The Man with Magic Hands Ch. 04

Hello everyone! Last month was hell, wasn't it? Ice storms knocked out my power for the majority of February (I hate the dark) so it wasn't fun (I REALLY hate the dark). I found some free time and decided to make this. I've been thinking of either looking into scripts to read to make things more interesting, writing some, or...maybe something a bit more interactive? I don't wanna SAY OnlyFans/Patreon, but...I mean, would you pay a monthly fee to listen to me, or even get to control my toy for a recording? :P Anyway! This is for those of you ladies that enjoy being in charge, that want a good girl to have your way with (and hopefully give lots of cuddles and good aftercare to!). Please let me know what you think of it. ♥♥♥ Best wishes to you, my Mistress,rnClaire~ * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (7 min/mp3) * * * * *rn" https://1000kitap.com/buatutu https://8tracks.com/mifoyobe https://www.hercampus.com/author/kimberely-westerman ht

I can't stop thinking about him and the way he manhandles me. He's definitely the best fuck that I've ever had and I need his cock in me as soon as possible. I know he's busy with his job and I need to be patient, but I just can't. I can't stop my fingers from finding my pussy and I can't control the way I diddle my clit until I'm a wet, throbbing mess. I know I shouldn't take pictures of my pussy and send them to him while he is at work, but better than sending them when he's at home with his wife and kids. My pussy pics could get him in a lot of trouble. I picture him in his lab coat, hearing his phone buzz in his pocket. He knows better than to check his messages in front of his patients by now. "Excuse me for just a moment. I'll be right back," he'll say. "Of course, Doctor," his patient will answer and he'll step into the hallway to open my messages. By then, I'll have sent a few pictures, some of them

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

Having started her fashion e-business six years ago Alison Fraser had become moderately prosperous. She still had her figure and her sandy blonde hair and complexion gave her the impression of a much younger for her actual age of 39 years old. In fact she had the look of a woman about ten years younger. So it was always a surprise for some people, when they found out the she had two handsome twin sons, James and Thomas Fraser, who were nearly 20 years old. All three of them worked in the family business started By Alison. She had was the head of the business and her son James Fraser was the photographer and technical manager. Thomas Fraser was stock and store manager. But as with all small business's they all did a multitude of other jobs and tasks that helped make their own family business a success. For example all three of them would make up parcels and post order out, they would all help unload deliveries from vans and trucks and they would also make a tea or coffee for each

So just to put you in the picture if you didn't read part 1. My wife Deb, had fulfilled a fantasy by being a stripper for a group of strangers. Things had gone further than we'd planned and she had let one of the men, James cum inside her. Perhaps the biggest deal though is that she had mutually masturbated with our friend, John and even made him cum. This followed directly on from those events. Both Deb and I knew that the acid test for our friendship with John would be how we all felt when we met up. I suspect John knew this too and didn't want to jump in with both feet. A few days after the events at James's retirement John text me and asked if I fancied watching the game in the pub at the weekend. I agree, after all it was something we always did. Have a few beer, shoot the breeze. Deb agreed I should keep things as normal as possible and so on the Sunday I met up with my best friend. I made sue I was driving and so on soft drinks. Otherwise John would have had

"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking" ( o )( o ) ( o )( o ) ( o )( o ) ( o )( o ) ( o )( o ) ( o )( o ) ( o )( o ) ( o )( o ) ( o )( o ) "Oh, God, Ellie, I can't believe how you have expanded! It's only been a month and look at you!" Morgan was looking up at his dream girl as she spasmed thru another orgasm. She was riding her boy-toy. Taking more than a foot of Morgan's ankle thick dick with each plunge Ellie was reaching for her next convulsion. Would it be her sixth or seventh? She wasn't sure. And didn't care. All she cared was that Morgan's immensity forced her to cum faster and more often than anyone else! Ellie had been Morgan's boyhood crush. When she had made him her boi-toi it had been a dream cum true for him. And for her as well, as it turned out. She hadn't known it but Ellie had always been a size queen. Big dicks were what turned her on. And gigantic, steel-hard cocks like Morgan's were few and far between. I