Lay on top of her and romantically kiss the back of her neck
You climb on top of her. “That feels so good honey. Gosh darn. If I wasn’t Allah’s honorable disciple I would let you ravage my pussy baby, but it’s best this way, it more romantic.” She really emphasized the word romantic disgustingly. “I could rape your ass at any time, hun. But I love you too much.” She giggled lovingly. You weren’t prudes. I mean, fuck. You were smart but just didn’t trust this world. You were different. You were raised in a different culture that demanded temperance. You were human and all sexed up and mostly expressed it through talking about it. You placed yourself so your dick was up her but crack, but you had on tighty whities and G-strung had on a g-string so you were all heavenly pure in that religious fanaticism kind of way that made your dick ultra-spiritually hard. Shit. You fit in G-strung’s crack perfectly and your pressure on her soft bulbous hardness felt insanely great. You could bake jizz cookies in her cunt oven you were so in love with her, but you would wait until it was god’s gracious goodness to gloriously, appropriately, and legally anally bake her chocolate cunt cookies. Instead of using your dick as a paddle in her cutely inappropriate cunt hole, you pressed your chest down onto her back without pushing too much weight onto her demure top half (how did this delicate torso hang onto that bad-ass booty of a bottom half, it was mathematically improbable), and buried your lips in her weave spread out over the nape of her neck like Hokkien noodles and kissed her tenderly until the hairs on her neck stood up. “Oh, honey, I love you. When we are married I will use my pussy like a washing machine over your cock. You’ll see. It will be the Kama Sutra’s Helicopter over the Congress of the Cow with a side of Splitting the Bamboo for you, baby.” You leaned forward and found her lips. You brushed some of her thick hair off her face and your tongues met and you French-kissed deeply. You were so on the verge of cumming. You could feel her engorged clit through the fabric between you. It was pulsing, trembling, a small sexual earthquake. She was humping the floor. You could just jizz so easily you thought of other things. You thought of pi, then of dirty toilets in the old train. Your orgasm subsided a tick, but it was still right there on the precipice. She climbed your tongue with an intense suction until she hung from the back of it, in your mouth, breathlessly. Then her hips stiffened. She went dead like a fish after it’s all flapped out. You increased the pressure of your cock in its undies in her ass crack and that released the cum-kracken. You spurted down her ass crack (in undies, of course. Safety first). “You’re the best,” she said and rocked until you fell off to the side of her and nuzzled up into her smelling her cocoa and coconut funk butter until you drifted off to sleep.
Unfortunately, not getting dick in pussy was making you go a bit mad. You couldn’t continue like this. You loved her but you needed sex. It was a biological fact. The more you thought about it the more you justified it to yourself. As you walked around town, every hot chick you saw was further proof that you would get yourself some ass by hook or by crook. You decided that she must feel the same way. In fact…
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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.
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?”
(Continue reading this Cyber Monday Love Doll Story)
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.
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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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
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“Find out if Heather is giving or getting the Happy Ending this time!”
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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Excerpt from –
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.