Chapter IV Nescafe Fucked By Arabian Massive Cocks. (MF, BWC, ARABIAN MASSIVE COCKS, WAD, DP, BJ, ANAL, WIFE, CUCKOLD) My name is Aziz; I am a 45 years old businessman from Casablanca. My wife Nescafe (that’s her nickname), is 15 years younger than me. She is a very tall (almost 6’) and very sexy babe…
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(All characters presented are 18 or older, all participants have given enthusiastic consent, all sizes are completely ridiculous, all sex acts are over-the-top and fantastical.) Handling Emil By Veronica Divine The phone rang once. I groaned, stirring from dreams as deep as the blue eyes I had been dreaming about. The phone rang twice. I…
Laying in my bed, I reached in my nightstand, pulled out my 8in white dildo and sucked it in my mouth. I wanted to get fucked by him but I knew that the distance prevented us from being together. I picked up my phone and dialled his number, only to be told that he can’t…
(All characters are 18, all sizes are ridiculous. Think of it more as a literary cartoon than a work of serious fiction. If you would like to hear me read this, or other works, or read the conclusion of this before I post it here, feel free to contact me. Enjoy!) His reputation proceeded him….
The Auditions were going poorly. I had cast my Knights. I had cast my Lords. I had cast my Clergy. I had cast my King Edward and my Prince of Wales. But I could NOT find a good match for Richard himself. I needed an actor with confidence. An actor with a force of personality,…
It all started when I won the bet against Jacko; I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him but I did so I can’t change it. Anyways I won this bet and the prize/winnings ended up being two tickets for an amazing Mediterranean cruise. Since I didn’t have a girlfriend at the time I decided to…
 (All characters are 18 or over)   It came up almost over night, and when the construction noises faded I thought I’d have peace. No such luck. The sounds of jackhammers and cement mixers were replaced with the endless endless clattering roll of skateboards. The skate park was an atrocity that could not…
(Part 2 in the Richard Saga. Extreme sizes are a factor here. Enjoy!) “ALL RIGHT MAGGOTS! FALL IN AND LINE UP!” I bellowed, noticing the way the boys giggled as they left the locker room and ran into place. I paced up and down my little Soldiers, high school seniors, all, their eyes locked to…
Diagnosis:Hung By Anastasia and Veronica Divine Interview days are, quite simply, exhausting. Placing my black framed glasses aside the tilted stack of applications and resumes, I leaned back in my high backed leather chair, my fingers caressing the corners of my closed eyes, pinching the bridge of my petite, slender nose, making sure not to…
“There’s something I don’t understand.” I murmured before drifting off to sleep. We’d been on the open plains for the day, and having finally tired from walking, were bedding down for the night. Oluth was beneath a bunch of my dresses and finery as a blanket. I was curled next to him, his massive limp…
The kid was not leaving me alone. “Come on, just a quickie?” He looked at me with puppy dog eyes that betrayed the nice cock he was packing. The problem is that it was just nice, and I’d already had it, and I wasn’t going to take a beating for the same cock twice if…
Chapter 3: Field Mission I hate field missions. For one thing, there’s the clothing. I can’t dress as devastatingly when I’m not in the Compound. Men trail me like lost puppies, women make attempts on my life, and officials have the embarrassing habit of arresting me just to see how my tits look with my…
You can’t know what it’s like unless you’ve experienced it. Imagine like your whole world has narrowed to pinpoint clarity and that for a moment you can forget everything and know everything at the same time. Maybe it’s like what enlightenment is supposed to feel like, or perhaps what Eve felt when she first bit…
“Good Evening my stud Agent captive.” I said into the mic of my little booth. I could see him visibly shudder at my words. It’s not surprising. My voice is a weapon, honed to perfection; just the right mix of breathlessness and husk, mingled with the dominating tones of a confident Queen. One of my…
The One That Made & Broke Me by SizeQueenSupreme © Part I It started out as one of the worst dates I’d ever had. He was good looking enough, to be sure… tall, blond, and decent muscles showed through the nice suit. And he had money. Designer sunglasses hid his emerald eyes while he drove,…
