Incest--Revenge Fucking

If you read my previous story, this is a continuation of it. I delve further into my fantasy. I hope you enjoy! I had just finished living out one of my most desired fantasies and I felt incredible! However, on the subway ride back home from Jeff's even though that was one of the most incredible sexual encounters I've ever experienced, I did not even cum! It made me so hard thinking about how I just made a man cum and I didn't even cum myself. My cock was rock solid on the train and I tried so hard to cover it up so no one see it. I'm quite sure no one did, but still. I got home and immediately opened up my laptop. I thought I would have a message from Jeff for some reason, but no. I watched a bit of porn but did not want to cum. I wanted to keep the horny high. I ended up falling asleep, naked, with porn playing, and my cock in my hand. I woke up the next morning and could smell/taste Jeff's cum. It turned me on but I knew I could not go around with cum on my m

I say ass, you say arse... let's call the whole thing an excellent idea! This is written in a mix of American and UK English, depending on who is speaking or thinking at the time. - Emily's supervisor told the crew about the new guy who would join their lab in London the next week. "Sandy's lab in Boston has been having problems getting our PCR primers to work, so they're sending us one of their students for a month." The chosen student was Bradley. He'd been recently dumped by his girlfriend, so was delighted to head to the other side of the Atlantic, far far away from her. It was sad, but he'd known from the off they hadn't had enough in common for it to last. Perhaps he could have a brief fling with an English girl? He'd love to hear one of those sexy accents in bed. Or a one-night-stand, at least. He was embarrassed to admit it, even to himself, but he couldn't prevent the thought coming back again and again: a girl who was up for a o

When Lian materialized in a huge, palatial chamber, like the lord's bedroom in a medieval castle, she just sighed. Of course this would happen. Once again, Akemi had led them into trouble. They'd rushed into a situation they didn't have a handle on, all so that their glorious leader could save her dreary boyfriend. Now, they were all separated and trapped at the mercy of a bunch of different demons. What kind of leadership was that? Lian was so frustrated. Why did it have to be Akemi? Lian knew Akemi was chosen by the stars, but maybe the stars made some really bad choices sometimes. Akemi was a friend, Lian supposed - but clearly, she wasn't quite up to the job. Not for the first time, Lian thought to herself that she should have been the chosen one, not Akemi. 'Yes,' came the husky, decidedly-feminine voice. 'It should have been you, Lian Shi.' Lian wheeled around, brandishing the sword of starlight that formed in her hand in response to her thoughts

This is the second part of my story. I have tried to capture my thoughts as they happened. Where I can't remember exactly I've been creative, but always as true as possible to my recollections of the events that happened to me. Chapter 2 Mamasan had told me sternly to look after my second customer who sounded German; give him good boom boom as she put it. I was very anxious not to displease her and had done my best to follow her orders. I had received several slaps already, and overheard the other girls warning each other not to get her angry. She could be very severe. Fortunately, he seemed to find my body satisfying. I still felt shell-shocked by my new situation. I was accustomed to being wooed and treated with respect. My past boyfriends and now my husband, always took time with foreplay being considerate of my pleasure. Although I didn't always reach orgasm with my husband, I enjoyed the experience of sex. Sometimes though lying next to him, I brought myself to clima

It's Wednesday. My treat on Wednesdays is to have a coffee in front of the city council, at the cart that is placed in the central square. Walking down the main avenue, past the old jetty and away from the crowds, turning on my iZooma to interact with the stories and the news while sitting in front of the beach and drinking my coffee. It is a hidden place from tourists which in summer fill the beaches and the turquoise sea. I come here to watch the news of the day, drink my coffee and watch people sunbathe. The topless will never go out of style. I like the coffee cart. It has that air, so I'm sure it was a great time from the beginning of the millennium. After my coffee, I go to the antique market. Sometimes exciting things are found, but now it is fashionable to make holograms inspired by iPods' music. They are those nice square-shaped or rectangle devices from the beginning of the century used to store songs. I always wonder what the original owners thought when saving