Humiliation

Incestuous Harem Chapter Seventeen: Punishing the Bratty Sister By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to Ron for beta reading this! Vicky Samuels “Okay, I want your worksheets filled out by tomorrow,” I said to my World History class, staring out at the students. There were smatterings of groans that made me smile while the more driven students, who cared about their grades, nodded brightly. I tried not to linger on any one face of my students as they gathered their supplies into their backpacks, particularly one. It was so hard not to stare at Master as I taught. I just wanted...

Giving up control You better hurry up. You only have 30 seconds left. I'm trying, I'm almost there. Just give me a few more seconds, PLEASE! Nope, you knew the rules. 3 minutes to cum. 10 seconds left ALMOST THEEEEERRRRRRREEEE- And time, HANDS OFF NOW!!!! And so I stood there, my hard cock throbbing, on the edge and ready to burst. To make matters worse, I haven't been able to cum in over a month. I needed this relief so bad, and if I had 5-6 more seconds, I would've gotten in. But no, I stood there with my hands behind...

He’s furious to find his wife fucking a total stranger in their house—but then she changes his mind about it. Literally. ******** I came home after work to find them fucking on the living room floor. My wife and some guy I didn’t know. He was on top. I remember her heels and toes hanging in the air as his ass flexed and he pumped away at her. “The FUCK,” I said. The guy looked back over his shoulder and smiled at me. Then he saw my expression and his smile left. My wife, she looked at me, then rolled her...

When in Rome Charlotte was visiting Rome city alone for the weekend she had everything planned and had prepared for months so she could see all the tourist spots. The Treviea Fountain was one of the most fascinating sites that Charlotte had researched. There was a legend that if you stood in front of the fountain and threw a coin over your shoulder that you would return to the fountain. Charlotte didn't believe in the legend at all I fact she thought it was childish yet she went to visit the fountain regardless. Charlotte got off the metro and was walking...

It was twelve o’clock in the morning, and I had still yet to find my prey for the night. I growled as my long, blood red nails dug into the steering wheel of the black minivan I currently sat in, frustration boiling inside me just begging to be released on some innocent bystander. Just as I was to abandon my hunt, a flash of blonde obstructed my vision, causing me to snap my head to the side to see a blonde beauty with a both somewhat petite frame and generous jugs walking alone, looking down at her phone with her earbuds...

Good reading ! Do not hesitate to let me know your opinion in the comments. ---------‐---------------- In a quiet neighborhood life the Conor's family which is made up of John the 40-year-old father, Amanda the 34-year-old mother, Samuel the 17-year-old son, John the father is often on the move for work leaving his wife alone and son on weekdays. Samuel wakes up in his bed turning off the alarm clock that shows 7:05 am, the usual time he wakes up to go to school. He looks at himself in the mirror in his bedroom, he is naked, he has been used...

White whore on the slave plantation pt 1 Jessica was at a difficult age, a child with the blossoming body of a woman, a blue eyed pale skinned, blonde haired goddess/ child part latino part caucasian, she lived with her mother on the Carlos Menendez Plantation where James’s family had grown cotton for three generations. James tried everything to please Jessica but it was useless, he believed she hated him, It wasn’t his fault that Jessica’s father died or that her mother had married his father. James’ mother had died when he was sixteen when her carriage turned over, leaving him...

Years later, I look back, having become the queen of sluts, willing to be degraded for a good orgasm, willing to fuck and suck any cock. Like last night when I bent over a urinal in the men’s room at my local pub and let two well-hung black guys fuck me silly and a third cum in my mouth, after which they gave me a nice golden shower while I frigged my raw pussy. But how did it start? With Dad really. Twenty years ago, sex wasn’t quite so available or easy to find out about, but I’d seen a few...

Picture Perfect, (the revised edition) Prologue; My original, “Picture perfect,” was written as a, stand alone, story but I received so many questions as to the wife’s motives, that I decided to write a follow up story from Judy’s point of view. This proved more difficult than I had expected but the two stories generated so much interest that I thought I would revise both stories to make them more believable. Please be advise; The forced, male to male, rape toward the end is essential to the telling of this story. I did revise it considerably to make it more understandable...

I felt the pain before I could protest the girth I felt pressing against my pussyhole. I thought I was dreaming at first. I laid there frozen, on my stomach as I felt my pussy being stretched beyond its capacity. Short, quick strokes, each one ripping my hole open, each time the huge thing went deeper. I felt it ponding against my cervix, each time causing a sharp pain deep in my gut. My pussy is dripping blood and precum from the monster dick hammering. I squirmed to get away scurrying up the bed. Then I felt it! A sharp pair...