the bus saying they need some

Hot Fireman – Requested by Dino-Sore Story that doesn’t yet exist. Our time loop sequencer is busted. My men are on it. 

Overheard on the Bus in Flint and again in San Francisco (you know just to refresh your memory) 

Female Reader 1: Why do I have to read more dino porn?

Female Reader 2: I know, right? Give me Ripped Firemen.

Female Reader 1: Or RIPPED FIREMEN.

Female Reader 2: or ripped firemen!

 

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Japanese Love Doll Deal – A bizarre twist of fate on CyberMonday

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The Japanese Love Doll Deal | an excerpt

Subtitle: A bizarre twist of fate on CyberMonday

 

This is the story of Thomas an ordinary chap somewhere in the heartland of America, you know a place I’ve never been to as I hug the liberal coasts when I do venture into the US but never mind me and my magical ways, let’s stick to young Thomas, trying to get ahead in life, to climb the corporate ladder and find himself a good woman with whom he can settle down and make babies.

Thomas was always a weird child way more into his toys than his peers. He was happy sticking to himself. This life needed money to survive so he had to interact with other humans, but that prospect didn’t thrill him and he did his best to ignore most human interaction. Thomas had blonde hair that he wore neatly parted to expose his face. His black glasses partially hid his sparkling blue eyes. His nose was pretty small like a child’s but then he had light facial hair that gave his cute baby face a more rugged, sexy look. He was not a bad looking guy if he would just take off his glasses. He was working selling insurance, a thankless job. Most people who he spoke with were furious at him and his company, but there was really nothing he could do to help. He wanted to help people but his hands were really untied. He came home to his messy little apartment and plopped down on the couch. He held his last beer can protectively. It was the only good thing on this Monday evening, the first Monday since the Thanksgiving Holiday. He popped the beer can open and it exploded all over him. “Goddamnit,” he said. He wasn’t mad about getting beer on him, he was mad that he wasted nearly all of his last beer. He checked his wallet and found a folded $1 bill. That wouldn’t get more beer. He turned on the TV and his favorite sports team The Old York Stinkies were getting pummeled 17-3. He flipped through the channels but there was nothing good on. Just advertisements for internet shopping and this new “Cyber Monday” stuff. Thomas got out his laptop and jumped on the internet, hoping something exciting would catch his eye. It was as bad as staring into the fridge when hungry and lazy: nothing appealed to him.

He ended up searching porn but that bored him. How many times could he watch a white girl with her teeth gritted yelling, “fuck me fuck me fuck me?” Porn was so predictable and criminally un-creative. Where was the fun? He searched “sex toy shops” and then “dick-lengthening pills.” After jumping from one page to another, Thomas found himself on a new site. This one was selling very expensive dolls. Each doll was handcrafted “by god himself” and the prices were in the ten thousand to one hundred thousand dollar range. The site featured hundreds of exquisite photos of the dolls. They were seen sitting at the dinner table in fine clothes, posed on the couch, leaning out the window, in corporate casual at the boardroom table, and in the bedroom. They were each beautiful as a supermodel, with high cheekbones, full lips, and incredible bodies. They weren’t quite the bodies of bimbos (no GG tits or anything), but they were very sexy with great curves.

Thomas was blown away.

They were so unique, so beautiful, and they stirred something sexually inside of him. The url was from a japanese love doll site. He checked his wallet again. He just had the dollar, but he did have plastic. He could whip out his credit card and purchase one of these lovely dolls. He couldn’t. The one he liked was twenty-seven thousand dollars. That was more than a car! For a doll. They were exquisite, classy, well-dressed, beautiful, sexy, inviting, but he just couldn’t. It was crazy. He thought of Larissa in his office. She was wonderful. She was like a doll to Thomas. He had finally gathered up the gumption to go up to her while she was eating salmon in the cafeteria and while holding his coffee he said what he’d practiced a thousand times, “Larissa, I was wondering if you have dinner plans tonight. I really admire you. I’d love to get to know you more.” Thomas was surprised it had come out so cogently. He was deathly afraid that he would trip all over his words as he usually did in front of a woman but practice makes perfect and that came out really perfectly. It didn’t matter. Jim, the managing broker stepped right in and put his hands on her shoulders and said, “She has plans. Plans to be at her knees in front of me.” He burst out into racaous, inappropriate laughter. Larissa blushed a little but wasn’t the type to buck the trend. She stayed complicit in his bragging of her as his sex toy and Thomas noticed she was wearing a choker that had a little hook to clasp to a leash. He shook his head like the thought was paining him and said, “Nevermind. Forget I asked, and stormed out of the room while Jim and a few of his cronies had a good laugh at Thomas’s expense and Larissa’s expense.

He clicked BUY.

It only took a few minutes to put in the requests he had: long black hair, a large C-cup, thick booty, full ruby red lips. He chose her clothes. He put in his address and credit card info and clicked confirm. Then he plopped back down on the couch, drank the two fingers of warm beer that hadn’t spilled and passed out on the couch.

 

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Thomas woke up trembling to the sound of the doorbell. He shook off the cobwebs. He stood up, shakily, and went to the front door. When he opened it, it was pitch black out and really he should have checked out the window first. This was a great way to get robbed and murdered. This was why so many Americans carried guns, Thomas thought. He was so sleepy he’d be liable to shoot just about anyone, including himself, in this state. He blinked a few times and checked his watch. It was 3 a.m. There was a large box on his stoop. He grabbed it to lift it but it was heavy. He got a better grip and lifted it up. It had to be about 100 lbs. As he walked in the house with the box the weight in the box shifted. He put it down with a loud grunt and remained crouched. He stared at the box. He hadn’t grunted. The box moved and he jumped up to his feet and stepped back. “Oh my god!” he said.

The flaps to the box opened. It was like there was a cat in the box, it was  moving on its own. It was a cat in some manner, the dirtiest, of the word. A tall, beautiful woman rose slowly out of the box. She had high cheekbones like a supermodel. Her long black hair was pulled back in a gorgeous pony tail. Her lips were painted red and full and juicy. She was wearing a sexy green tank top and jeans (the very outfit Thomas had picked on the internet). Her tits sure looked like the large C cup that he had requested. This girl was real and she was spectacular. Thomas stuttered, “My my my, you you you’re…”

“Thirsty. Can I have a glass of water?” She spoke in a Japanese accent.

“Sure sure,” Thomas said. He went to the fridge where he kept tap water cold and took out the bottle of water. The water sloshed around since his hands were shaking. Then he got a cup from the cupboard and poured water for her. It splashed all around and some landed on the counter. “Ice?”

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(Continue reading this Cyber Monday Love Doll Story)

Teacher Student Erotica: Jess and the Professor

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Teacher Student Erotica: Jess and the Professor

Jess was his student. He watched her and marveled at her. He was the teacher, the professor, and he was respected. Unfortunately, it wasn’t so much acedemic admiration for his big brain as physical admiration for his big bulge, his big muscles, and his big smile. These girls were little giggling hyenas. Yes, they were university students, but here in the Far East that often meant that their bodies were more mature than their minds. Jess was one of these girls. She had a pretty face and was dressed like a sailor. She gave him a key-chain for Ppeppero day, the chocolate covered sticks day, that said I love you. He motioned for her to lean back on the desk. She was dubious, but she consented. Asian culture had taught her to respect authority and look up to teachers. Butterflies flapped in her gut, sweat formed on her palms, a faucet leaked into her panties, and she smiled uncontrollably as he taped a piece of paper over the tiny window on the classroom door. She was a virgin and had that nervous energy that virgins in the Far East have. Some people hated it, but he was into it and asked her to lift up her shirt and lean back.

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Her breasts were irresistible. I was helpless.

He thought he knew what pink was, but he was wrong. Her breasts hung out. They were made of the softest white porcelain skin that he had ever seen. He had dreamed of Princess Chuckhole and these breasts must have been molded out of the same stardust as the princess’s tits. Dead center of each incredible mountain of flesh, for gravity had not played its cruel tricks on this young virgin’s tits just yet, was a perfect bulls-eye made out of a color he’d never seen before. It was the color of unfettered freedom. It was the color of the triumph of good over evil. It was the color of post-coital sleep. It was pink, and beige, and black, and white all rolled into pink. Not glitzy, glittery pink that girls paint on their sparkly lips. Real pink. The color of pussy. The color of love. The color of the inside of your esophagus and the inner workings of cosmic gears.

When his tongue accepted one of her pink little buttons, like candy off wax paper, sparks flew. They both could hear the sizzle of their attraction. He cupped the outsides of her breasts and squeezed them together and admired them. “They are amazing.”

She looked at the floor. “Do you like them?” Her cheeks were rosy.

“I adore them, Jess,” he pushed her onto her back on the desk. Her saddle shoes clipped the whiteboard shelf and knocked a few markers and erasers to the ground. His cock slid right in between her beautiful mounds. It was hot on her skin.

The penis wasn’t cold and snakelike how she had imagined. “I had no idea they were this hot.” She covered her mouth and giggled at what she had said.

He removed her hand. “Don’t cover your mouth. Your mouth is beautiful.” Her big eyes looked up at him and blinked. He stared at her kindly. Then he squeezed both of her breasts around his cock and glided in and out. She watched his face. His eyes rolled, the corners of his eyes wrinkled. If her perfect pink nipples were eyes then he made great eye-contact because his pupils locked on her tits.

She wasn’t sure what he was doing, where his cock would go next. Between her legs a wet fire was brewing. Everything was a new feeling and it was all so exciting. She was so happy to be on her back for her professor.

A new hot sensation hit under her chin. She craned down and saw white, thick cream spewing out of his cock and between her tit-flesh. “it feels so good. Hot. Does it feel good fpr you?”

“Mmmmnm, yes,” he said as he used her mountains of flesh to milk the last drops out of his hot viscous liquid onto her. She enjoyed getting him on her. She could smell it. It was a clean smell. Like life itself. Before she could ruminate on the smell of his cum, she reacted to its taste. He had scooped the cum off of her tots and onto his hand and was now feeding it to her. It was briny and clean. Like drinking sea-water.

After she had cleaned up every drop of him, she pulled to her feet and pulled her bra back on, her blouse back down, and said, “Now what?”

He looked at her and smiled, clearly indicating that was it for today. “Perfect. Next class I can teach you something new if you’d like.”

“I would like that, teacher,” she said. She giggled and started to cover her mouth. Then she made eye-contact with him and stopped her hand in mid-air. This made her giggle more. She shifted her weight from foot to foot then bit her lip. He reached out and patted her head like she was his pet. “See you tomorrow, Jess,” he said.

She walked out the door.

He removed the paper from the over the window on the classroom door. He watched her skirt ruffle as she walked. He plopped in his comfy leather chair and placed both hands behind his head. He put his feet up on his desk and thought, it wasn’t a bad life when you could titty-fuck your student’s perfect rack right after class.

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She was tired of hubby's rice dick. She was ready for something big and full.

She was tired of hubby’s rice dick. She was ready for something big and full that would finally pleasure her deeply.

Check out my future episodes:

  • Jess tethered under the desk

  • Jess blows another teacher while he fucks her

  • Jess Licks his ass

  • The Professor pops her cherry

  • The Professor pops her anal cherry

 

The Adventures of Sarchasmo Versus Apographia | #EARTG #MrBrtg

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Below you will find a very short excerpt of a short little ditty released today. This piece has a lot of balls and cock (sometimes in ziploc baggies) but absolutely no sex, so be forewarned.

This 2,000-word short short is a reaction to the copycats who have flattered me quite a bit recently. Thank you, all!

My readers don’t want black and white, they want color, and light, and drama, and futas, and fully articulating arms.

 

 

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First, this is technically an advert for my book, so please read a Free Sample of my fun Asian Futa Erotica Book

Now, if you’d like to simply enjoy the Full Trailer:

Having a little encoding problem thanks to the massive cock-size of the Full Trailer. Please use this link for now where the video should be up and minute now. It’s 3 a.m. and I’m going to try and sleep. I’ll embed the bad motherfucker tomorrow. Thanks for understanding that all work and no play makes MJ a dull boy, ese. Ooh, I think PornHub has saved by Mexican-Italian ass. Hope so! Look just below to be sure. Enjoy!

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Voices Carry – 1

(Taboo Forbidden Man of the House Erotica)

by July Cumming

The well-endowed man of the house, Tom, overhears a sexy phone conversation between 18-year-old Samantha and her boyfriend. Forbidden desires for the brat flood his mind while he unloads a massive amount of love for her.

Can we do it in your parent’s bed?” Blake loved to get filthy wherever he thought he could get away with doing it. He had fucked most girlfriends in their parent’s bed, shower, car and hot tub. He’d even been so nasty as to fuck one of his girlfriends in her little brother’s room when he was outside playing with friends. He really didn’t care as long as he got off.

Why would you want to do it in my parent’s bed? Isn’t that a little…strange?”

Tom reached his hand into his bottoms and grabbed his cock. The idea of her getting fucked in his bed, was enough to send his hard flesh into stroke off mode. His princess should get punished for the shit she was talking about. Tom’s cock had other things in mind and needed its own punishment.

Oh baby. I think it would be so hot in your parents bed. So dirty, so wrong, so sexy. Can we please do it there?” The thought of fucking his girlfriend in her parent’s bed and taking her virginity really turned Blake on. His strokes quickened.

Really? You would get more turned on if you were fucking me in my mom and dad’s bed? I guess, if that is what you want. I want to make you happy. We do have to clean up our mess after. Can not have them find out! I would be in so much shit. I mean like my dad would kill me.”

Oh yeah, I want you to call me daddy when I make love to you. Better yet, call me big daddy.”

Really? Um, that request is kind of unusual don’t you think? That would be so weird calling you big daddy.

Why baby? Wouldn’t you do it for me?” Blake asked in a charming tone.

For one, my dad is my dad. Yes, he is good-looking for his age and yes, my friends think his silver hair is sexy, but I think it would creep me out a little. Not that he is ew, but the situation is ew. I don’t know.”

Oh baby, I just thought it would be hot. You know, because it’s so dirty. It would intensify our pleasure. It’s like every guy’s fantasy to have his girl call him big daddy.”

Really? I mean I’m not totally against calling you that. I just don’t want you thinking it’s strange when I’m moaning out “give it to me and fuck me daddy”, know what I mean?”

Tom was ready to burst after hearing his girl say “fuck me daddy”. He was happy to hear she didn’t think he was a total drag. Knowing her friends thought he was sexy, turned him on even more so. His nuts were aching at the lingering thought of sleeping with his little girl. If only it could happen. With his wife away, he was in some serious need of getting off. He shifted his weight on the floor, trying to get himself in a better position to view her naked tits. The floor underneath him let out a slight creak as he pumped his dry stiff flesh. Ah, shit.

Oh God, I have to go! I think my dad is up. I’ll think about your request. Have fun getting to sleep. Don’t share my picture.”

In a panic, Tom rapidly pulled out his hand from his pants and headed down the hall to his room next to hers. He flicked on his lamp and closed the door behind him. Tom was in the clear now. She would never know he had listened in on her conversation and was fondling himself to her sweet young breasts just outside her door. His indecent arousal had adrenaline flowing through his entire body.

I mean it Blake. I swear to God, it better not end up on some site.”

It won’t baby. Goodnight. Thanks again.” Blake hung up his phone and continued thrusting his cock into his fist. It took him almost a year to see her breasts. He was glad he didn’t wait for her and had found other things to get his rocks off.

Noticing she had left her door slightly open, she scurried off her bed, scrambled to get her shirt back on and headed to her door. Sammie peered her head out into the hallway. “Daddy? Is that you?” Samantha’s voice trembled as she called out for him. She was so nervous of getting caught with her clothes off. She waited, trying to hear the sound again from the hall and didn’t hear anything or see anyone there. “Daddy?” she whispered. With no reply, she shrugged it off and closed her bedroom door behind her.

Tom rushed off his pants, tossed them to the corner chair and climbed into bed. He scooted his ass up to rest his back against the headboard and grabbed the universal remote off the nightstand. Hitting the power button to the television, he fumbled to change the input to DVD.Hurry up, hurry up. Come on, change already. He banged the remote against his palm thinking it would help. Finally. He then pressed play on the porno already loaded inside the player.

Reaching over to his side-table, he opened the drawer and shoved his hand inside. Feeling his way around the contents, he pulled out his rubber cock-ring and a tube of his favourite lube, ‘Prolonging 4U’. It was a special numbing kind that desensitized his cock from cumming too soon. It was also great for anal sex, but his wife wasn’t into that unless she had too much wine. Tom opened the bottle and drew a line of tingling blue gel up his thick rod. His hand promptly cupped around his prick and began massaging it around his throbbing meat. Fuck that feels good. Tom adjusted the opening of the ring, slid it over his cock-head, down to the base of his shaft and tightened the knot.

He hit the fast forward button to a scene with a young woman in pigtails, riding the cock of an older man. As the girl bounced her small frame up and down the shaft of the buff mature man, she grunted with every thrust driven into her. He imagined the moans were coming from his daughter. Tom closed his eyes and pictured sliding his member inside his little girl. He thought of her getting fucked hard and deflowered by his own prick. Tom jacked off in rhythm of the sounds, giving great pleasure to his deserving numbed cock.

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Lie v Lay, A Golden Nugget | Grammar Post by Jamie McLachlin

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Grammar Tip: Lie v Lay

One of my new friends, Jamie McLachlan, has written a post with editing tips. Below you’ll find what I find to be a golden nugget for editing the dreaded lie v. lay that I still struggle with.

I don’t think any of us in the modern writing world are safe from needing the occasional (to constant)  help of the grammar gods. I wish the grammar gods would just wave their magic grammar-wands and make my work right. Thanks to the heavy demands on authors today, I rarely can afford a proper editor and merely read my own work backwards shortly after I’ve finished it (and often poorly and half-asleep, at that). I am no island. I welcome help. Jamie has kindly offered some, so if you want some tips on editing your own work,take advantage of her (ooh that sounds fun) and click this link to the lovely and charming Jamie McLachlin for an in-depth blog post on her site. Below you will find one “example”-nugget for you to chew on in the meantime.

 

One Golden Tip from Jamie

The ever-frustrating Lie v. Lay:

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A picture of a your typical grammar nazi

A picture of a your typical grammar nazi

Excerpt from Voices Carry 2 by July Cumming | #LPRTG #MrBrtg @JulyCumming

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Voices Carry – 2

(Taboo Forbidden Man of the House Erotica)

by July Cumming

The brat sneaks a peek of the man of the house while he showers. Catching him in the act, she finds out he is well-endowed. Now she wants him inside more than ever. Tom takes a trip to the mall with Samantha, her boyfriend, and her redheaded troublemaker best friend. Inside the XXX store and the public restroom, causes an interesting and extremely sticky and messy Sunday afternoon for all.

Samantha looked at the time again and realized she had better get moving. She promptly stood up from the table and headed towards her dad. When she got to the side of him, she noticed his hand on the outside of his pants holding his cock. A devilish feeling swept through her body. “I’m done eating, what about you Dad? Can I take your plate?” she asked, extending her arm over his shoulder for his dish.

Tom was quick, but not quick enough. Shit, I hope she didn’t see that. He pretended to act like nothing had gone on, and removed his hand from his hard-on. “Yes Cupcake. I’m done. It was delicious, thank you,” he said, jolting up out of his chair. He whipped the newspaper down, covering up the front of his groin, hoping it would stop his daughter from seeing his massive erection.

No problem Daddy. Anything for you.” Samantha grinned as she carried the plates to the kitchen sink.

Now that she had her back turned, Tom took the opportunity to leave the room before she could see his pitched tent. Last nights tent could have slept four, now it could fit eight. “I’m going to go jump in the shower. I won’t take long dear,” Tom said, heading up the stairs to his room.

Alright Daddy. I’ll be doing the same thing soon. Have to make myself look pretty for Blake.”

From the top of the stairwell, Tom responded, “you’re already beautiful. Don’t ever forget that.”

Samantha finished clearing off the table and cleaning up the mess from breakfast. I wonder what he was thinking about while he was stroking his cock under the table? Was he thinking of me? No way was he thinking of me. I was only trying to tease him a little. Fuck, that was a daring thing to do in front of me. I can’t believe how massive it looked. If Blake is that big, he’s going to split me in two. Would that be so bad?

Counting down the days to losing her virginity, Samantha was finding herself not only nervous but incredibly horny. Why on earth was her dad turning her on now? It was something she had never thought about, or would ever dream about, until last night. His moans were so intense, so stimulating, so fucking filthy. The guilt of enjoying seeing her father hard and his sounds from masturbating the night before, made her feel nauseous. As much as she felt disgusted by the forbidden attraction to the man who raised her, she had never felt the energy so high in her pussy.

Samantha headed up the stairs to start getting ready for the afternoon. When she walked into her bedroom, the first thing she spotted was her heart-shaped pillow. Her pussy began to uncontrollably clench from the memory of the amazing orgasm she had the night before. Without thinking, she left her room and headed for the room next to hers. Samantha held her ear to her father’s bedroom door, waiting for any signs of her dad walking around. The only sounds she heard, was the water running in his bathroom and of course the pounding coming from her chest.

Her hand trembled in fear as she grasped her palm around the doorknob. Samantha hesitated before turning the handle. She convinced herself that everything would be okay if she only opened the door just enough to peek inside. Anymore than a crack and she could risk getting herself caught. Samantha opened the door, and when she didn’t see Tom around she grinned. He must be in the shower. She made a bold move and carefully stepped inside her parents’ room.

Sure enough, she heard the shower running, but also noticed that her dad’s bathroom door had been left open. Samantha was curious to see anything she could get her eyes on. Maybe she would get a glimpse of his ass, or even his man parts. She didn’t care as long as she got to see something. Sammie slowly walked across the shag carpet towards the door of his bathroom. Just before she reached the frame, she crouched down and practically crawled herself around his dresser, enough to have a look. On all fours, on his bedroom floor, she peered into her daddy’s washroom.Daddy Erotica

The room was full of rising steam, but she could still make out her dad’s silhouette through the glass shower door. She was only hoping for a peek at his cock, what she saw instead was even better. Her dad had his hand wrapped around his erection and he was once again beating off. Samantha looked in awe as her father stood there unaware she was watching him vigorously pound his dick. Did I do that to him? Oh daddy, stroke it hard and cum for me. She felt tempted to whisper out to him but knew it would be so wrong. This was not the typical Sunday afternoon with her dad that she’d been accustomed to in the past.

Tom closed his eyes, thinking of the wet spot on his daughter’s shirt. When he saw her nipple standing out behind the white cotton, he wished he could have grabbed her breast and sucked on her begging tit. Knowing that Samantha was still a virgin, enticed him more. She was fresh, could be taught so many sexual things, and she had so many pleasures yet to discover. He would do anything to help her transition from being a girl, to becoming a woman. Tom pictured the moment when his daughter wrapped her sultry lips around the glistening breakfast meat. “Aah yes,” he moaned, stroking faster. He knew it wasn’t a realistic wish, but it sent a unique surge through him. It turned him on more than he had been in a long time.

Samantha loved hearing her dad groan as he whacked off in the shower. If she could help him out, just once, she would. Yesterday, she wouldn’t have dreamed of doing such an immoral thing, but something about his carnal grunts of gratification, thrilled her more than imaginable. She absorbed herself in his motions, in his sounds, in his forbidden passion. She didn’t realize he was thinking of his little girl the entire time he was masturbating.

Samantha leaned down, resting her left arm on the floor and spat on the fingertips of her right hand. She slid her hand down her shorts and into her panties. Finding her clit, she began rubbing circles around her swollen bud while watching her dear father gripping his thick shaft. When he slowed his pace, she slowed down with him. She finger fucked herself to the steady rhythm of her daddy.

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Excerpt from Voices Carry 3 by July Cumming | @JulyCumming #LPRTG #SSRTG

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Excerpt from – Voices Carry – 3

(Taboo Forbidden Man of the House Erotica)

by July Cumming

After a week of taboo thoughts about Samantha, Tom creates a plan to get what he wants without anyone finding out. Can he manage to take her hard and without protection before her no good boyfriend gets to her first?

Once everyone had finished eating, the guys took off outside. Tom ran upstairs to get out of his slacks, and into something more comfortable. Sweats were perfect for lounging in. After changing, he came back down and they had a seat back on the couch.

So girls, another movie?” Tom asked. It was already past eight and he would need to get to bed soon after the show if he was going to use that toy.

Yeah sure dad. Since you picked the last one, and it stunk I might add, I’m choosing the next one. ‘The Clowns Have Knives’ sounds creepy. Nobody in their right mind, likes clowns,” Samantha sneered.

Sounds good Cupcake.” Tom folded his arms together and stretched out his legs. Time to relax.

As the movie played on, Tom’s eyes grew weary, and he eventually nodded off to the screams of terror.

It was half way into the film before Samantha noticed her dad had fallen asleep. She was about to nudge him, hoping he would open his eyes, but stopped herself from disturbing him. She felt herself drawn to glance down at his crotch. Tom’s dick was standing straight up under his sweatpants. Trying not to bring attention to him, Samantha quickly turned her face back towards the movie.

You see it too?” Becky whispered.

See what?” Samantha replied, hoping she was talking about the film.

Your dad is rock hard.”

I hadn’t noticed. I don’t make it a habit of looking at my dad’s junk.” Samantha replied.

Yeah right. How could you not notice that? It’s huge. Is your dad a light sleeper?” Becky asked.

I don’t think so, why?”

Let’s find out.” Becky traced her fingertip from his cock-head down to where she could no longer feel his cock underneath his pants.

Oh my God, what are you doing?” Samantha asked in an annoyed tone.

I’m seeing if he is a heavy or light sleeper. What does it look like I’m doing?” Becky continued gently caressing her finger over his shaft that was hidden under his pants. “Look, it’s twitching.”

Stop it Becky. That’s so not cool,” Samantha whispered as she watched her best friend play with her daddy’s hard-on.

I never said it was. Well it kinda is. It’s dancing on its own.” Becky smiled and gave Samantha a devilish look. “Dare you to touch it too.”

God no. That’s my dad.”

So, he’s not your real dad.”

Well he is to me. He raised me.” Samantha’s heart started to pound inside her chest.

Wouldn’t you like to feel his beast? It looks pretty big under there.” Becky reached over Tom and grabbed Samantha’s hand. She knew if she resisted, they would wake the man of the house up. Becky held Samantha’s wrist and placed her hand on top of Tom’s cock. “Go on, feel it.”

Samantha struggled to swallow her spit, making her gasp. She was absolutely mortified to what her friend was making her do. It felt like she was drowning, forgetting how to breathe. She looked into Becky’s eyes, pleading with her to let her go.

It’s not going to bite you. Relax. Feel how thick his cock is? How warm it feels under his pants? Now squeeze your palm around it.” Becky guided Samantha to do exactly what she told her to do.

This is so wrong Becky. What if one of the guys walks in? How the hell do I explain that to the guys?”

Don’t worry so much. Your dad’s prick feels so good, doesn’t it?” Becky asked, wrapping her hand around her friend’s hand. She slowly cradled Samantha’s palm around Tom’s thick shaft and pushed her hand down his dick. “Yes, that’s it. Stroke his cock. I bet he wishes he was awake for this,” she said, pulling Samantha’s hand back up. Becky gripped her hand and steadily jerked their hands multiple times over his bulge.

Samantha’s cunt throbbed in excitement as she fondled her dad in his slumber. Is this really happening? “We should stop Becky. It’s so wrong,” she stated. She didn’t really want to stop, she enjoyed touching her dad and feeling his massive prick. It sparked her forbidden desires again, but it felt awkward doing it with her best friend forcing her hand. “He’s going to wake up.”

Want me to take it out of his pants? I bet his flesh is on fire from being so hard.”

God no. You can’t do that.”

I can’t, or I shouldn’t?”

Both. That’s too risky Becky,” Samantha uttered, while her hand softly rubbed up and down her daddy’s contained shaft. She found it hard to believe how much she enjoyed touching him. The last twenty-four hours had been a blur of arousal and unethical thoughts for her dad. She didn’t think she would ever be stroking him off. This was incredible. As much as she wanted so badly to wrap her fingers around his bare skin, she couldn’t do it in front of her friend. And definitely not out in the open of their living room.

Is your pussy throbbing like mine is?” Becky asked.

Nooo. God no! This is so gross. It’s not some random guy passed out. It’s my dad for fuck sake.”

It is. I can tell just by your reply that you are thoroughly getting aroused by this. Let me take it out. Then you can at least see it.”

No. It’s not happening. And no, I’m not thrilled molesting my dad in his sleep,” Samantha replied, unaware that she was now stroking him off on her own will.

Becky had taken her hand off Samantha’s hand in hopes she would continue rubbing him on her own. She was really getting off on watching her best friend stroke Tom. Without thinking twice about it, Becky crammed Samantha’s hand down the front of his pants and placed it on his warm stiff flesh.

Holy fuck. What have you done?” Samantha asked, terrified and stunned that her fingers were now skimming her daddy’s hard cock. She was about to pull her hand out, until Becky piped up.

If you stop now, surely daddy will wake up and catch you playing with his prick. Keep the motion going.” Becky grinned. The flickering light from the horror movie playing in the background, gave an evil look to her face.

I can’t do this.” Samantha’s fingers repeatedly slid over her dad’s penis, petting him while he slept.

Yes you can. It feels warm and velvety right? I assume since you are a virgin, this is the first cock you’ve ever touched?” Becky winked, knowing full well it was.

Well yeah, I’m waiting until the party on Friday.”

You are such a naughty little virgin. Stroking off your dad while he’s asleep. Want me to pull his pants down so you can suck it?”

No! I’m putting a stop to this nonsense Becky. He’s going to wake anytime now or the guys will come barging in. I’ve done nothing wrong here. You did this.” Samantha carefully pulled her hand out from Tom’s sweats.

Oh you liked every second of it. I bet daddy’s girl would take it further if she could.”

God no. Stop. This never happened. Do you hear me?”

Whatever. I know what I saw,” Becky said, standing up from the couch. “I’m getting a drink. Do you want anything?”

Samantha wanted her dad. The size of his cock in her hand had her pussy clenching to the thoughts of it filling her up. “I’m good.” Samantha stood up and walked over to the front door to check on the work of the car. It had been awhile since the guys had been heard from. She opened the door to find the driveway clear of anything. “Um, looks like the boys have left you behind Becky. The guys were gone, as well as the car.”

A scream from the movie startled Tom awake. Unaware of how long he’d been out, he figured it was at least an hour. He sat on the sofa, waiting for his wood to go down before attempting to get up. He didn’t say a word when he heard the girls walking around.

That sucks. I guess I’m spending the night.”

I don’t think that’s such a good idea Becky. Not after what you made me do.” Samantha walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water out of the fridge.

I highly doubt your dad is going to take me home at this late hour. Do you really want me getting a ride from him?” she said, standing across from her at the island.

It’s only nine-thirty, catch the bus,” Samantha scoffed.

But it’s Sunday, remember? They aren’t running very often today. Besides, we still have to watch the rest of the movie. It was getting good too, until you stopped it.” Becky wasn’t talking about the flick.

Tom wondered what Becky made Samantha do that had her pissed off. He closed his eyes again, hoping he could find the answer.

Well, I highly doubt he’ll drive you home. It’s late and we have to get to bed.”

See, I’m spending the night. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to him if that’s what you are worried about.”

What just happened, never happened. Understand?” Samantha still couldn’t believe what she had done to her dad. It would be a cold day in hell when she would admit she enjoyed it.

I swear, my lips are sealed,” Becky replied, motioning her fingers to lock her lips. “I know you liked it though, but I’ll let you go on pretending you didn’t.”

Back in the living room, the girls flopped down on the couch to watch the rest of the movie. It was a little disappointing for Samantha to see that her dad’s hard-on was now gone, yet relieved it wasn’t there to entice her.

Tom stretched his arms over his head and yawned, letting the girls know he was awake. “Did I miss much? I didn’t realize I was that tired,” he said as he sat up.

Yeah, you missed quite a bit Mr. Peterson. It was really good.”

Samantha leaned forward and glared at Becky. She wanted to strangle her for implying something. “No, it wasn’t. The movie’s another stinker.”

It’s good I slept through it then. How are the guys doing? Any luck on the car?” 

Well Dad, they left without saying anything. That was Becky’s ride home. I’ll be having a good talk with Blake tomorrow at school.”

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