The Man with Magic Hands Ch. 04

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Maid for Him She danced around the room in a French maid outfit, fully equipped with a thick feather duster. The music was playing full blast, and she was shaking just about every part of herself, as she dusted from the ceiling to the floor in his living room. She had on white thigh-high stockings and platform red stiletto heels in addition to the skimpy maid outfit. He could see the hint of the bottom of her butt cheeks under all the white frilly under-skirt. Her shoulder auburn length hair was pinned up and she had a black ribbon around her neck tied with a small bow, the dangling ends brushed enticingly across her boosted and exposed cleavage. Her back was to the door and she hadn't heard him enter. He quickly put his bags down and made no effort to hide that he was watching. He wondered how long it would take her to realize he was home, hoping it would take a while; he was thoroughly enjoying himself. It wasn't long, she had felt the cold breeze on the bare parts of her l

When the next cock appeared through the gloryhole, Casey put her phone away and focused on it. The shaft was already fully erect, and it was the first uncut cock she had encountered so far. Casey shifted in closer just the same and slid his foreskin back before taking the head of his cock into her mouth. She worked herself further down his cock, eagerly sucking on him even if she had already sucked off twelve other men today. It didn't seem to matter how much cock she sucked; she was always looking forward to the next one. At that thought, she did quickly check the time. She had been in the booth for almost three hours now, and it was far past midnight, but she wasn't the least bit bored or tired. Her knees were a little sore; aside from that, she felt like she could do this all night. Casey quite happily bobbed her head up and down the man's cock, taking him down her throat as he came. His seed slid down into her stomach, and Casey smacked her lips in appreciation. She

Disclaimer - all characters in this fictional story are over the age of 18. _______ Coping with the death of someone you love is never easy, but it helps to have someone close by to help you heal. My wife of almost 30 years, Maria, died 14 months ago after a long fight with cancer. It was a big shock. Though the cancer kept returning after multiple treatments, our doctors had told us that the latest cocktail of chemo and radiation was proving to be far more effective than anything we had tried before. Maria's mother, Betty had come to live with us when Maria first received her diagnosis. Betty, though having her own medical issues associated with her age, wanted to do everything for her daughter, and for me. She knew I couldn't bear the burden of caring for Maria alone. After all, for the last 30 years, she had been my mom too. In the end, it wasn't actually the cancer that killed my wife; it was the cure. The medicines simply took their toll on her organs which eventu

Author note: All characters in this story are 18+. trigger warning: One of the girls in this chapter has rape fantasies, and is voluble about it. * He woke the next morning with Melissa curled up against his side, her breasts pressed against his chest, legs wrapped around his own, and her sleeping breath brushing against his skin. Her body was warm and pleasant as it pressed against him, and he couldn't stop himself from stroking her long black hair, running his fingers gently through the strands as she slowly roused to wakefulness. Melissa woke, curled against her master, his thick cock pressed against her though: She'd had the most delicious dreams of him breeding her and the rest of his future harem, of licking up the cum that escaped his whores cunts when he knocked the new recruits up. She was already wet for him, and couldn't resist a trio of kisses up his neck: she could feel his hands touching her, and shivered with pleasure. "Good morning, Master." he

*Hey, it's Oghma! Long time no see everyone! I've been caught up in a lot of stuff going on in my home life, and as a result this chapter just kept getting trashed and rewritten. But I hope you enjoy the fruits of my efforts, and I thank you all for your patience. * **Disclaimer: Unrealistic sizes, dark subject matter, and metaphysical weirdness ahead. All characters depicted in sexual situations within are of 18 years or older. * The sounds of impact rang through the gym. Again and again flesh and bone met padding and pleather with ferocity. The recoil shot through Marcus' knuckles, leaving behind a powerful sting. Yet it did not sway him in the slightest, rather he just continued to push through it and ramped up his ferocity. Every now and then, he threw out a kick to break through the combo. Fatigue and pain were meaningless concepts to him. What wasn't obvious to an outside observer was that he wasn't just practicing combos and fighting an imaginary opponent;

I'd just wanted a place of my own. I was just 2 years out of college when I found the house listing. It was a small, inexpensive property in the suburban community of Elmore Grove; a bit of a fixer-upper, but not too much to handle. I was itching to move into my own place after 6 years in the same aging apartment, so of course I bought the house immediately. In hindsight, I should have put a little more thought into my decision. The new house was several hours from my apartment, too far away from my current friend group to expect any of them to visit. Elmore Grove's residents were retirees or middle-aged couples, so as a fresh college graduate I felt quite out of place. I had to quit my job as well due to the unsustainable commute, which left me scrambling to find a local job without any contacts. What was supposed to be an exciting new chapter in my adult life was quickly becoming yet another source of stress. So obviously, the best course of action was for me to start repla