Aztec Treasure Ch. 11-20

[Previously published in written form under the title "The Flushing."] * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (6 min/mp3) * * * * * I don't have to wait long. I had nearly forgotten all about the audience in the door of the bathroom. But suddenly I am surrounded by the reverberations of footsteps on tile, crowded by warm bodies. Having finished my impromptu performance, it seems that my usefulness as a willing receptacle is more in demand than ever. I hold as still as I can as load after load is blown in my face, in my mouth, in my nose, on my breasts and in my hair. Sometimes one at a time, sometimes from multiple angles simultaneously. Some shoot from a distance. Others grab my loosening crooked pigtails and cum directly down my throat. I swallow as much as I can, trying not to cough at the thick goop clogging my nostrils or gag at the cocks forcing their way down my exhausted throat. I have no idea how many loads I've swallowed or been coated

Author's Notes: This story includes elements of the following: anal sex, BDSM play, group sex, lesbian sex, mind control, and nonconsent/reluctant sex. This story does not present BDSM in a realistic manner - it's fantasy folks. I want to thank my wife for editing, her guidance, insight, and suggestions. I also want to thank my friend, Ann, for her support of this project. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE HAVING SEX?!" Alex yelled. The short and petite Asian woman looked up at the naked, eight-foot, red-skinned demon with all the rage and fury of a mother bear protecting her young. "This is the first time you've seen me like this, and yet you're not afraid in the least. Why am I not surprised?" "Why did you think she would be cowed?" Lilith asked as she walked up behind Alex. "She's always made it clear she didn't like you to your face." "Yes, but I thought this way she'd be less likely to be so impertinent,"

A few of us had gathered for a meal and some company. There had been an electric tension between the two of us all day. Our eyes would meet, we would brush past each other in the hallway, any physical contact would linger just that little bit longer. We both seemed to have that feeling that something was brewing, something was going to happen. This tension had to be released somehow... You are standing at the sink washing the dishes after dinner. The others are at the top of the garden relaxing in the chairs, taking in some fresh air. I walk into the kitchen with the last few dishes from the table. I lean around you to put them into the dishwater. You feel my hot breath on your neck and you push your body against mine. "They look pretty relaxed up there," I remark. You grind yourself against the erection you can feel contained within my jeans. "You don't seem particularly relaxed," you reply. "Maybe you need to chill out a little." I lift your skirt

Revenge is Sweet, part 1 Aoife's Note: All characters engaging in any sexual activities are 18 years or older. Even so, don't try this at home! Throughout history, people have believed many things about redheads. We steal souls or bring good luck. That we have fiery tempers. We have a very low pain tolerance. That people with red hair are moral degenerates with heightened sexual appetites. The reason these stories have endured for centuries, of course, is because they are true. In the fall of 83, my whole life changed. I knew it would, because that is the year I started college, and everyone considers that the beginning of a new chapter in life's story. Probably the biggest change for kids such as me, who led a sheltered life with a normal, loving family. We were financially better off than most, so things were pretty easy for me and my brother, Brandon. School, church and band took up most of my time. My instrument was the clarinet—and yes, I heard all of the jokes abo

Chapter 10 The rest of the night was about as normal as could be, as far as a family of nudists was normal. Rita and Sasha traipsed around the house in nothing but panties, letting their racks hang free and bounce around, their asses jiggling with each step. When Carl came home from work, he even stripped down to his boxers and lounged around on the patio after dinner, smoking a cigar. As much as it was still unusual for me, nobody seemed to care about the tent I was pitching in my boxers, and I was really starting to love watching my Aunt and cousin strut around the house in nothing but panties. It was erotic beyond belief, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't normalize it in my head. That night, as I was going to sleep, I could hear Rita and Carl fucking in their room down the hall. It was loud, animalistic, and Rita was going crazy, begging for Carl's cock, demanding that he fill her with his seed. I couldn't help myself and stroked my thick rod to the sounds of

Jessica laid on her bed trying to finish the paperwork that would complete the sale of the house next week and free her forever from the man she had grown to hate over the last four months. They had been married for three years and when they started to fight last year the only thing that had kept them together was sex. Paul had always known exactly how to turn her on, from that first kiss five years ago that set her panties on fire and ending with her naked in his bed only hours after they met. She had been keeping her bedroom door locked at night but tonight it was unlocked and open because she thought he was at work. He owned a bar and often stayed there until 2 or 3am. "You do know how sexy you look like that, don't you?" he asked, standing in the doorway of her bedroom. He had been trying not to look at her, especially when she would come home from work. He loved her in the short suit skirts she wore, garters barely peeking out when she crossed her legs. Between her

"Why do you need to see him, after all these years?" Linsey asked. "I wanted you all to myself, you know its Friday and our normal dressing up night." "I have not seen Peter for over 20 years." I replied. "He found my details online and wants to meet up, he was a great friend in school." "OK." Linsey replied. "Remember, if you are late or drunk, don't complain if you don't get to fuck me!" I left the house and went to the pub. Linsey was the best wife in the world, kept a good home and we loved each other so much. Part of the love was due to the great sex we had. We never cheated but did play games and if one of us was ok with a proposal, as long as the other was ok too it happened. Peter and I met and chatted over some beers like old times. I found out he left his wife because she became boring in bed and they grew apart. He asked about myself and Linsey, who he had always had a soft spot for. He reminded me of ma