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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

ALL REQUESTS FOR STORIES OR STORY CONTENT ARE TO GO IN THIS THREAD! ALL STORY REQUESTS NOT POSTED IN THIS THREAD WILL BE DELETED AND THE POSTER MAY BE BANNED. ALL COMMENTS QUESTIONS, AND OTHER OF THE LIKE ARE TO GO HERE AS WELL! Also, if you don't have constructive comments, keep them to yourself. Or you'll get banned for being an ass. This is not /b/, you have been warned.

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Anonymous 22/07/16(Sat)20:31 No. 27636 ID: 04ad19

Looking for a story, dont know the site or the name.

Guy is attracted to young girls
He meets a witch and gives her a kiss in exchange for timestop powers, super sperm and a child friendly dick
He has sex with all the kids in a park or such
Each girl he had sex with, when able to become pregnant, is impregnated by him immediately despite it being years since the sex
He has sex with his daughter and grand-daughters, who were all convieced through timestop
The government catches him and locks him in some lab and his granddaughter/great grand daughter comes and saves him with her magic powers (because incest is magic)

READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.

PP 1st installment Noko-Ono 21/09/27(Mon)01:18 No. 27385 ID: b9b0ca [Reply]

- 1 -

It's hard to measure the cost of a dream, but without question Jack was done dreaming at the moment. The sharp sound of breaking glass outside the loft window had stirred him a few seconds ago and the heat and stench of the trashed alleyway outside made it impossible to get comfortable again. As he sat up his head pounded with the force of a nasty hangover and along with the ache memories of last night slowly surfaced in his mind. Jack had arrived in Phnom Penh the night before after a layover in Taiwan. The total trip had taken more than 30 hours and other than some turbulence somewhere over the pacific ocean the flight was dreadfully uneventful. Jack had tried numerous times to read the spy novel and TIME magazine he had purchased back at the airport in Texas but his thoughts kept creeping off the pages as he fantasized about his destination. Cambodia had been on his mind for months now. He marked down the days to his vacation every morning and spent the evenings researching and planning everything from budgets to weather forecasts. Now, in late spring, the day was finally here and no amount of snoring, arm rest hogging passengers, free in-flight energy drinks, and amazon best sellers could keep his mind off of how close he was to realizing his dream, his most secret fantasy.
Jack's plane had landed at the surprisingly modern Phnom Penh International Airport around 11 PM on a Friday night. He had intended to check into the loft apartment he rented for the two week stay as soon as he arrived but he had instead gotten a taxi to the closest club district. Despite the terrible jet lag and mostly sleepless flight, Jack knew he'd need a few drinks before he was out. "Besides" he thought as he eyed a group of call girls outside a local beer bar, "I've waited almost a year to see the sights".
After several drinks, which barely put a dent in the $10 dollar bill he had exchanged at the door for 40,000 Cambodian riel, he was beyond buzzed. The bar felt like a strip club, but with pool tables and an outside patio it was noteably more relaxed. Also the girls weren't as much dancing as advertising themselves to the outdated western pop music. A few of them were especially attractive and Jack felt his pants tighten around his crotch as a pair of young, dark haired, hostesses came by his table to flirt and implore him to buy another round. They weren't as polished as thai hookers but they seemed more genuine and friendly. More importantly, they were noticeably more grateful for the attention and tips the patrons tossed to them like scraps. Nothing turned Jack on more than a girl swathed in a palpable air of desperation from poverty. These girls were wearing it heavy, in fact the whole city was. His head was floating with a sense of preeminence and cheap drinks and soon he was drunk enough to consider paying to take a particular girl, the one now resting in his lap sport Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Any chance on a followup part? The little things 22/08/06(Sat)19:01 No. 27642 ID: 8e657f

I really enjoyed this first part and would absolutely love a second one!! After this buildup and promising start, i'm sure that Jacks adventures in Cambodia will be amazing and well worth being continued! ♥️

Hiraeth OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/08/16(Fri)03:09 No. 26149 ID: b49468 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Another story I've been working on, I'm posting it while I deal with writer's block on Roommates. Yes, I have about a dozen different stories, three of them full-length novels, all going at the same time. This is the only one that fits in /elit/ though.

Tags: isekai, medieval fantasy, slavery, bondage, sex, interspecies romance, Stockholm syndrome, medieval economics, politics

The following contains scenes of adult situations and graphic violence not suitable for minors. Reader discretion is advised.


To say I was someone dissatisfied with life is an understatement. I was never a very happy person. As a child, I had few friends, and most of the ones I did have either moved away at some point, or stabbed me in the back. It still irritates to this day, every time I remember how my 'friend' Jason bragged to me about selling his buddy Ron a damaged copy of Tomb Raider he knew didn't work... and he'd actually sold it to me. He wasn't just an asshole for selling me a game he knew was too scratched up to play, he couldn't tell me and Ron apart from each other. We were interchangeable. I'd thought he was my best friend, and that's how little I meant to him.

High school was a drag. I consistently had the highest grades in my class, all while barely putting any effort in. Between my being a nerd and everyone else being jealous of my grades (seriously, I had a straight A average and the second best kid struggled to maintain a B average. The American education system is a joke. School is nothing but a convenient place to warehouse children while their parents are at work, with the added benefit of being government indoctrination centers. The actual education part is a distant second in terms of priority.), I got picked on a lot. I mean, a LOT. The one and only time some asshole tried to get physical with me, I kicked his ass. I'd been taking karate lessons since grade school, but I didn't even use any of that; I just knocked him to the ground after he hit me, then beat his face in with a rock. I, uh, might have gone a little overboard. To be fair, he started it, and I had YEARS of pent up anger and frustration, and I was well and truly sick of his shit by that point. Once I was done being suspended from school (I honestly think the only reason I wasn't expelled was because I had singlehandedly raised the GPA for the entire class and it made them look good), everyone knew what had happened. So they ignored me. Instead of constantly mocking me, messing with my desk, and basically being jerks, they simply pretended I didn't exist. I was fine with that. I just sat in the back of the class and read science fiction and fantasy novels all day; the teachers didn't care, so long as I kept acing the standardized tests they passed around every month or so like holy writ.

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Anonymous 22/06/27(Mon)14:41 No. 27623 ID: 42ad95

Liska is a good girl!

Anonymous 22/07/14(Thu)01:36 No. 27634 ID: 41cd93

nine days till my birthday. fingers crossed for an update.

Liska is the best girl.

26149 Anonymous 22/08/04(Thu)20:35 No. 27641 ID: cd14ba

Can I do a Russian translation of your story?

Helping Move In Rachett 22/03/21(Mon)07:11 No. 27576 ID: ee046d [Reply]

Haven't been able to find a story quite like what I wanting to read, so I decided to write one. See if you like it.

(MF, M solo, MgFb, anal, implied incest.)

Brian crashed down on the couch, exhausted. He had just finished bringing in the last of the boxes from the u-haul into his dads new house, having spent the day helping him move in. The last load had been clearing out the storage unit his dad had kept most of his things(under Brian's name) in while he had been staying in a crap apartment during the divorce.
He had loaded and unloaded it all solo, his Dad having left early in the evening to go to the night shift he was covering for a coworker. He had told Brian not to worry about it, to just crash and take the night off to enjoy his first weekend of summer vacation from freshman year at college.
But he had done it anyway, he figured it would work as payment for his dad letting him crash here for free while he was out of school. It beat having to stay with Mom.
As he relaxed, he started thinking about what to do to entertain himself. He was too tired to think about going out, while the TV was set up, the cable and internet service wasnt going to be for another week.
So his usual private pastime of surfing the net for porn was out.
He did recall one of the boxes he hauled in had been labeled VCR though. The box was big enough that it had to also have tapes in it, and TV was old enough that it still had the right RCA connections.
Deciding some vintage movies and take out was good enough a prospect, he called in a pizza and went to unpack and peruse the nights options.
In the big box was about along with the slightly beat up old VCR was the usual assortment of uncased stacks of VHSs that accumulate in any household of a certain time, in a variety of genres, with peeling labels showing 80s action movies, kids cartoons, taped sport events and shows. Browsing through the top layer he decided on Predator as good nostalgic time waster.
By the time he had set things up the pizza had arrived, so he sat back and worked his way through too much pizza, and not enough action. He had forgotten how good a movie it was, in its own 80s way, that after finishing it and putting away the pizza he went back to the box to find out if the sequel was also in the cache.
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Ratchett 22/07/23(Sat)04:22 No. 27638 ID: cc17f6

Quick update, still plugging away at next part, but have too many directions I want to go and am having a hard time focusing on one.

In the meantime, what is some things you would like to see possibly happen going forward? No guarantee I could make it work, but it would be fun to see what you guys think.

Anonymous 22/07/23(Sat)16:02 No. 27639 ID: c945dd

Well Jessica has a daughter. Would be nice to see her introduce Brian to the daughter and have Brian teach the daughter about sex. Jessica watching him fuck her daughter approvingly and a mother daughter double blowjob would be cool.

Also sounds like the dad may have taken part in making some of his movies. Maybe Brian could watch one of the old movies with his dad in them, and maybe the dad still have connections to some of the film makers so he could make a few calls and have Brian make an appearance in a new movie?

Anonymous 22/07/28(Thu)02:39 No. 27640 ID: 395f9c


Lots of thoughts on this one. Really enjoying the combination of the events on film and his reactions watching them.

Will he find himself in any of them?

Mika, Mika Anonymous 19/06/30(Sun)04:34 No. 26107 ID: 273d8d [Reply] [Last 50 posts]


Inspired/influenced by the biggest masterpiece of our time, "Roommates", is an attempt at the genre of my own (though nowhere as good as Roommates). Takes place in an unnamed Scandinavian country; it's my first story and English isn't my mother language so it's probably pretty stiff.

Day one

Like many other places around the world, Japanese culture had become rather popular in the capital of my country, so a number of years ago, a two-day open-air Japanese culture festival had popped up to be held every spring, in one of the bigger parks close to the center of the city. As a closeted weaboo, it was only natural for me to go there. The first year I went alone, not having any friends at the time also into Japanese stuff. The festival was pretty typical, I assume, with Japanese food stalls, different games for the kids, and performances of martial arts, dances and so on. In contrast to “real” festivals in Japan, however, this was held during the day.

The stalls and performances were okay, but what really caught my surprise - and interest - was all the cosplay taking place, so I spent most of the two days looking at that. It was a real thrill to see my favorite characters being brought to life, but I was too shy to approach any of the cute girls walking around. Talking with someone one-on-one would have been okay, but they were always in groups with their friends, so I didn’t know how to join in, especially just when I was just wearing plain clothes.

So with nothing much happening, I skipped out going for the next couple of years. Entering university, I made a circle of fellow weeaboo friends and one of them suggested that we go to the festival that year. Figuring it would be better to go with someone else than alone, I agreed. Barely anything at the festival had changed, perhaps for some furries having showed up for some reason. After making our round to visit the stalls, we kept our eyes out for any cute girls to chat up. However, even though we could now act as wing-men for each other, we didn’t have much luck in getting to know any of the cosplayers. First of all, most of them seemed to still be teenagers, while we were in our early twenties, and once we did find someone our age, they had obviously gone to the festival to flirt with strangers. It probably didn’t help that we were not cosplaying ourselves, but we thought that that would be overdoing it.

The following year, my friend suggested we go again, and with nothing else to do, I agreed. An extraordinarily warm day for spring, I showed up earlier than planned, and wandered around while waiting for my friend. That’s when I saw her for the first time. In the midst of the sea of middle-aged people studying the exhibit of a Japanese garden, and the cosplayers with their big, complicated costumes, I caught a glimpse of a simple and traditional sailor school uniform. The pureness o Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 22/07/11(Mon)08:29 No. 27630 ID: 6a64d1

Auther's notes/rants:

Wow, this chapter was a bitch to write, which is ironic since it is the only chaper without really anything sexy going on (so yeah, you can keep your pants on). I have about two or three more chapters in mind before I think it's time to roll it up.


We stayed in contact through our group chat until all three of us had safely made it home. Josie pondered whether it wouldn’t be a problem if someone realized that the girls now had a full body tan and would ask them how they had achieved not getting any tan lines. I suggested that they could say that they had gone to a tanning salon, but thanks to the sun lotion - the real one - their tans would probably not be dark enough for that to make sense. We just had to hope that nobody would notice that they had been sunbathing nude, and once they got home, they each reported back that it didn’t look like their skin had gotten noticeably darker.

It was nice to only have a four-day week, thanks to Monday having been a holiday, but it was still a drag to go back to school. It was even worse than usual to go to my classes and sit through the lectures, I couldn’t get the events of the weekend out of my head, both the good ones and the… weird ones. I kept thinking about the sudden change in Josie’s behavior towards me. What had happened? I thought back to when me and doggie-Mika had rolled around on the grass, and I had spotted Josie staring at us from the bedroom. I had looked like Josie had been thinking we were acting weird, but… Maybe she had felt envious? She had offered to basically take Mika’s place in bed that same night, too.

Ugh, thinking back to the things me and Mika had done over the weekend made me realize how much I already missed the physical closeness I had had with her, and to a lesser extent, with Josie too. The three of us had spent quite a number of hours closely snuggling together, often with little or no clothes on our bodies… Even the feeling of just holding hands was something I was longing for to an extreme degree all of a sudden, and now I had absolutely no one I could have any kind of physical contact with.

Come to think of it, I barely had any kind of real life contact with anyone… at all anymore. I still talked a little bit with my friend whom I had gone to the festival with the previous year whenever we were sitting in lectures together; he complained having accidentally broken his TI-82 a few days ago by slamming his backpack a bit too hard down on a table. Dumbass. I didn’t even know those things were still being used. I also still politely tried to smalltalk whenever I had to participate working in groups or in pairs, but… It’s like, I didn’t really care about it, and the others in my lectures didn’t care about me.

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Anonymous 22/07/12(Tue)01:07 No. 27632 ID: 0f9912

Liking where this is headed. I think it could’ve gone either way (with or without Josie), but this direction is very wholesome. The three of them complement each other rather well.

Appreciate the work OP

Anonymous 22/07/19(Tue)12:57 No. 27637 ID: b559ca

You put me into a moral dilemma. Part of me would enjoy a night only with Josie (she could be lying and be home alone) to further develop their relationship. But I'm also awaiting a sandwich scene with both the girls...

AnonyMPC's Phil Phantom Tributes (usually Mg+, lots of inc, extreme) AnonyMPC 16/08/04(Thu)01:19 No. 24543 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Since these are usually shorter and with less of an audience than my regular works, and threads on this board last long periods of time, from now on rather than posting them in individual threads, I'll post all my Phil Phantom Tributes in this thread, sort of like Nicholas Fellheimer's thread.

For my past tributes, or for my other work in general, you can always check out http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/

PP tributes are my attempt to honor the style of a bygone and extremely prolific author of smut fiction, and also play with plots and themes that I don't think can support and in-depth character examination. They're usually quick, vulgar, unrealistic, and, I hope, fun for some of you.

Next post I'll start with the most recent one.

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Shadow 22/03/23(Wed)04:56 No. 27577 ID: 850396

I'm aware that this may border on seeming obsessive, but I'm the sort that thinks of what to say long after the fact. And then the thought sticks in my head until I get it out.

Anyway, I wanted to mention that one of the reasons I enjoyed this one over the other Phil Phantom tributes was because this one did more showing and less telling. Your other PP tributes tend to have more telling, talking about sexual things in a matter of fact manner in the past tense (Reality Checks is a good example of this). Personally, that's not very sexy to me. Whereas with Countdown, I like that you take the time to expand on and show the key moments where Chloe takes another step in helping or watching her daughter become a sexual being (with one exception of a mentioned use of dildo for oral use). Examples of this being when she starts making the milkshakes, then gets Alice involved in making said shakes. You tell about Haley's own sexual exploits, but that's fine here because the focus isn't on her, but on what Charlie is trying to do with Alice. Again, a little bummed that we didn't get to be there for Alice's impregnation, but I appreciate what you took the time to show.

Anonymous 22/07/12(Tue)23:44 No. 27633 ID: c90a0e

It feels like it's been years since there's been any updates. Has the author quit?

Anonymous 22/07/16(Sat)06:29 No. 27635 ID: 059ccc

He's writing (slowly) like 15 different stories & finishing none of them on pomz livestreaming

San Francisco Wazzles !JUD7F1CtU. 14/08/06(Wed)19:22 No. 22193 ID: e633c7 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hello all.
I've written some short stories so I'll keep this short. It's a story about loving a dickgirl and the heartache and buttache that comes with it. It's my first longstory, it's slow. It's not done yet: I want the readers to pick a cool ending. I have about 6 chapters ready to go with a few more in the draft stages. If this thread dies I will make it clear. Hopefully that doesn't happen. If you find any typos, inconsistencies or fuckups please let me know.
Hope you enjoy.

global tags: herm on male, mf, femdom, futadom, reluctance, group, kinda romancey



I gulped. It was only a natural response, when something is clogging up your windpipe you have two choices - cough or swallow or suffocate. I can’t be blamed for picking the latter can I?
“Good boooy” she goaded, one hand on my throat, feeling my hyoid bone slide gooey contents down the tube. Her other hand brushed sweaty hair out of my eyes and tears from the side of my face. They weren’t tears of pain or sadness. Okay, maybe a little bit of pain. I gasped for my first full lung of air since we started, now my throat was completely empty, if it weren’t for the sticky sides - the way it clung to the walls like fried eggs. Stop thinking about eggs I focused on her face, flushed and pleased. My eyes, only slightly defiant, stared up into hers through the dark. I could still see them glitter with satisfaction as they wandered past mine, over me to the other side of the room. Hidden under the blankets I couldn’t see what was happening there, even if I could hear it; gentle moans and heady grunts, two different voices. Bronte’s hand went from my throat to my chin and a single finger beckoned me up her body, my tongue dragging up her sweat lined skin. She giggled in response.
“You’re getting good” she claimed, pulling my body against hers once we were face to face, naked skin touching naked skin. She had a little smirk on her face that looked like ’I know you enjoy it’
She planted a kiss on my forehead and her hands roamed over my skin. “Roll over” gestured, pushing my hips slightly. I silently agreed and turned to my other side - little spoon. From here I could see where the noise was coming from -

“That’ll be you tomorrow” Bronte claimed, both her promise and my body.

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Anonymous 20/05/18(Mon)15:16 No. 26751 ID: 44aed1

Please and thank you.

DUDE Anonymous 20/07/18(Sat)21:08 No. 26882 ID: b2aa0c


Anonymous 22/07/05(Tue)03:40 No. 27626 ID: 2f4e5e

Is story kill?

A Quiet Evening At Home (Mf+ ped inc beast extreme) Nicholas+Fellheimer 10/08/17(Tue)08:32 No. 9392 ID: 7b23cd [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

A Quiet Evening at Home
- by Nicholas Fellheimer
(with thanks to PuppyLoverDawn!)

As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around. Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Probably one of Jeremy's friends.

Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. And was our back porch light on? He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. Another of Jeremy's friends - in the study, my middle daughter was putting on some sort of slit-licking show with a young lady I had not yet been introduced to, much to the delight of the boys.

A second stream hit my face, followed by a third. The bathroom was apparently occupied, so someone had announced that the kitchen floor was now the place to piss. A dripping dick was wiped dry in my hair, then slipped into my mouth.



Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Anonymous 20/12/13(Sun)01:16 No. 27094 ID: ef140c

Really liked this. Well done! Do you have any other world I could read not in this thread?

Anonymous 21/12/10(Fri)18:41 No. 27450 ID: 91bcf4

You sick fuck when are you writing more!?

Anonymous 22/07/03(Sun)06:33 No. 27625 ID: c0002b

I can't believe this thread is 11.5 years old. I remember jerking off to these stories so many times. So many fond memories in here. So many fucked up fantasies we're born here.

>tfw no loli daughter to never potty train so she always begs you to change her diapers and then fuck her.

A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]


James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Anonymous 21/12/11(Sat)12:53 No. 27451 ID: b241e0

This is a great story and I am excited to read more

Dee 22/03/03(Thu)02:30 No. 27565 ID: cbc371


Jamie lay awake in his bed. It was close to midnight, but she couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened that day and over the course of the last few weeks. She’d been through so much and knowing that she’d soon have real breasts excited her. She’d even stopped thinking of herself as a boy. It would have made her hard, but the chastity cage restricted her cock uncomfortably.

Callista had given her some pointers on how to keep soft, but with her mind on all the cock she’d taken it was impossible. She really needed to cum.

Back in Callista’s office, she’d made Jamie cum just with her fingers massaging Jamie’s prostate for a few seconds. Could she do that to herself, she wondered?

She raised her eyebrows, looked up and slowly reached down, sliding her fingers under the waistband of her PJ pants. She felt the hard plastic cage locked over her cock and closed her eyes. Her finger slid over her smooth taint giving her a rush of pleasure that washed over her body.

She shivered as her middle finger found the base of her butt crack. Reaching further back she started to push two fingers between her cheeks, wiggling them back as she did until they found her asshole.

Jamie breathed out and began to put pressure on her hole, but found that it didn’t take much for them to push past her sphincter and slide in. Callista had gone knuckle deep in Jamie’s asshole, but with the angle Jamie couldn’t quite get back enough to reach her prostate.

She sighed, her cock aching in its cage, and pulled them out.
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Anonymous 22/06/24(Fri)18:28 No. 27621 ID: 6b9eb0

Thank you Dee ive been a fan for a long time

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