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Master Oberon demanded the utmost respect and obedience from his two female slaves, Ariele and Rebecca. For their devoted service to him, he provided all that they want for nothing, food, shelter, personal affects, entertainment, education and when all chores were done according to his specifications, the girls would be permitted the honor of sitting at his side each evening, relishing his pets and caresses. For exceptional service, they were permitted to sleep low on his bed, as opposed to the floor at his feet. Master Oberon shined with the loyalty of his two collared girls.

This story is a work of Fiction. Names, Characters, Places, and Incidents

Although my spouse and I had enjoyed threesomes before and been other couples, this party would be an opportunity for some of our sexual fantasies to become a reality. (In my wife’s favorite, she is hired by a group of men who use her as their very submissive fuck toy all nite long.

At our meeting when my lawyer presented her with all the evidence of my wife’s peccadillo’s she quickly convinced my ex that her best bet was to sign everything and disappear, that with any luck she would not end up in jail.

John Brioshe reined his black gelding in and sniffed the air inquisitively. Smoke! The soft spring breeze was blowing down off the mountains from the west. The smoke could be coming from the Sun River. It bent close in several places if he remembered right. This was Sioux country and it paid to remember right or die. At 27 John figured he was a mite young to die. He only hoped that the Indians agreed. The Sioux were just one of many tribes populating Montana. He would just as soon miss them all. He had no friends among the Indians.

It was the season of Fraternity and Sorority initiation. My friend and I were pledges who had been given an order to spy on the pledges of the Frat house next door during their initiation and then report back everything we saw. The leaders of our Sorority had planned this all with the leaders of the Fraternity, so they had it arranged in advance for us to lay down in a loft that was a floor above where everything would take place. It was dark up there, but we had a perfect view of everything.

My wife Jeannie climbed into the sex swing, sneering across the room at me. Then she looked at Carlos and said “OK big boy, time to earn that paycheck.”

Mary Anne Eckhardt pressed her face against the shuttle’s view port, in an attempt to see the approaching ship. It was huge, a long silver arrow lying dormant in space with many silver bugs swarming around it.

Standing before the full-length bedroom mirror, I treated my reflection to an almost unjustly critical appraisal. My indecently short black leather dress clung for dear life to my every curve and went perfectly with my high heels, whorish fishnets and black leather jacket. It was the sixth outfit I had tried on in the last hour and the bed behind me was strewn with those I had already rejected as not quite right. For this, the most important interview of my life, I wanted to look as perfect as possible.

It was during my first summer holiday since I’d gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn’t really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock (she was French, but had married an English guy) was far more attractive than the others with her long blonde hair, large breasts, sparkling eyes behind her black rimmed glasses, and most of all her sexy French accent, I was still not too keen to meet her. But it was too late, she had spotted me, and it would be rude to try and escape.

I have been racking my brain for weeks trying to think of the perfect Valentines Day gift for my husband Rich. He already has just about every toy for just about every hobby you can think of. It’s been a tough year and our relationship has suffered a little. I often think about the closeness we once shared and want so much to feel that once again with him. Rich is a wonderful man and I want to give him the perfect gift, if any man deserved it, it is Rich.

He starts between my shoulders.

There is something wrong with me. Or at least that is what I used to think. You see I cum. Not just a little bit, but I drench whatever or whom ever happens to be lower than my pussy when I cum. My past boyfriends used to give me a rash of shit whenever that happened and even picked on me in front of others. I think it was some sort of power play or something. A few guys I dated refused to finger me or eat me out since that’s really the only time it happens. For some reason it doesn’t happen as intensely when they’re fucking me with their cocks. My orgasms aren’t as powerful when they fuck me. They still feel great, but not as intense as when they go down on me. That just about killed me. I absolutely love being eaten out. There is nothing quite like the feel of someone licking my throbbing swollen clit to orgasmic waves.

He was spending some of his nights cruising porn sites on the internet and I knew it. It didn’t really bother me all that much, our marriage was strong, and our sex life was vanilla-flavored but strong as well. I didn’t worry about him meeting someone and running away from home, even though that sort of story is so common now. We were too strong and happy together, we meshed well, our differences making us stronger as a pair.

My name is Ellen and my husband Brian describes me as a very pretty MILF with curly shoulder-length red hair and blue eyes; I am in my mid fifties; 5’4”, 120lb, with 34C/D nice firm natural breasts with sensitive pinkish-brown nipples, a nice round silky smooth ass, long straight legs and a tight partially shaved pussy.

My name is Barry Snow, and as you probably already know my wife April is a total nymphomaniac. She just can’t get enough different cocks, and she is always on the look out for a new one. I have no problem with her little hobby, and in fact I have been her number one source of encouragement for 33 years.

When my parents announced that we were to go on holiday to France and stay on a campsite I was not very impressed! The also told me that my cousin Tabitha and her parents were coming too. I didn’t like the sound of that either. I didn’t really know my cousin as I had only met her a few times, usually at weddings and the occasion family party.

Two years ago, when I was dating my future husband Bill, we parked his van near a very secluded beach. We walked hand in hand along the shore talking about our wedding and honeymoon plans. As we watched the sun set we started to kiss passionatly. As I’m not all that fond of making love in wet sand, I suggested that we go back to the van. We figured that since no one else had been around for a couple of hours we’d be safe. Very soon we had that old van really rocking.

My high school graduation was a time of firsts. For my school, it was the first time every graduating student was over the age of 18. For my best friend, Cyndi, it was the first time she had the courage to prove her stepfather wrong about something and actually graduate. For me, it was the first time I had sex with a boy. And the first time I had sex with a girl. And the first time I had sex with more than one person at once – and…well you get the idea!

Ok so we’re not the most normal looking couple you see walk down the street. I’ll be the first to admit it and Marcus would be the second. I’m five foot nine and my husband is five foot seven. I’m as white as they come, but he is one of the blackest black men I have ever seen. I am pretty small, despite my height and what he lacks in height he makes up in girth. He works out a lot. I mean every day. He does it religiously. There isn’t a day, since I have known Marcus, which he had not woken up at some ungodly hour to head to the gym for his workout. I don’t know how he does it. I certainly couldn’t.

Riding up the lift to Tina’s penthouse suite seemed to take forever. She’d had a shit of a day, her soccer team had lost an all important game, she was feeling lonely with no guys in her life and she was in dire need of a good fuck… but with the odds against her all she could do was head home, relax and settle down in front of her pc and hit the online chat rooms. Finally the lift doors opened and she dragged her feet to her door, slid the key in the lock and almost fell inside.

Cannons roared in the distance. Black pillars of smoke arose in the south, marking the boundaries of the once great city of Vicksburg. A brisk wind blew the weeping willows, causing them to moan gently. Horses cried, cattle bawled. Whistles and shouts accompanied the Union cowboys in the nearby pasture.

Nancy Matten came awake as the red light above her door began flashing in time with a subtle beeping sound issuing from her ceiling. She sat up and yawned, stretching magnificently, before rushing over to the sink. She placed her mouth on the mouthpiece and flashed her teeth clean. Licking her lips, she sat on the bed and waited. In a moment she heard the gentle tap on her door. She stood, smoothed down her antiquated white girdle, and pulled up her black sheer stockings.

“Get those hatch covers on!” the First Mate yelled, pushing seamen toward the treacherous deck.

Working away from home is a real pain in the ass sometimes but usually I could get by when I could find a hot bird to spend a little time with. Unfortunately this trip I was stuck next to a slim Jane pretzel who was as cold as they come and it was all a little too much for me. She was so attractive yet, she was so distant and her cold personality reminded me of a fish.