Adult Female


The Girls with the Paw Tattoo

Susan and me are working at our presentation at the upcoming London Erotica Show, so while meeting some of the contractors we hired to set up our booth, I saw a girl on stage which caught my attention in several ways. First, it was her beauty, nice long legs, big tits, the face of an angel and very long platinum blonde hair. Second, the dress (if you can call it a dress...) she was showing off. High Heels, big metal nipple shields, connected with a heavy chain plus a chain running down to her vagina piercing. Her face was painted like a bird and as she turned around I could see the feathers sticking in her butt. Third, the paws she has tattooed to her hips.

I am a Squirter

A true tale about my sexual awakening and the joy of masturbation. The start of a journey of sexual pleasure and adventures that would become my life. When I was younger I had no idea of what I could do sexually. Sex was just sex, although I thoroughly enjoyed it, once I knew what I could do with my pussy I started to enjoy it even more. I remember being at a girlfriends house with her and her husband. I must have been about 23, maybe a bit younger. We were just sitting around have a few drinks, chatting and laughing. Before I knew it we were watching porn. More for giggles then anything, but if they only knew how much this night would change my sexual experiences forever.

Jane's Safari Chapter two

Told you this was fantasy, didn't I? After the loss of her job and her buying a Trailblazer ticket, Jane found herself in Rwanda with a company of scientists, studying forest gorillas. On her first day there, she had been very badly bitten by Soldier Ants. A guide called Abou had taken her back to the base camp, but she couldn't complete the journey and he had decided to leave her while he went for help. While he was away, a huge, silver backed male gorilla had taken advantage of her weakness and used her for his own pleasure. Jane had been scared stiff at first, but soon found that she liked the gorilla's massive cock inside her and decided that she wanted more.

Slave: Chapter two

The remainder of the voyage passed by timelessly. It might have been the six weeks it actually was, or six months or years or just a few minutes. Someone marked the days at sea on the base of the mast where it was founded in a complicated joint to the keel board. Victoria didn't bother to look or count the groups of four vertical lines with a diagonal slash across for each completed set. Her passage of time on the voyage was taken up, either sitting alone and silently at the far end of the hold that held just over half of the original cargo, or being violated by her captor who had chosen her body for his own pleasure.

Slave: Chapter one

It was during the darkest hours, those before the dawn that they stole up from the river. Silently encircling the village and stopping on the outside of the boma. The dogs, the villager's normal clarions, died noiselessly after eating the poisoned meat, thrown over the thorn bush barrier, designed to keep the Hyenas and marauding leopards away from the livestock of goats and the few cattle they kept.The heat of the hot sun had leached out of the dung bricks that formed the bases of the huts, to be replaced by the chill of the night. They slept on rough cots, covered in skins or blankets given by the missionaries, oblivious of their impending fate.The signal, a short yip, woke Aneesha.

Close friends turn into lovers

My best-friend Mia and I have been close for some time. We haven't seen each other since she left for college and has come back home for the summer. Her parents have gone away for the week and she has the house to herself. Mia invites me over to have a girls night out. It's just her and I drinking and having a good time. I pull into Mia's driveway around 10:35pm at night and I get out the car. I take my over night bag out of the car. I hear Mia coming out the house. She runs to where I am gives me a hug. Jenny, I've missed you so much how have you been? I've been good Mia and you? I'm doing good and I'm glad your finally here!. Mia and I start walking towards the entrance of her house.

Moving Day

The house next door had been vacant for months since the Reynolds moved out. I was standing by the window as the moving van pulled up. It was early and I had just gotten out of the shower, wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt. I watched a Prius pull in behind the van. Some tall skinny guy got out of the van and this hot babe got out of the car. She must have been around 24 years old. She had blonde hair down to her mid back, tits that were an easy c cup just bursting out of her tight little halter, and an ass to die for, round and perky with no jiggle as she moved, this ass just seemed to firmly hold its shape. DAMN. The guy who got out of the van was a couple years older than this babe.

Our first mfm threesum

My girlfriend was  out on the tiles with a few of her girlfriends, but we planned to meet up later at my house.  Before she went out i watched her dress herself. She had a short summer top on with two fine shoulder straps on. Under the top was a semi see through bra but she didnt really need it because her tits where pert and firm. Below the top she had her favourite jean mini skirt on showing off her silky smooth legs. I could feel my cock stiffen as i observed her in this state whilst she applied her make up. I slipped up behind her kissed her neck lifted her skirt and slipped my hand inside her lace knickers stroking her sexy mound of pubes with my finger tips.

Alanna's story

Crossing a cattle grid, Alanna enters into rural England and a sexual experience she could never be prepared for. Realisation hit her like a well-aimed sledgehammer. She had been fucked by this horse, which even now was still calming down after losing what seemed like a gallon of horse cum into her stretched cunt. Alanna felt her inner walls start to contract and adopt the usual shape of her uterus, instead of the expanded accommodating tunnel that had so recently been violated by the animal.

A dogs perspective

Bruce heard the jingle of his lead. He cocked an ear to see if it had been an accidental brush by one of the people causing it to jiggle or if it was the promise of a walk. Nobody came through the door to the living room and he didn't hear the lead again. Assuming it had been an accident; Bruce laid his head back down on his paws and resumed watching the baby crawling around the carpeted floor. He was bored. The black box in the corner with a silvery screen that showed sometimes, other animals, sometimes other dogs, but never with any smell other than of heated electrical wires, was flickering to its self with the volume turned down. Bruce kept an eye on the child.