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The Mistress of the House Ch. 06

The cleaning was agonizing, her insides full to bursting, the toys pushed into Hannah sending the occasional low thrum through her body, Miss Coerator obviously still somewhere within range. There wasn't anywhere she could go, and there was (of course) a camera watching her, mounted on an electronic swivel. As Hannah approached, it twisted around, obviously manually controlled, Miss Coerator probably taking her pleasure somewhere. The thought of that body stretched out, casually playing with herself, probably with Hannah's toys, added even more warmth to her crotch. She'd like to see that woman stretched out on a rack, her firm breasts lashed and whipped! Maybe then she wouldn't be so calm and controlled all the time! A strong buzz started in Hannah's pussy, making her quiver, feeling fluid drip down her thighs, an intense blush of crimson shame coming over her face. She had, at least, managed to make some impact, one of the wooden wall panels now restored to some
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Served up at the Party

This story deals with a ftm man and his mistress. I chose to use cunt, pussy, dick and cock to reference the transman's genitalia. While it is not a non-con story, there are elements of coercion or reluctance. If this terminology or subject matter upsets you, this story may not be for you. *** "So, are you a boy or a girl?" This party was boring. These questions were boring. The exec asking me was boring - fat, ugly, and old. I could see the way he was looking me up and down, and knew where this was going. I also could clearly see the wedding ring on his finger. "A little of both, I guess." He leered. I leaned on the snack table and crunched a celery stick. "Come on, sweetie. What's between those legs of yours?" "I don't really see how that's any of your -" A hand on my shoulder froze my words in mid air. "Sorry, Robert. It forgets it's place sometimes." A cold shiver ran down my spine. Her presence was commanding
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Not Safe For Work Ch. 05

This story is about a dominant t-girl and her secret girlfriend at the workplace. The full story involves masturbation, blowjobs and hardcore sex at the office, with a little bit of exhibitionism. All of the scenes are consensual. * * * * Once I let her in, I locked the door shut letting go a sigh of relief. I don't know why I'm still hardened. That video she sent only made matters worse. "Just... What the hell, Zoey?" I yelled, showing her my hard cock. Zoey leaned against my desk, looking smug with her legs crossed and her eyes locked on my crotch. She let out a quiet chuckle and bit her lip. "I guess you saw my gift." "Of course I did, you slut!" "Oh, you're one to talk." Her smile got wider. No point on keeping it hidden, so I took off my underwear, and let her see my ladyhood. Her eyes brighten up more, and she pulled down her cleavage, letting out her breasts in the air. With her eyes still locked on my cock, Zoey picked her
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Dreams of Darkness

Hey everyone! This is my first post. It's an IMWF (Indian male white female) story with themes like interracial, domination, romance and some thriller aspects too. It's got a little bit of everything. I would love to hear your feedback. Let me know what you like or dislike about it and what you'd like to read more of in the future. If you want a sequel, I'd be happy to write it. I hope you enjoy the story. Thanks for reading! **************** My hair is such a mess. She looked into the mirror, a groggy 22-year-old girl looking back at her. The trees were rustling in the wind outside. They made the morning sunlight dance in intricate patterns on her skin. A shower should fix it. Her sunflower blonde hair seemed to have a life of their own. Some folded up on her shoulder while others waved like little curtains across her face. A shower and a coffee. A black tank and pink shorts hugged her curvy 5'4" frame. Maybe a bagel too. She was quick out of the shower, drop
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