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The Redhead in the Killer Kollar

In order to save the life of a very interesting, naked messenger who showed up on his doorstep, W is forced to hold a demonstration party for his new Orgasmatron Ultra.
This is a BDSM techo-nerd adventure/mystery. There is a non-consensual Master-Slave relationship, and consensual participation in the demonstration of the Orgasmatron Ultra which does what its name implies, takes women to orgasm multiple times.

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Letter to Afganistan

A lady invites her sister to join her in England where she has a job in a Gentemens club where she enjoys being fucked in every orifice

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A Fortunate Rescue 3 – Samantha’s Story

If you have read the first two episodes you will be familiar with the story of Daniel, his wife Catherine and their two new friends and lovers Peter and Samantha.  You will also remember the escape that they had from the thug loitering in the underground car park.   This episode is Samantha’s story of what happened next….

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The Weekend 2

This story is a little more fast paced since the relationship has been established. It has the same two main characters, therefore I recommend reading the first story before hand. I hope every one enjoys!.

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Pleasures In Between Parts 2 & 3

These are more like chapters for each one and I thought chapter 2 was a little short so I waited untill chapter 3 was done. I hope you enjoy, I suggest that you read the previous part before you read these.

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“RUNAWAY” Chapter 6 “Discipline”

Follow along as Holly, traveling by the name of Sammi Shepherd, hitchhikes across the country alone facing the dangers any attractive young lady might face and having daydreams and nightmares about the sexually depraved things Roger, her mom’s boyfriend, does to her, while she tries to establish a new identity and life for herself. You can find the other chapters as well as my other stories here: https://www.sexstories.com/profile269763/brokenwing

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Trafficked Love Ch. 20

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

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Webcam Boys Chapter 4

William and John had just discovered a new dimension to their friendship. When precarious circumstances threaten their school rep, how far is John willing to go for his best bud?

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The Tease (Repost/edited)

Hello readers, I realize I have been on almost 2 year hiatus, and haven’t posted in a long time. Part of it was boycotting the site, and another part of it was at a loss of what to write about. So if you have any story ideas, I’m open to ideas, just message me your ideas, plots, and any particulars. I’m not planning on continuing this story, unless you have some ideas for it. Constructive criticism only please, help me improve the writing.

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Diary of Billy Bob Chapter 6 (More Sex Therapy)

This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) ConclusionBilly Bob Chapter 6 (More Sex Therapy)
The following Friday Sarah was again eager for us to come over to their home after YL. After we had a glass of wine, Jefferson said that Sarah still would not let him approach her sexually and he was now pretty sure that it was their age difference that was getting in the way. Since she had never dated, she was missing an entire chapter of her life. What she needed in the next stage of her therapy was to make love with someone her own age so she could experience young love and fill in some of those missing experiences. He asked Leah if she was willing for me to help with this next stage of therapy and she thought about it only for a moment before saying yes.
So what was I to do? I had to go along with it too. Jefferson said that he trusted me to do the right thing and wanted me to take Sarah in their car out to Lover’s Lane and, to the extent that Sarah was willing, to make out with her in the back seat. Now I haven’t told you much about Sarah, but she is a beautiful redhead with voluptuous curves. She is six feet tall, has fully developed firm high breasts with little pink nipples, a tiny waist and her pubic hair is a luxuriant curly triangle of pretty hair in a pale tint of burnt orange. Every boy in high school had panted after her, the hottest chick in school, and many had probably masturbated with her image in mind, so I actually started looking forward to our therapy session and developed a bit of a boner.
We left Leah and Jefferson at home and drove off. I asked Sarah to sit closer to me and put my arm around her, trying to remember just how I had acted in high school. When I parked I turned and kissed her gently on the mouth. She was receptive so I continued kissing and put my hand on her back and held her closer. She was the first to tentatively move her tongue between my lips, so as we continued French kissing I slid my hand under her blouse and up her back to where her bra was fastened. She didn’t pull away so I fumbled with the bra hooks (it had been a long time since I’d had any practice doing that) and finally got them all undone. As I kissed her on the neck and put my tongue in her ear I moved my hand around to the front and up to her breast. She stiffened up a little at that, but didn’t say anything.
After a while she relaxed some so I suggested we get in the back seat as the steering wheel was gouging me in the ribs. We moved the seats forward to make more room in the back, climbed over the seat backs and settled into more comfortable positions in the back. I asked her if it would be all right to kiss her breasts and she said she thought she would like that. Lifting her blouse, I started sucking on one nipple while massaging her other breast. Sarah was saying little things, almost under her breath, like “Does it feel good?” “Yes!” “What am I feeling?” “Warm!” “Do I like him?” “Yes!” “Do I want him to go further?” “I think so!” and things like that. So I asked her to lay down on the seat while I knelt on the floor and continued tonguing her nipple but now let one hand roam down to her leg and slowly inch up the inside of her thigh. She almost sat up when my hand reached her panties and she started to push my hand away, but then lay back down and pulled her blouse up so I could continue my love making there.
I let my hand stay still for a while and then moved it up on the outside of her panties so that it was resting on her pubic area. She continued whispering about how she was feeling and finally said that she would like it if I put my hand inside of her panties, which I proceeded to do. I let it roam around over her love triangle for a while and then gently edged my finger just barely into her pussy. She was starting to breath a little heavily now so I again kissed her on the mouth and inserted my tongue at the same time that I let my finger contact her love button. At first there was no reaction, but as I moved my finger around some, circling and lightly sliding over her clitoris, her whispers resumed their satisfied tone and suggestions of pleasure. I resumed giving attention to her breasts and explored where my finger seemed to give the most pleasure.
Did Leah’s running commentary during our first demonstration suggest to Sarah that such was a part of love making? If so, it surely made it easier for me as she verbally guided many of my movements. By now she was no longer whispering but was telling me in no uncertain terms that she wanted more, and faster, and a little more pressure. I became concerned that she was going to climax without my entering her, so I pulled my hands back to unzip my jeans and told her that it was time for me to come in. She scooted up on the seat to make some room for me and I lifted the crotch of her panties aside and slid in to home base. I was pretty sure that after being raped by her daddy so often that she knew what to expect, so I didn’t wait for any comments from her but set up a slow even stroke, in and out to my full length. She did say immediately that I was a little bigger than her daddy was and that felt real good. Then she started urging me to do it harder.
I had to put one leg back on the floor, to get enough leverage to pound into her hard, and she put one leg up over my shoulder, either to get it out of the way or because that gave her a better position. I think it must have been a good position because before too long she put her other leg over my other shoulder, leaving me lots of room to really fuck her good. It wasn’t long before I came in a big spurt, filling her cunt full. As I stopped moving, she said “I’m not ready to quit yet, keep going!” I was able to do that only for a minute or two, but my prick quickly became flaccid and finally just fell out of her. Knowing how important this was for her, I then put my mouth to her pussy and licked her clitoris as fast and hard as I could. She had been near a climax so it didn’t take long for her to have an orgasm. She then thanked me, saying that this was an experience that she hadn’t had as a school girl and that maybe it would really help her to become a true wife to Jefferson.
We adjusted our clothes, climbed back into the front seat and started for home. I pulled her over close and cuddled her a bit and nibbled on her ear to show that I had really enjoyed the night and felt close to her. She told me that she had heard other girls talk about giving head in the car, but didn’t quite know how to do it and could she try it with me. Without waiting for an answer, she unzipped my pants, pulled my limp dong out and covered it with her mouth. I had to slide the seat back to give her some room and told her that it was too soon after we had made love for me to respond. Nevertheless, she continued and damned if my prick didn’t start swelling. I slowed down so we wouldn’t get back to her house too soon, let my seat back tilt back some more, and just let myself enjoy it. I suggested a little more back and forth motion and using her tongue to lick the end of the penis and she responded like a pro. Just before we pulled into her driveway, I exploded, filling her mouth as I had her vagina less than half an hour earlier. She gulped every bit of it and proceeded to lick my dick clean, swallowing all of that too. Two kids in high school couldn’t have had a better time than we had that night.

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The Antique Choker

Lola gets an antique jewellery set a choker and ring and finds out the one wearing the ring has absolute power of the one wearing the choker

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MISDIRECTED MESSAGES: (3) THE NOTE

This is the third of six stories about messages going to the wrong person, and the result of that mistake. They are completely separate stories, and are only connected by this common theme. This story is quite long; it is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

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“ICE QUEEN”

Ice Queen
By Blueheatt
….The big boss, a Mr. Kirk called me into his office. He motioned me over to the side of his disk. He pushed a button and his door locked. He had me sit down. He leaned over and talked real low. “James, I’m sending you on a fact finding spy mission. There is a woman head of accounting, a Ms. Grant. I need to know all about her ‘personal’ life. That’s all you need to know if anybody ever asked questions. Just say you ‘figured’ she was up for a promotion and had to be looked into, but you really don’t know. Now …between you and I, she a cold woman and I want to know why….because I would love to fuck her. If she’s into women or something else, I can stop my efforts. See what you can find out, OK?…now…you’ll be with ‘new projects’ that you can’t talk about…got it.”
I said I understood and top secret all the way.
…..I left and thought, oh my. A boss who can’t make time with a female employee and wants me to spy on her so he can use the information to get to her somehow. I laughed.
… I spotted Ms. Grant or ‘Janice’ the day she got here, and If anybody is going to fuck her, it will be me. She’s fucking beautiful. A natural blond, big tits, and models face, hot legs and I can make her laugh. That was the one thing that her daddy never warned her about, ‘watch out for the guy who make’s you laugh’.
She was all business, her parents have big bucks and she gone to the finest schools. She very smart and is about 22 and already head of accounting….but is totally NOT street wise at all. I think an ice cream cone would get you in her pants.
…..Now to devise a plan that gives me a reason to make a lot of contact with her. Nice work just looking at her. I got a clip board and some papers about nothing and a cover page I made up that said. ‘Special Projects – Confidential’ on it. Now to see ‘Janice’ and set her up.
….I went to her office and knocked on her door. She looked up and gave a little smile and said to come in. She put on her ‘all business’ air and said: “James, what are you doing here”. I said putting my hand over my heart: “Oh Janice, I just had to see you again..” “JAMES!”….Ok, and explained I was sent to check on any dishonest employees, but posing as special projects. “James, don’t lie to me, and don’t stand so close to me please.”
I said: “But Janice, you smell like fresh flowers and it makes me want to dance.” She gave out a tiny chuckle. “James, don’t try any of your tricks to get my attention, they won’t work. “
I said:
“I made you laugh, nanner nanner.”
She couldn’t hold back and laughed, but quickly composed herself. “James, don’t be a pest, can’t you see I’m busy.” I looked at her desk and she was drawing a guy dancing with flowers.” I quick snatched if from her and went “Wow, is this me!” Her face got pink and she pointed…”Get out of my office and give me that paper back.” I put the picture down my pants and said: “Come and get it.” She glared at me and slowly got up out of her chair. She walked over to me and held out her hand. She whispered: (“…give me that back you little shit!”) I said back: (“..give me a kiss and I will”) She got this stunned look on her face and looked all around first. She pecked me on the lips. I reached in my pants, and faked like I had to reach way down to get her little drawing. She almost smiled. I gave her the paper back. She half smiled and put it in her bra. She said: “This not the time or place to play your little games.” I said: “Oh Janice…I forgot to write something on that paper, can I go get it?” She didn’t know what to say except ’no’, but… she wanted a good reply to me. She whispered: (“..it will cost you a dinner James, tonight at my house at 7 sharp, and don’t you be late.”)
…..I couldn’t believe my ears, she actually invited to dinner at her house! I said: “Address.” She wrote it down and then said: “Out!” I felt I was making progress with the ‘ice queen’, as every guy called her.
….I arrived at her house…oh… a big money place and knocked. She answered wearing a prim and proper blouse and matching skirt. She said for me to sit on her plush couch and sat beside me. “James, we have to have a talk. My job demands that I’m very professional, and YOU are messing with that. I want you to try and behave your self around me. Others can see us. OK?…and don’t call me Janice, it Ms. Grant…OK? I turned and looked at her. She wouldn’t look at me. I said: “But we’re not at work now, Janice.” She began to smile. “James, your so…so…stop looking at me that way, I’m trying to help you be….” I started looking down her cleavage. “James…James don’t do that, that paper isn’t there anymore. James …I….”
….I picked up her hand and kissed it, and continued to hold it. She shivered and went into shock. Her cold hand started to tremble a little, but she didn’t pull it away. “James, I haven’t been around much, and when you do something like that I don’t know how to respond…OK?…James I …well I think I like you…but…” I said: “I think in Europe the ’lady’ would return the ’kiss’, but only on the man’s lips…” She just sat there frozen. I said: “Let me demonstrate.” I leaned over and kissed her softly. Her hand slowly squeezed mine. She sucked big air when I stopped. I wondered if she had ever kissed a man before. She swallowed hard. “James!…don’t do that!“ I said: “So…what makes you wet?” She looked puzzled. She said: “Wet?….well the shower, the swimming pool, gardening and doing dishes…” I somehow kept from laughing. She asked: “Wet, why are you asking me that?” I thought…oh man, this girl is really naive, I’m going to have fun with her.
…..”There is one more place that gets ‘wet’ on special occasions.”
She looked puzzled again.
“Let me demonstrate again.” I turned her to lay across my lap. I told her to close her eyes. I started in with little kisses on her face. Here came her breathing again as she gasp a little. I said tell me if you feel a place that is starting to get ’wet’. She began to relax and returning my kisses. I put her hand on her tit. She jumped at first then I guided it all around both tits. She kept breathing hard and gasp more. I kept it up and now she was getting into it and started to moan a little. She was beautiful and I got an erection going good. She had to have felt it in her side. I noticed her kicking her shoes off and twitching her legs and feet. Now I kissed her with passion and teased her lips with my tongue.
…I pushed my tongue in until it touched hers. Now she was really getting hot and squirming. She whispered: (“oh James, I feel dizzy…(gasp)..but I’ll have to admit, I like this.”) I kept moving her hand over her tits and then I just let mine continue on doing the feeling. I unbuttoned her blouse. I gently let my hand feel her neck and drift down over her bra. She moaned so sweet. I slipped my hand under her bra an felt the most beautiful set of tits with bare skin. Now she did the kissing and her tongue was real active. I went for her tummy. I gently ran my hand over it, coming ever closer to her skirt waist. I kept it up and was about ask her if she felt anything getting wet ..yet, when she stopped and whispered: (“I feel something else wet now. I didn’t know you meant down…”there”…” I said: “I don’t believe you.” She said: “It is too! …it’s wet down…’there’…feel for your self. “
…..Ahhhh the magic words…’feel it for yourself’…..
Janice thought….
…..Well my little ‘naive’ act is working well. I had him in my sights right away. He’s cute and makes me laugh. Ok James, go for my pussy and finger me, I like that. He’ll make a good little love slave, doing all he can to please me. Wait until I get him naked and get my hands on his erection. He’ll do what ever I want him to. Right now I want him to take me in my bed and have some good healthy sex, with me. God… he can make me so damn hot. I better be careful or I’ll end up being his love slave…..which…I think I might like.
….I slowly slipped my hand the waist of her skirt. My ego told me what a great score I was making and what a cool guy I was, putting the make on Janice…but…something caught my attention. First, she had on no panties, second I felt a shaved runway of pubic hair. This did not fit a naïve girl. Janice moaned and squirmed as I felt her wet pussy. She whispered: (“I think my bedroom would be more private.”)
….Ok…I got up and picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. It was awesome. All dark and seductive looking. Erotic pictures on the walls and all. I placed her on her back and proceeded to take her clothes off. She did the same to me, and fast. She got on top of me quickly and held my hand down. She had suddenly become this wild woman, kissing my body all over and moaning as she did it.
….“James, you ‘can’ keep your mouth shut, can’t you.” I nodded my head as she slithered down to my erection. She started in licking it and moaning and making pleasure sounds. She jacked, sucked and felt every part of it. She had this sexy smile as she came up and started kissing my neck and face. She reached down and put my rock hard cock in her pussy. Now she started in slow fucking me, rocking her hips back and forth as she gasp for air. “Oh god James….you feel so good.” she said. She moved my arms and legs just where she wanted them and held me tight. She drove her wet pussy in deep and moaned each time it touched bottom. She was so turned on she scared me a little.
….Now Ms. Ice queen was a wild animal and she had me locked up tight in her grip. Now she got me so excited I started fucking her with all I had. Our bodies slapped together and she got wilder and started driving her tongue deep in my mouth. “Fuck me James,” she said. “Make me cum hard James, cum with me James, oh god yes!” She started squeezing all the air out of my chest and clamped my cock in her pussy tight.
…. She began to say “oh baby…oh baby” and then growled as I had to shoot my load in her. She squirmed as if in pain as she must have had a good climax. Her whole body fucked me hard…..
….What a wild fuck she was as I lost my breath as she kept fucking and squirming on me. We were burning up with the heat. She started to purr like a content cat. Her pussy still moving on my cock as she looked so content. All finally got quiet as her pussy savored my cum running out of her pussy. She slow squirmed to feel it.
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….I knocked on Mr. Kirk’s door and he waved me in. I walked over and sat close to him. He put his head down to hear me whisper my findings about Ms. Grant. I said one word
“Lesbo”
He shook his head in disappointment, thanked me and I left.

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My unknown submissive side (cont)

I woke up with the light smell of cum on my face and quickly realizing what happened the night before. As I went into the shower, the urge to masturbate was incredible and it took all my willpower not to do it. I tried to think of something else, but I kept coming back to last night. Eventually I got out the shower and started getting dressed, where I unconsciously started looking for a pair of panties, when it hit me that I couldn’t wear any since he took them the night before.
I put on a dark blue skirt that was longer than I usually wear due to the no underwear situation. Then I put on a long sleeve shirt and a jacket which I buttoned up (something I also rarely do). The feeling of my bare breasts touching the shirts fabric was very unusual for me, not to mention the feeling of not having any panties as well. I finished off the outfit with full length stockings and heels which I usually wear to work. The stockings did little to ease my mind of the fact I had no panties.
I was already sufficiently wet by the time I got to work and had to go to the toilet to clean up my wetness. The rest of the day went much the same, with my mind wandering and getting myself wet and needing to clean up regularly. I was getting desperate to cum now, but something in my head kept me from doing it, knowing I would be going against his orders.
After a less than productive day, I eventually got home and changed into a skirt and shirt. I was getting used to the braless feeling, but every time I sat down, I would be reminded that I’m not wearing panties. Then around 6pm, he called me. He simply said, “I’m coming over in about half an hour, I want the door unlocked and you naked and kneeling at the door when I get there”. Then he hung up before I could get a word in.
So I waited about 25 minutes before I got undressed and went to the door. I unlocked it and looked through the window to see if anyone was outside. I didn’t see anyone and thought maybe I should just wait there until I see someone before I go to kneel. But the thought made me feel like I wasn’t doing as I was told, so I stepped back a few feet from the door and kneeled on the carpet. I was getting very wet again and kept having to wipe the wetness with my hand.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact more like 15 minutes I heard someone coming up to the door. It swung open and in he walked with a lady around his arm. I was speechless as they walked past me, with him giving me a pat on the head as he did. I still had no idea what was happening, but was still incredibly turned on by it.
I heard them sit down on the couch and talk softly. I was still kneeling and wasn’t sure what to do. Thankfully after a few minutes, he called me over. As I was getting up, he quickly said “no, crawl”. I got back down to my knees and started crawling towards them. I looked up to see them both smiling and looked back down until I got to their feet.
I looked up at them again, waiting for him to tell me what to do next. After whispering something into her ear, he told me to lie down on my back and masturbate for them. As I was lying down and getting my hand onto my soaking pussy, he added that I have to ask for permission if I wanted to cum. I nodded and began rubbing my slit for them and after a short while, put two fingers into my warm, wet pussy. I kept fingering it and after a short while, I moaned to ask if I may cum. To my disappointment, he said no and to keep going. I had to slow down and ease up on the pressure I was fingering, but I kept going.
After another few minutes, I again moaned to ask if I may cum, to which he again said no, but this time also to stop and kneel again. I reluctantly did as he ordered and as I got up, I saw them making out and her stroking his hard cock. I was extremely jealous and wanted to say something, but thought better of it. I just kept watching as the kept kissing and whispering to each other while she carried on stroking his cock and he was rubbing her pussy inside her skirt.
Then he told me to take off her panties, which I did while he kept playing with her pussy. Next he told me to put them in my mouth, which I again did without question. I could taste her juices on the panties and I was sort of turned on at their scent. I kept watching them as she came down and undid his jeans and took out his cock. She proceeded to suck it while glancing at me every few seconds. I tried touching my pussy, but he simply shook his head as if to say I shouldn’t, which made me even more wet and by now the wetness was running down my legs at quite a rate.
After a while, I heard him groaning while she moaned. I realized that he had cum in her mouth at this point which once again got me jealous for some reason. He then told me to put on the thong that was in my mouth, so I stood up and took them out and slid them on. They were quite tight, but I didn’t say anything and kneeled again. Then he told me to close my eyes, open my mouth and tilt my head back. I did as he ordered and heard her stand up and come towards me. Next thing I knew she was spitting the cum into my mouth and as it was happening, I heard him say to keep it in my mouth. When she was done, I looked at them as they got dressed, still horny and confused.
Then she approached me again and put a business card in her thong which I was still wearing. She winked at me and they headed towards the door. Just before they left, I heard him say, “you are allowed to cum now, as many times as you want. But only as long as you keep my cum in your mouth. Once you swallow, you aren’t allowed to cum anymore”. With that he closed the door and I heard them drive off.
After a short while, the shock wore off and I got onto the couch. I took off the tight thong and looked at the card she left. On it was her name and phone number and on the back was written, “I could use a slave like you, call me if you’re interested in a Mistress”. A million thoughts once again raced through my head as I began to rub my clit, making sure to not swallow the cum, which was still salty and warm in my mouth. I came very quickly, but I was still horny, so I kept at it for the next half hour, cumming 5 times by the time I was spent and swallowed the now diluted cum. Now totally drained, I fell asleep on the couch as I was.
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Janey makes some ,money

Janey had written many stories and a reader told her wished his wife was a sexual as Janey. Janey says for the right amount of money, she could make her into one.