Tied and Bred: The Cheerleader

New Release: Tied and Bred: The Cheerleader

When hot cheerleader Gwen agrees to have some playful, kinky photos taken in order to make a charity calendar, she doesn’t realize how real things are about to get.

When Eric the photographer has her tied down on his bed, any desire to keep things clean and safe vanishes. Gwen finds herself giving in to his desires in every way, the camera flashing all the while.

But when Gwen reveals that she’s fertile, will this be an end to their fun? Or is Eric just getting started?

Warning: This story contains adult themes meant for adult readers! Contains content some readers may find objectionable, including mf sex, light bondage, unprotected sex, risky sex, impregnation, dirty photography, and a hot cheerleader who’s horny and helpless!

Length: 4100 words.

“Do the ropes have to… you know, really be tied? I mean, it’s just for a picture,” she asked as he went around to her other side.

“Authenticity is best,” Eric said with a smile that made her heart flutter. “If it’s fake, people will see that in the photo.” He secured her other wrist to the bedpost, then stood back to admire his work. Gwen tested the knots, tugging at them with her wrists. They were tight. She realized, with another nervous flutter, that she really was helpless. He might just be after a suggestive photo, but this was real.

Eric stood back and studied her for a moment, then he nodded and picked up his camera from an adjacent stand. He snapped a few pictures of her, moving from side to side to get different angles. She thought again of how widespread these pictures might become, but it was too late to back out now. She supposed these weren’t too bad, though, all considered.

“Are they good?” she asked, hoping he was happy with the shots, and she idly pulled at the ropes again.

He looked at her thoughtfully. “Actually, I was just thinking it’s not quite suggestive enough. Could you open your legs a little?”

She hesitated for a moment, then slid her knees apart slowly. Not very far, of course, because she didn’t want panty shots getting around, but it was enough to show a bit more thigh. Eric seemed to approve and took several more shots. Then he lowered his camera, and once more she asked if they were done.

He rubbed at his chin, wearing a small frown. Then he shook his head. “It’s not quite there. It still looks a little fake. You need to look… nervous. Affronted. And just a little excited. Here, let’s try this.” Without any further warning, he reached down, took hold of her skirt, and pulled it up to her waist. She squirmed, bringing her thighs back together instinctively, and yanked hard at the ropes, but the knots were secure and she wasn’t going to be able to pull free. She was wearing thin white bikini cut panties, nothing overtly sexual, but that didn’t mean she was prepared for Eric to see them. Not to mention whoever was going to end up seeing these photos. Her eyes widened, her mouth open to make some protest, but for a moment she couldn’t find the words.

Eric snapped a photo. “That’s it. That’s exactly the look.”

Tied and Bred: The Cheerleader by Kali Lowe

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Tied and Bred by the Jock

New Release: Tied and Bred by the Jock

Peter has a fun night planned for him and his girlfriend, Sara — tie her down to the bed and have his way with her. Sara is eager to be helpless to the desires of her man.

But when Peter’s jock roommate comes home unexpectedly, both Sara and her boyfriend are helpless in a way neither of them expected.

Bill won’t take no for an answer, and he isn’t the type of guy to put on a condom or even try to pull out in time. Will Sara be ready for the consequences? Especially when she finds she enjoys Bill’s rough treatment?

Warning: This story contains adult themes meant for adult readers! Contains content some readers may find objectionable, including mf sex, light bondage, unprotected sex, risky sex, impregnation, rough sex, and a hot girl tied down and helpless to a tough jock’s rough treatment!

Length: 5000 words.

“Get out of here,” Peter demanded. He was tugging on Bill’s arm, trying to drag him out of the room. But Bill, who had been quarterback for his high school team, simply took no notice and strode inexorably forward.

“Hi, Sara,” he said, and then saw that she was gagged, and grinned. “Wow. Kinky times. I’ll just assume you’d say hi back if you could.” He looked down at Peter. “This is what you do with your girl, huh? Didn’t think you had it in you. To be honest, I wasn’t even completely sure you guys were actually fucking. Good job, man.”

Peter pulled back and tried to throw a fist at Bill, who simply ducked back neatly. He grabbed Peter’s arm and then flung him backwards, and he stumbled over a shoe and then crashed to the floor. He quickly got to his feet again, and Bill immediately shoved him back again.

“Just stay down,” Bill said, then he turned back to Sara. “God, Peter. You can’t have this going on in the house and not tell me. What kind of friend are you?” He took a step toward the bed.

“Leave her alone,” Peter demanded as he got to his feet. He moved toward Bill with a slight limp, but Bill stopped him with a look.

“That’s right, Peter,” he said. “Just stay there.” He stepped up to the edge of the bed, then reached forward and ran a hand smoothly along Sara’s bare back. She made some sharp protest, but it was muffled by the gag. Bill grinned, then repeated the gesture, and allowed his fingers to slide down over one firm ass cheek and linger there for a moment. “I’ve always wanted to see what your girl looked like naked. She’s fucking hot. How’d you get her, Pete?”

“Fuck you,” replied Peter. He was standing with his fists clenched, clearly angry, but he wasn’t trying to approach Bill again.

Sara felt incredibly helpless. She’d felt Bill undressing her in his mind every time she came over here, and she’d been determined never to give him a glimpse of anything. And now what was going to stop him? Clearly her boyfriend couldn’t.

“I like to watch your tits bounce in those tight little tops you wear when you come over here,” Bill murmured. “You gonna let me see ‘em now?” He gripped her shoulder and her hip, trying to turn her over. She resisted, but he simply overcame her with sheer strength, rolling her onto her side and then onto her back. She had enough slack in the rope to pull her arms down and attempt to cover herself, but he simply took hold of her waist and pulled her down along the bed, stretching her arms overhead.

Bill didn’t get time to admire her. Peter was suddenly charging at his back, his fists flying. Bill blocked him with a massive shoulder, then threw an elbow at his ribs. Peter immediately fell backwards onto the floor, holding his side and struggling to draw in breath.

“You’ll be all right in a minute,” Bill said. “Just calm down, okay? I thought we were friends.” He turned back toward Sara, and grinned as his eyes roamed over her naked body. Her breasts were about medium-sized, and firm and perky. Her nipples were small and pink, and they were standing erect, either from her earlier arousal or just from being exposed to the air. Her face burned with shame, and she struggled to roll herself back over or cover herself somehow. But Bill simply held her down with one heavy hand on her shoulder, and took in every detail of what she’d been determined never to show him.

Then he slid his hand down from her shoulder and cupped her breast in his large grip. He squeezed it firmly, not letting up even as she gasped around her gag and squirmed on the bed. Bill grinned and released her breast, then took her stiff nipple between two fingertips and tugged on it. She watched him, her eyes wide, taking in his perverse smile, the obvious pleasure he got from being completely free to touch her however he wanted. He gave her nipple a sharp twist, and she let out a muffled whimper and writhed on the bed. It hurt, but the pain was also creating a sharp, throbbing ache between her legs. Her body wanted to be touched.

Tied and Bred by the Jock by Kali Lowe

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Tied and Bred by the Lesbian

New Release: Tied and Bred by the Lesbian

Melissa and Jules, two hot lesbians, have been a couple for about a year. Jules has some ideas for spicing up the bedroom:

Step one: Tie Melissa to the bed.

Step two: Unexpectedly invite their friend Tim over.

Jules wants Tim to do everything to her helpless lover — all the way to impregnation.

Will Melissa be ready for her lover’s plans — and their consequences?

Warning: This story contains adult themes meant for adult readers! Contains content some readers may find objectionable, including lesbian sex, mf sex, light bondage, unprotected sex, risky sex, impregnation, and a hot lesbian giving orders to her girlfriend’s best friend!

Length: 4600 words.

Jules drew back and smiled at me. “I think you’re about ready for your surprise. What do you think?”

I had no idea what my surprise could possibly be, but I doubted it could be bad. I nodded eagerly.

She smiled again, then picked up the last two ropes and secured my ankles to the bottom bedposts, leaving my thighs spread wide. Then she rose from the bed and walked to the door. I had no idea what she was up to, but I took the opportunity to take in her beautiful form as she moved around in her underwear.

Then she opened the door, and Tim walked in.

Tim was our friend. Actually, he was more my friend than hers, because I’d known him before I ever met Jules. Personal preferences aside, I’d always thought he was handsome, with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. He wasn’t all that tall, but he’d been in great shape since I’d known him. He was also the smartest person I knew, and he could make both Jules and me collapse into hysterics with his dry one-liners. He was great fun to be around, and probably my best friend after Jules.

And I had absolutely no idea what he was doing here.

“Thanks for coming, Tim,” said Jules, and she gave him a tight hug. I stared, watching helplessly as my nearly naked girlfriend embraced my best friend.

Then they stepped apart, and together they turned to look at me. My cheeks immediately flushed bright pink. Tim had never seen me naked, had never even seen me in a bra or a swimsuit. And he’d never tried to be sexual with me, which was one of the reasons I liked him so much. But now I watched him take in the sight of my helpless, exposed body, my hard nipples and wet pussy, and I saw hunger in his eyes. I strained against my bonds yet again, but I was completely powerless, naked and spread on the bed.

Tied and Bred by the Lesbian by Kali Lowe

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The Billionaire’s Heir #1: The Heir’s Discipline

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New Release: The Billionaire’s Heir #1: The Heir’s Discipline

Angela is a young, attractive woman, and she’s decided it’s finally time to become an adult and join the corporate world. But nothing seems to be going her way, and she’s about ready to decide she’s not cut out for the job and walk away.

But everything changes when a tall, handsome man in a dark suit takes an interest in Angela and her performance. He confides that he disagrees with the company’s leadership, and he’s convinced that Angela might just be the very first step toward putting a better face on the company. He’s determined to make sure she excels at her job.

But this stranger’s method of correcting her performance is… unusual. It seems to involve a lot of touching. And spanking. And tying her up. And penetration. But it’s hard to argue with results, and Angela soon finds herself caught up in the stranger’s passion and his vision for the future of the company.

And that’s before she finds out just who he is.

Is Angela ready to submit to the heir’s discipline and join him in steering the company away from his billionaire father’s leadership?

Warning: This story contains adult themes meant for adult readers! Contains content some readers may find objectionable, including MF sex, spanking, light bondage, and a hot billionaire taking control of his fiery receptionist.

Length: 8000 words.

“I’ll only tell you one more time. Take it off.”

She knew she had to do it. Her face flushed. He had already seen her half-naked once before, but this was different. He was so… intense. Just standing there and taking in every detail. But she had no choice.

She took hold of the hem of her dress and began pulling it slowly up along her body. She wiggled her hips, her torso undulating faintly as she worked it off overhead. She let it fall to the floor and then stood before him in nothing but her bra and panties, wondering why she felt so humiliated. At least she had learned her lesson and was wearing sexy underwear, just in case — lacy black panties and a matching push-up bra.

“Take off the bra,” he commanded quietly.

Her rebellious side was starting to boil to the surface. Was she really going to let this happen? Did she really have to obey? Who exactly was he to order her around? In fact, that was an excellent question.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

He stared at her, his too-blue eyes piercing hers. “The bra,” he said after a moment.

She had to. She wasn’t sure what was really going on, but it was clear she had no choice. She didn’t have control here. He did. He could just tell her to strip, or do anything at all, and she would have to do it.

That knowledge filled her with sudden anger. And that wasn’t all. The sensation between her legs was suddenly very hot and very wet, and her cheeks burned as she realized that there was no part of her that wasn’t under his command.

That just annoyed her further, and her eyes narrowed into a glare as she reached back, unhooked her bra, and slid it off with an abrupt, angry motion. Her breasts, no longer pushed up unnaturally, relaxed to their usual firm perky state. Her skin was slightly sweaty where the bra had covered her so closely, and the air felt cool against the suddenly exposed skin, raising goosebumps and making her nipples swell into stiffness.

His eyes never left her face. She wanted to scream in frustration. After all that, he wasn’t even going to look?

“Give me the bra,” he said calmly. She stormed forward and shoved it into his waiting hand. “Good, Angie. Now the panties.”

Of course. She bent and yanked down her panties, stepped out of them, and pressed them into his hand as well. She could smell her own arousal and she knew it must be filling his nostrils too, but he didn’t react. They just stood there for a long moment, her naked and him fully dressed in his dark suit, staring into each other’s eyes, hers defiant and his calm.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he took a step back, and his eyes ran lazily down her naked body and back up, taking in every detail of her. Then he took a second look, and she watched as his gaze focused in turn on her stiff pink nipples, her flat belly, her tiny navel, the trimmed dark hair between her legs. Then, finally, his eyes returned to hers.

“You’re very beautiful, Angie,” he said in a deep, soft, and openly honest voice.

Her anger evaporated. She didn’t know what to say.

Then his eyes hardened again. “But I’m afraid it’s still time for lesson two.”

The Billionaire’s Heir #1: The Heir’s Discipline by Kali Lowe

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Breeding the Girl Band

New Release: Breeding the Girl Band!

Rick the freelance photographer has been hired to cover an up-and-coming band’s show, and while the money isn’t that good, he’s sure that photographing the three sexy girls in the band will be compensation enough.

But he doesn’t know the half of it. When the two music critics he’s with score a backstage interview after the show, they find the girls exhilarated after their performance — not to mention horny. Soon enough, they’re demanding that the men please them with their tongues.

As the action heats up, the men find there’s just one catch: the girls are fertile and don’t want to risk sex. But this just gives Rick an idea. He dares them to play a game of chicken: each girl will take a man bare, and whoever lasts the longest without losing their nerve will win the little game.

Which girl will win? Or will the only winners be the men?

Warning: This story contains adult themes meant for adult readers! Contains content some readers may find objectionable, including MF/MF/MF sex, oral sex, risky unprotected sex, impregnation, and raw bareback sex between three hot girls and three eager men!

Length: 7100 words.

“Don’t worry,” John said. “He always takes a ton of photos, but we’ll only pick the best ones for your article.”

“Most of these are pretty good, actually,” Tara said as she flipped through the contents of the memory card. Then she stopped, her brow furrowed for a moment before a grin appeared on her face. “This must be one for the website, huh?” she said, and started showing the camera around.

I’m sure it’s no surprise which photo it turned out to be. It had come out clearer than I expected, with a perfect focus on that skimpy black thong half-nestled over Tara’s pink pussy. Marissa giggled when she saw it, and Jason grinned as well while a blush appeared on his face. John stared in horror, and Alison just rolled her eyes and flopped back on the couch.

“I told you that sort of thing would happen if you jump around on stage in those skirts,” Alison said.

“And I said I didn’t care,” Tara replied. She looked back at me. “I’m sure he didn’t mind. Did you?”

I cleared my throat. “No, not at all.”

“I didn’t think so.” She studied the camera’s screen. “I mean, you must have liked it if you took a picture. Did you like it, Rick?”

I glanced around. All three of the girls were now wearing grins, apparently enjoying how awkward I seemed. I’m sure they were used to being able to reduce boys their age to stammering, red-faced incomprehensibility. But I had a few years on them, and that wasn’t going to happen as easily as they thought. I didn’t, in fact, feel awkward at all. My only real concern was whether I’d managed to destroy John’s interview.

“Yes,” I said finally. “Yes, I did like it.”

Tara tilted her head to one side, as if she was just innocently curious, and asked, “What did it make you think about?”

I glanced at John. He still looked horrified. He was probably going to kill me, but I sensed something here. Every instinct screamed at me to pursue it.

“It made me want to lick pussy,” I answered truthfully, looking directly at Tara.

“Rick–” John said warningly.

“It’s okay,” Tara said with another grin. “He just wants to reward me for a good show. Don’t you, Rick?” She kept one leg over the arm of her chair and swung the other over to the front, opening her thighs wide.

I bet she expected me to blush and stammer like a virgin high school kid, but I took that invitation at face value and went right for it. I knelt down in between those thighs. It sounded like she wanted a little pussy worship, and I was willing to play along for a few minutes. I looked up her skirt for the second time that night. She had straightened out her thong at some point, but the skimpy thing still barely covered her, and I could see the shape of her plump mound through the thin fabric. I smelled her fresh sweat and, just faintly, her sex, and the scent was so intensely female that my head swam for a moment.

I heard Alison giggle. “Wow, he’s really gonna go for it, Tara.”

Tara let out a low chuckle and pushed her fingers into my hair as her hips slid toward the edge of the chair. “The best part is, there’s three of them and three of us. Have some fun, Ali.”

I’m not sure what kind of look she and Alison turned on John then, but there was only the briefest pause before I heard him settling onto Alison’s couch.

I didn’t look to see what was happening there. I had my own girl to worry about. I put my hands behind Tara’s knees and shifted her fully in front of me, then lifted her legs up onto my shoulders. She resettled into the chair, her fingers clutching at my hair as my hands slid up along her smooth, strong thighs, my fingers rubbing over her fishnet leggings. I could feel the muscles in her legs, well-developed from jumping around on a stage all the time. I love strong, tough girls, and I love the contrast of their intense personality with the knowledge that they have a sweet, delicate pussy they might choose to give up at any time. The only thing better than making a self-assured tough chick moan with your tongue is making her cum on your cock.

But first things first.

Breeding the Girl Band by Kali Lowe

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Breeding the Girl Next Door

New Release: Breeding the Girl Next Door!

Lexi has a crush on Rick, her older neighbor. To get his attention, she’s been outside her house in increasingly skimpy outfits, knowing he’s watching.

She’s surprised when Rick is tired of being teased and makes a move on her. But soon she’s into it, giving him everything he wants.

But when the eager Lexi forgets to worry about protection, will the consequences be too much for both of them?

Warning: This story contains adult themes meant for adult readers! Contains content some readers may find objectionable, including mf sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, impregnation fantasy, and raw bareback sex between the sexy girl next door and an older man.

Length: 4400 words.

Tuesday, yesterday, it’d been bikini sunbathing. I’d already been out on the porch, hoping she’d come out, and she didn’t make me wait long. I’d stared in shock at all that bare pale skin, just a blue bikini covering her body. Her breasts had jiggled as she wrestled a big folding lawn chair into the middle of her lawn and unfolded it. Then she’d laid herself out on it and started applying lotion. I’d had an overwhelming urge to go inside and finish myself off, but instead I just sat and watched, focused on her hands as they ran freely over her body, smearing the thick lotion into her skin.

And now today. She came out wearing a loose tank top and tight, very short denim shorts. She had on oversized gardening gloves and she was carrying a bucket of tools. I sat back and watched openly. She’d never had any reaction to my staring even though she could hardly miss me sitting out here. That had convinced me that she wanted me to stare, so I wasn’t going to bother pretending that I wasn’t. If she wanted to turn me on with that tight young body, I wanted her to know it was working.

But I found myself with two questions. What was she expecting to get from me? And, more immediately, if she was trying a little harder every day, what made today’s outfit better than that tight bikini?

She knelt and began digging in the garden, pulling up weeds. She was facing away from me, and I didn’t hesitate for a moment before focusing my gaze on her firm ass in those tight shorts. She bent far down, her thighs open, letting me see the shape of both of her round cheeks within the tight denim. As I stared, something about the way she moved convinced me that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. It took all of my willpower not to walk over to her and see for myself.

She worked her way around the edge of the garden, pulling up weeds and tossing them onto the grass as she went. I took in the side view of her as she knelt in the dirt, studying the curves of her hips and ass, and the way her loose tank top hung low. I could see a bit of her pale, bare skin between her shorts and her tank. I had, of course, seen a lot more when she was in her bikini yesterday, and again I wondered what was supposed to be better about today’s outfit.

Her body turned toward me as she came around the corner of the garden, moving on her hands and knees as she yanked at the weeds. I didn’t have to make a conscious decision; my eyes immediately shifted to stare down the front of her tank top. It hung loose and open, and my eyes ran over the pale inner curves of her perky breasts. It was, of course, no more of her than I’d seen when she was in her bikini.

Then she bent far forward, slowly and deliberately, as if she somehow needed more leverage to pull up this one weed. The angle of her body put one breast somewhat more in view than the other, and I stared as more and more smooth skin was exposed as she leaned down. I barely stopped myself from rising from my seat as I wondered if I was about to see what I hoped for. Then it was there: one pink nipple, slightly erect, perky, exposed by her loose, low top. I could barely see it from this distance, but I knew exactly what I was looking at.

What she was intentionally showing me.

My cock was hard, straining uncomfortably inside my jeans. With effort, I kept myself seated and just watched her. She yanked the weed out with great force, making her tits jiggle inside that loose tank. Then she moved onto the next, and again leaned down unnecessarily far, letting my gaze settle for a moment on her hard pink nipple. I imagined taking that little breast in my hand and squeezing it. I imagined pinching and tugging on that perky pink nipple. Maybe I’d bite it gently. She’d probably just had dumb teenage boyfriends who didn’t know what to do with her, never anybody who would be assertive and just take what they wanted from her. It’d be new to her. I bet she’d like it.

It was with that thought that I realized I was out of my seat and on my way down the porch steps.

Breeding the Girl Next Door by Kali Lowe

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Breeding the Punk Girl

New Release: Breeding the Punk Girl!

Nat is a hot punk girl: leather and piercings and a tough chick attitude. Rick is a photographer who wants to see exactly what’s under her tight jeans.

With an offer of free beer, he entices her to his room to take a few photos. In just a few minutes, the horny punk chick has left her inhibitions behind and wants much more.

Rick is willing to oblige with one condition: no condom and no pulling out. Will Nat risk raw, dirty sex to get what she desires?

Warning: This story contains adult themes meant for adult readers! Contains content some readers may find objectionable, including mf sex, unprotected sex, impregnation fantasy, and raw bareback sex between a hot punk girl and an older man.

Length: 4500 words.

“Another?” I asked, seeing that she’d made short work of her first beer.

“Sure.” She accepted another bottle from me. “You know, you’re probably old enough to be my father.”

“Not quite, sweetheart.” I lifted the camera again. “Why don’t you bend over for me?”

I smiled as I watched her oblige, planting a hand on her hip as she opened her legs a little and bent over. I walked slowly around her, capturing the pose from multiple angles. She gave me a smirk as I came around to her front, as if I should feel silly for checking out her ass. But she was the one giving me exactly what I wanted. I knew she liked having me look.

She straightened and finished her second beer in record time. “I gotta be getting back. Thanks for the beers. I’ll see you around,” she said, and snatched up her jacket. She slung it over her shoulder and strode toward the door.

I pulled the jacket out of her grasp as she was reaching for the doorknob. “What’s the rush?” I asked.

She turned around, her eyes narrowed and her lips parted to speak. I promptly upended my cold beer onto her chest. The liquid instantly soaked her t-shirt and flowed down to the front of her jeans, soaking her panties with cold beer.

“What the fuck–” she began, and I cut her off by shoving her back into the door, making her perky tits jiggle as her wet shirt clung to her skin. I pinned her by her shoulders and brought my head down. Her nipples were hard and stiff from the cold beer, and I closed my mouth around one of them through her shirt, sucking the beer out of the fabric.

She squirmed against the door, struggling a bit and pushing at my head, and I was briefly worried that I’d miscalculated. I pushed my head forward, widening my lips and taking as much of her little breast as I could into my mouth. I pressed my teeth into her through the thin, soaked fabric as I sucked on her tit and flicked my tongue against her nipple. She grew still for a moment, then I felt her fingers slide around to the back of my head and curl in my hair as she let out a soft sound of pleasure. Green light.

Breeding the Punk Girl by Kali Lowe

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Rough Sex With Stepdad

New Release: Rough Sex With Stepdad!

When Michelle catches her stepdad watching porn late at night, she thinks it’ll be fun to sit in his lap and see what he’s into.

When she continues to tease him, he warns her to stop pushing him. Michelle ignores her stepdad’s warning and is surprised to see a rough, dominant side of him that she never knew existed.

Will Michelle be able to handle what comes next?

Warning: This story contains adult themes meant for adult readers! Contains content some readers may find objectionable, including mf sex, pseudo incest, rough sex, spanking, and a dominant alpha male bending his naughty stepdaughter over a desk!

Length: 3500 words.

Within moments, a pretty blonde girl with her hair in long pigtails was on the screen, kneeling down in her plaid skirt and tank top in front of some older man. She began to unzip his pants.

Her stepdad squirmed uncomfortably underneath her. “Um, Michelle, I don’t think we should–”

“It’s all right,” she said, and she sat back against him, pushing her ass firmly into his lap. He’d gone soft after getting caught, it seemed, but she was really curious to see how long that lasted. “Let’s watch it for a little while. It’s interesting.”

The blonde girl on the screen was already sucking cock. She looked young, clearly one of those “barely legal” models that always inevitably have to play some slutty schoolgirl. So that was what he was into.

“How do you suppose these girls get this kind of job?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I hope you’re not thinking of trying.”

“You don’t think I could?” She arched her body, tilting her head back toward his with a grin. She slid her hands up along her body and cupped her small, perky breasts through her thin tank top. “I know what it is. You think my tits are too small.”

“No, I don’t,” he said hastily, then stopped and cleared his throat. “I mean, you’re a beautiful girl. And very smart. You could do more with your life.”

“But I could be a porn star.”

His eyes flicked down over her body before he could stop himself, but he brought his gaze hastily back to her face. “I’m not going to answer that.”

“You’re no fun,” she said, but then subsided for the moment, turning around to face the computer screen. The blonde chick was energetically sucking her partner’s cock as he stuck his hand down the front of her top and pulled out a naked tit. Michelle leaned forward as though trying to get a better look, and pushed her ass back into her stepdad’s lap. “So this is what turns you on, huh?”

He hesitated, and she felt him squirming faintly underneath her. “Sometimes, yeah, I guess so. You should really get back to–”

“Woman get into it too, you know. I mean, not the porn so much. But the idea of it.” She adjusted her position, nestling herself into his lap. “A lot of women have this fantasy of a man using them, just totally treating them like a sex object. A man who’s in control and makes them give in to his desires. It makes them feel hot. Like slutty, but in a good way. Does that make sense?”

“Kinda,” he murmured. On the screen, the man was pushing the girl’s head d own on his cock as he smacked her naked tit. Michelle felt her stepdad’s cock begin to stir, just starting to swell against her ass.

“Does it turn you on that the girl is eighteen?” Michelle asked. “Young and eager, with a tight pussy?”

“Don’t talk like that,” he said. His cock was growing stiff against her ass, and she felt it clearly through his thin boxers and her pajama pants.

On the screen, the man had pushed the blonde back against a sofa and hiked up her skirt. Inevitably, she wasn’t wearing panties underneath. He pushed her thighs open, took his cock in one hand, and began rubbing the tip up and down the girl’s pink pussy lips.

“God, that looks like it feels good,” Michelle said. “Doesn’t it? What would you do if your cock was that close to an eighteen-year-old’s tight little pussy?” She slid a hand down the front of her pajama pants just as shamelessly as if she were by herself. She opened her thighs a little and began rubbing her fingertips slowly up and down the soft folds between her legs as she watched the action on the screen.

Rough Sex With Stepdad by Kali Lowe

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Sleeping Stepsister

New Release: Sleeping Stepsister!

Nate has grown more and more curious about Kristin, his hot stepsister. Finally, when the parents are out one night, he gives in to his urges.

Starting with a voyeuristic look at his stepsister in the shower, the night soon turns into a slow erotic tease of his own creation.

When Kristin feigns sleep to see just how far Nate will go with his taboo lust, will they be ready for the consequences?

Warning: This story contains adult themes meant for adult readers! Contains content some readers may find objectionable, including mf sex, pseudo incest, voyeurism, unprotected sex, and a slow tease building up to a climax of the most taboo desires.

Length: 4000 words.

He crouched in the dark hallway for several long minutes, trying to listen to the sound of Kristin’s breathing. Finally, the sound was slow and steady enough that she figured she had to be asleep. He opened the door and slipped inside.

There she was, on her back, lit by moonlight coming through the window. She didn’t react at all to his entering the room, and appeared to be deeply asleep. A thin white sheet covered her, leaving her head and shoulders exposed.

He slowly crept closer to her, looking down at her face and the dark hair that fell over her pillow. He leaned down, taking in the scent of her freshly washed body. He held his face close to hers, listening to her breathing and testing whether the proximity would wake her up. She slept on.

He took hold of the thin sheet and, with excruciating slowness, began to slide it down over her body. He exposed the curves of her breasts, covered by her tight, thin tank top, and he allowed his eyes to fasten there as he drew the sheet lower. He revealed her stomach, and saw that her top had ridden up a few inches, exposing her pale skin and her small belly button. After a moment’s pause, he continued, sliding the sheet low enough to reveal her skimpy thong. He bit his lip, trying not to make a sound. It barely covered her. He could almost see the shape of her pussy lips through the thin fabric.

There was another long wait. He needed to be sure she was truly, deeply asleep. Then, finally, he took hold of the bottom edge of her tank top and began to slowly draw it upwards. He exposed all of her belly, then kept sliding it higher, inch by slow inch. The bottom curves of her breasts came into view, and he paused, his eyes taking in every detail of the pale, rounded flesh. Then he moved the fabric a little bit higher, and saw her pink nipples come into view. They began to stiffen in the cool air, and he saw the skin of her areolas turn pebbled.

Nate stared at his stepsister’s naked tits for what must have been several minutes. He’d been curious about what they looked like for so long, and now that he was seeing them, he wanted to remember every detail. His cock was hard and throbbing in his shorts as he stood over Kristin’s sleeping form.

His hand had moved toward her before he had time to think about what he was doing. Very lightly and carefully, he brushed his fingertips over one of her breasts, feeling the smooth softness of her skin. He pressed in gently, feeling the firmness of her flesh. He circled one fingertip over her hard nipple, then pinched it gently. He studied her for a reaction. Her lips had parted and she seemed to be breathing a bit faster, but she still appeared to be asleep.

It wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel more.

Sleeping Stepsister by Kali Lowe

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Werewolf Rut 3: Taming The Lesbian Pack

New Release: Werewolf Rut 3: Taming The Lesbian Pack!

Young werewolf Jamie has found herself in trouble again — drafted into a lesbian pack led by a woman named Kara, who has a very persuasive tongue!

When the leader of her new pack wants to take over territory from her friend Aaron’s pack, Jamie has to decide where her loyalty truly lies.

When Aaron comes looking for her, will Jamie give up the secret to dominating Kara, the lesbian alpha?

Warning: This story contains adult themes meant for adult readers! Contains content some readers may find objectionable, including mf sex, lesbian sex, oral sex, werewolf sex, dirty talk, domination, rough sex, and an alpha male giving the leader of the pack what she truly wants!

Length: 5000 words.

She stepped forward, took hold of Jamie’s upper arms, and pressed her mouth against Jamie’s firmly. Jamie stiffened in surprise. She wasn’t really into girls, but the other woman’s scent was suddenly filling her head, an intoxicating musk that turned her thoughts to mush. It was some kind of pheromone thing, she knew, but knowing what it was didn’t lessen the effect.

Kara pulled Jamie close, pressing their naked breasts together, and thrust her tongue into her mouth. Jamie let out an involuntary sound of pleasure and felt her nipples stiffen against the other woman’s breasts. Transformation always made her horny, probably because she spent the entire night under the sway of animal instincts, and whatever Kara was doing to her was making it much worse. She could feel an insistent tingling between her legs, and she knew she had to be getting wet.

Kara broke the kiss slowly, tugging on Jamie’s lower lip for a moment before letting it go, leaving a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips. She cupped her hands underneath Jamie’s breasts and lifted them up as she massaged the smooth skin with her thumbs. Jamie moaned softly as she felt Kara’s firm touch against her hard, sensitive nipples.

Kara began to sink down slowly, dragging her fingernails downward along Jamie’s flanks as she lowered herself gradually. Her tongue flicked teasingly over Jamie’s skin, leaving glistening trails of saliva over her breasts and down along her stomach. Finally, she sank down onto her knees, at eye level with the soft folds between Jamie’s thighs. She reached forward, took hold of Jamie’s thighs, and forced them apart with surprising strength. Jamie let out a breath and adjusted her stance to keep her balance as she allowed the other woman to open her legs.

Jamie felt Kara’s warm, moist breath against her lower lips, and she tilted her head back, closing her eyes as a wave of pleasure moved through her.

Werewolf Rut 3: Taming The Lesbian Pack by Kali Lowe

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