How I Became a Slut Pt. 03

The following story is complete fiction. Comments are always welcome and encouraged. Enjoy. PART 1 Lying on his bed holding his phone with his left hand and his cock with his right, Ben Watson was startled when his nineteen year old sister Sara barged into his room without knocking. With a dramatic sigh she spun around and dropped on her back at the foot of his bed, then stared straight up at the ceiling. "What the fuck?" Ben grumbled, thankful that he had pulled the thin blanket over himself after getting a cold chill just moments earlier. "You forget how to knock?" "I'm so bored!" Sara said, staring up at the ceiling. "And how is that my problem?" Ben asked, swiping out of the porn story he had been reading before the interruption. "I want you to do something with me," Sara replied as she turned her head to look at her older brother. "Like what?" Ben asked. "I don't know. Play with me," Sara said, making

What time is it? I felt myself thinking before I even opened my eyes. I could feel the sun light trying to stream in through the window that was mostly shut. But more importantly I could feel the big, strong, virile man behind me. Darius and I were lying on our sides, spooning. His big arm was around my chest and cradling me, and my head was resting on his other arm. I could feel his muscular thighs pressed against the back of mine. And besides his steady, deep breathing just behind my ear, I could feel morning wood casually flexing against my thong covered ass cheek and the top of my thigh. I squinted one eye open and grabbed my phone and checked the time. 6 am, great, the conferences don't start til around 9 am. I smiled to myself and let my body press back into his. I felt him stir a little but not wake up. I arched my lower back and pressed my ass against his thick cock. God he was sexy. I thought to myself as I slowly grinded against him. His cock swelling even more. I felt

The land wilted before them. People fled, scattering to the winds, only to gather in small groups, whispering of their desolation. To speak too loud, they said, invoked them. Yet they had no names. No true way to be summoned, for they were mindless forces of chaos driven into naught but destruction. Those few souls who saw them perished, or became hollow versions of themselves. The others drew blade and let loose the blood of their kin, manifesting heated battles that determined nothing save who could endure the longest. The victor wore the skulls of their enemies and drank the tears of those who wept for them. So it was everywhere they went. I followed, never more than a week behind, watching the carnage. Yet as I watched them, they did nothing. Sword, bow, and scales sat emblematically, held aloft, and never used. They rode their beasts, never speaking, never acting. The world fell open before them without so much as a whimper. It was morning when I finally dared approach where the

We had satisfied our sexual hunger for the time being and we needed to replenish our energy and recharge. It was a lovely evening so we ventured out to find a nice restaurant for what was going to be our last night of uninhibited fun together. He looked irresistibly sexy in a navy shirt which hugged his toned torso and smart trousers which accentuated his perfectly peachy ass. I wore a sheer black dress with a tight black slip underneath. My underwear was picked just for this trip. It was a beautifully feminine black satin set and with sheer panels in the bra so a glint of the gold stud through my nipple could be seen. I picked a thong rather than briefs as I knew he would be much more appreciative of the lack of material covering my skin. The evening air was fresh and crisp and the streets where bustling with people. We were relaxed and chatted about nothing in particular as we scanned the restaurants trying to decide where looked good to eat. We chose a softly lit, glass fronted 19

After recent forays into my wife's kinky side our relationship was better than ever. I had initially feared she would tire of me and I would be reduced to watching from the sidelines. However, I shouldn't have worried. She seemed hungrier for sex than ever. We would fuck regularly with a passion and enthusiasm I had never known. Nothing was off limits. Where before I'd have to ply her with drink to even be allowed to push a finger in her ass now she begged to be fucked anally. And she loved it hard. Seemingly the big cocks of the black guys she'd fucked had unlocked hidden depths. And I was happy to reap the rewards. I wasn't being replaced, she just loved getting laid. One night, as I lay recovering my breath after fucking her she gently stroked my chest and said, "babe?" "Yeah?" I panted. "I've been thinking...you know how you didn't mind me fucking those guys with you watching them use me?" "Didn't mind? I loved it

Part I: Lo Gets Wet Lo got on the road early. Packed for the long weekend, an anticipatory grin on her face, a glint in her eye, she gave me the briefest of pecks on the cheek before speeding away in her car, off to the suburbs to meet Meri. Lo had done her utmost best to quarantine for fourteen days, get a COVID test, and insure that this weekend, planned out while the COVID numbers were way down in our part of the country, went off without a hitch. After all that hard work and self-deprivation over the past fortnight, she was eager to get to her destination with Meri - a three day camping weekend in a remote corner of our state. Finally the two of them would be able to frolic freely, feel each other up fervently, and fuck like banshees. I was not invited. It was to be a lesbian lovers' retreat. So you can imagine what a shock it was to Lo when, arriving at MILF Meri's house, rather than the two of them hopping in Meri's SUV, the three of them did - Lo, Meri, and Meri

Warning: This story contains body part transformation. If this is something that doesn't interest you, please don't read this story. Thanks! *** I sat cross-legged in the waiting room, making sure to hold my purse close. I'd applied to a job as a wealthy couple's personal assistant, although the job description didn't give much of an idea of what the job actually is. No matter, though. The couple had listed pretty incredible pay for the job, especially for a young woman such as myself. I had decided to take a gap year before heading to college and had been working at a movie theater. Not the worst job one could have, but I wanted to do better, maybe take a risk or two. Suddenly, a man walked through the door. "Alexis?" He asked, looking right at me. "That's me," I replied, standing up and walking over to the man. "Right this way ma'am. Mr. and Mrs. Jameson will see you now." The man turned and briskly walked into the doorway h