Hollywood Hidden Secrets
Chapter 1 - The “Audition”
Jane who is 31 year old single mother struggling to pay her bills. Her son Sam age 10 has started school which makes the thing worst.
“I don’t know Kara, how i’m going to survive here. Everything is expensive” said Jane. “How do you do very well? You have big car and house” she continued.
“I have my business, its not easy, plus its risky” answered Kara.
Jane and Kara watching half naked Sam playing at Kara’s pool from the kitchen window.
“You always don’t want to talk about your business” said Jane
Kara is admiring Sam and in her back of her mind thinking “I would love to fuck him. Maybe this is the chance”
“Jane, do you really want to know what i’m doing?” asked Kara
“Yes” answered Jane.
“You can’t tell any
Clubbin with Mom
Kara, a 32-year-old Hispanic woman with black hair and a voluptuous figure, stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. She wore a tight red low-plunge mini dress that hugged her curves, accentuating her full breasts and emphasizing her hourglass figure. Her high-heeled red shoes perfectly complemented the ensemble, making her legs look even longer and more alluring. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, before adjusting her red panties to ensure they were visible at the hem of her dress.
Her son, Tim, a 12-year-old boy with the same dark hair and almond-shaped eyes as his mother, stood beside her, feeling uncomfortable in his own clothes. He was wearing a black button-down shirt and slacks, which made him feel even more self-conscious next to h
The Robbers
“This is the house” said Jane. “It’s just a milf and a young little boy” Jane continued. “Are you sure? Just 2 of them"?” asked Becca.
"Trust me, Becca. This will be fun," Jane said with a smirk as she led the way inside the house. The two women entered quietly, their heels clicking against the floor, announcing their arrival. They found the young boy in the living room, playing video games, oblivious to their presence.
Becca's eyes gleamed with excitement as she whispered to Jane, "Let's give him a surprise he won't forget." With a nod, Jane moved closer to the boy, her seductive aura enveloping him instantly. She placed a hand on his shoulder, making him jump in surprise.
"Hey there, sweetie," Jane purred, her tone dripping with sensuality. The boy looked up at h
Lexi was awoken by the blaring sound of her alarm clock, leaving her feeling dazed and confused. Although she didn't have any classes scheduled for the day, she knew she had to complete her notes for Professor Warwick. She quickly got out of bed and went to her closet to pick out something decent to wear, other than her usual uniform. However, she stopped to ponder whether she needed to wear normal clothes since she was still going to school. She wondered what Professor Warwick would be wearing and whether he would be dressed similarly to his school attire since that's all she had ever seen him in.
As she gazed at him, her mind raced with excitement and anticipation. She pondered deeply over what she yearned to do. She had set her sights on becoming his pet, and the thought of it made
It was Saturday at a large department store of the nearby mall where Marcie and her husband Paul had decided to go shopping for clothes with their son Jason who was a freshmen attending the local college. Paul also wanted to look at some tools while out and Marcie knew that always took some time since Paul loved tools and had many of them. But first they would buy Jason some clothes before Paul did that. Marcie being a good mom would help her son pick out some nice clothing. The store was slow early Saturday morning as Marcie looked for clothing she thought Jason might like while Paul looked at shoes nearby. Jason then was met by a college friend. They talked for a few moments while Marcie was across the floor in men's clothing continuing to look for her son. Jason then called “mom”. Marc
The music thumped as Marsha, Van, and Sam danced in the dark night club on the first floor of their hotel, The Underground. As the songs transitioned with precision, Marsha danced closer to Van, "I can feel the bass pounding in my chest" she said leaning in. "Kind of like you at the Palace" she added as she laughed and danced away into the crowd. Van looked over at Sam. He was dancing with some girl. She was super hot wearing tight black and white capris and a black top with a swooping neckline. So swooping that Van could see the sun tattoo above her belly button. Only magic or maybe tape kept her large tits out of the club air. Sam always finds his girl. Van couldn't judge because he had found his own girl too.
Song after song they danced. Van pulled his girl close and she
...a short story about a teasing teen in a trailer park, who tries to prove she's not a tease by letting a dirty old pervert talk her into a hardcore fucking session.
Ray had moved to the Burning Bush trailer park because it was a cheap place to live, but he was staying for the pussy. At his age, which was now over 60, where else could he live with daily views of as much hot pussy as the trailer park. There were women his age, women half his age, and then there were the daughters of those women, teens and tweens, dozens of them, all packed into about forty trailers parked on the quarter-mile of narrow streets of the trailer park, plunked down between a small wooded area and a lightly used railroad track. Ray was a self-confessed “dirty old man” and he favored the younger women in the p
Sometime in our earlier years my wife and I were in the military. Since we both of us had adult children from previous marriages, there was no plan to have children, plus my wife could no longer have children due to a medical condition. We were interracial couple. I am Latino, my name is Mark, my wife is Caucasian, her name is Jenna. We both were in our 30s and in good physical condition. On the weekends we liked to go hotels that had clubs in them so we would be driving. I had read articles of couples in the swing scene and the subject piqued my interest and started reading more about it. Jenna said, she had never had dick that size, she claimed her former husband only had about 6 maybe 7 inches fully hard. My wife really had long legs that belong in a bed spread as much as possible. On
[Not originally mine, I saved a copy of the 3-part thread from 15 years ago and copied together.]
My brother and dad had been gone from the hotel room for half an hour. They wanted to go swimming at the hotel pool for a few hours. It was only about 7:30 and the pool wouldn't close until 11:30. They intended to stay as long as they could. My mother and I grew bored as I flipped through the channels.
"Turn it off, Sam. There's no use. Nothing's on but news and soaps."
"Well, then what are we gonna do for 3 and a half hours?"
"I don't know, you could always join your father and brother."
"Nah," I said, "I told you, I'm way too whiped out." We had been walking all day around town.
"Well what do you want to do, then? Check and see what's in those drawers."
I opened
Jerry’s car pulled quietly into the driveway, as it did every night around 7. After another day of tedious office work, he returned home to see his lovely fiancé, Tara. The two had been living together for nearly 3 years now and with the wedding less than a year away, he had been putting in as many hours as he could to take her on an amazing honeymoon.
For the past two years, her contributions to their financial stability came from an OnlyFans account that he encouraged her to make when she brought up the idea. He didn’t care how many other people saw her pleasuring herself for the camera, as long as she was happy. He even enjoyed watching her content from a secret account he had made. He was, after all, her biggest fan.
He was so preoccupied with getting the groceries he had picked
The first time that Paisley met DeShawn Morrison he was sitting at the kitchen table pouring over the sketch that Frank had made for the basement. She had been upstairs doing her pole work out in a pair of dark grey short cotton shorts and a tight white cami that was stretched taut over her ample breasts, rendering it useless at hiding her nipples. She walked to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of cold pressed juice, going momentarily unnoticed by the two as they discussed built in storage areas along the walls in each room.
She stepped closer to the table, causing both to look up. “DeShawn, this is Paisley.” He said with a grin.
“Nice to meet you” she said with hand extended.
For a moment, he was gobsmacked. He simply stared up at the beautiful flame haired creature before hi
Kat had relaxed in the bath until the water began to grow cool. The entire time she lay there soaking, she thought about how much Derek truly loved her. She also thouKat had relaxed in the bath until the water began to grow cool. The entire time she lay there soaking, she thought about how much Derek truly loved her. She also thought about how much she loved the life they shared together. Most of they couples they knew lived vanilla lives. They also fought a lot and several were cheating on each other. She had never felt the urge to stray because what she had with Derek was much deeper. She trusted him with her body, mind and soul. She gave herself completely to him. While they never used the terms Master, slave or even submissive, their roles were clearly defined and constantly updating
Kat was silent as she stood at the window, staring out at the sparkling white blanket of snow that had fallen over the previous three hours. The forecast said the snow would continue for the next few hours. She knew instinctively that this meant Derek’s hunting trip would be canceled. While it was true that they would be heading to his friend Charlie’s hunting cabin, and there would be guns, the only hunting they would typically do would be hunting for supplies to stock up on for the five days of drinking and poker that they would spend there.
He had gone to bed early, certain that the snow would go above them. They were scheduled to leave at 6am that Thursday, but by the looks of things, no one would be going anywhere. In a way, she was happy that he would be home. His work schedule
“Hey. Whatcha up to?”
“Nothing unfortunately”
“You forgot the batteries again?”
“I forgot the batteries again.”
“I told you. Get something rechargeable”
“Yeah yeah I know. Lol”
“You could always come over here and
I could help you with that”
“I don’t think your girlfriend would like that too much”
“Yeah very funny”
“After all that peopling I think I need naked wet fun time”
“Ooooh naked wet fun time
My favorite”
“Stop drooling and behave yourself lol”
“NEVER!!!!”
Reyna tossed her phone on the bed before entering her bathroom. She could hear it buzz on the bed as she undressed. She knew it was Sam. From the moment they met, there was an attraction. The two started making flirty little joke
Chapter One – The Beginning
After 3 years together and 12 months in the planning, our wedding day was picture perfect. Set in the grounds of her family home with Lake George shimmering like glass in the summer sunshine. The photographer said she had never attended such a perfect setting.
The party lasted well in to the night until we both collapsed, exhausted in a heap. We cemented our new marriage in the traditional way before finishing the last of our champagne and falling asleep in each other’s arms. We were jetting off on our honeymoon to Thailand in the morning, somewhere both Jenny and I had always dreamt of visiting. We were happy and excited with our whole lives ahead of us.
Jenny and I had always wanted children. It was largely the focus of our discussions on the flight
Ciri bowed her head like Dalla, "What does it want?" Ciri asked. She could barely breathe, expecting the worst.
"If we don't let it mate with us, it will kill us both." Dalla said.
“You've got to be kidding, I've got to have sex with that thing... it will tear me in two!" Ciri retorted sharply. In truth it wasn't that Ciri, was offended by the bug, but rather concerned about its physicality. It was nearly as large as a horse, and twice as heavy judging from the armored plates.
We could try appeasing him another way, Dalla suggested slyly...
Ciri gawked in disbelief; but then again, she had to admit she was curious about these creatures, and her options were limited without her sword. This was no drone, she wouldn't be able to bop it on the nose with a rock, and make it r
# People, Stats, Details
1. Julie: 30 years old, 5'1", 95 lbs., A-cup breasts, plump ass
2. Chris: 30 years old, 5'7" 146lbs., 8" dick hard / 'hung' flaccid
3. Matthew: 30 years old, 6'1" 280lbs., 5" dick hard / sits on top of balls when flaccid
# Beginning
Matthew and Chris were drinking at Chris's lake cabin and chatting about "life stuff." After several drinks Chris asked, "Dude what's biggest sexual fantasy?" Matthew kinda chuckled and just smiled at Chris, "I'm not sure you're ready to hear the answer to that question man!" Chris focused as best he could through the alcohol and tried to be as reassuring as possible, "Dude, we've been best friends for years! You can tell me anything." Matthew looked at the ground and kind of shook his head and then said, "You know what a
This story and all characters involved are both completely fictional.
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I always had a thing for my best friend's sister. She was 4 years ahead of us, so when I was just a young freshman, she was a pretty blonde Varsity cheerleader in her senior year. I'd always stay over at my best friend's house during the weekend and we'd hang out like typical teenagers--stayed up playing video games, pretended we were thugs listening to rap music, we'd even talk about doing dirty things to girls we thought were hot in our class (although I never confessed having any attraction to his sister--I knew our friendship would immediately get weird if I did). He'd typically fall asleep before me and I usually stay up for a couple more hours before feeling tired and fallin
We’d always been close. It had always been obvious that she was a daddy’s girl. Whether it was dressing up like me as a kid or coming to me for advice in her teens. My wife had felt the whole range of emotions about it. At first, she felt underappreciated as the woman who had brought her into the world. Then she found it cute… Then proud…and later she had been quite jealous. Claire came to me after her first period and made me swear not to tell her mother. I ended up giving the puberty talk and I think Sarah, resented me for taking that traditionally mother daughter conversation away from her. Personally, I’d always cherished the attention. Even the puberty talk. I feel most dads would shy away from that, but I felt so privileged to be her trusted person and to get to explain why it was f
Disclaimer: Rape in reality is despicable and wrong; the author of this story does NOT condone real-life rape in any shape or form. Rape in fiction can be a fun way to explore one's fantasies.
Monks In Heaven
Captain Judd McCormack, 38, sat on the left seat behind the basic instrument panel of the Lockheed Super Constellation L-1049 he had been flying for five years. He was at home in this cockpit, rather similar to the B-17 “Flying Fortress” he had flown in missions over Germany. He loved flying the Super Connie! He would jestingly say that Connie was the one and only name his wife could rightly be jealous of. A big statement from a man who loved brunettes!
He was scheduled for takeoff at 6 sharp. He and the First Officer went through their pre-flight checklists while the Flig
Part2
The next day, I thought of a lie for the restrictions I put on Jake, telling Tom that I had caught Jake stealing a hundred dollars from my hidden money stash. I agreed that the punishment was a little harsh but that I would shorten it if he showed improvement in his behavior. Jake still wouldn’t look at me and I decided to let a little time pass, so both of us could process what happened. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day and strangely, I found myself with a smile on my face. If I had mentioned any of this to my therapist at the time, she would have reminded me that my past sexual trauma was contributing to my current behavior. “The repeating patterns are never a good sign.” That I need to stop this quickly, before it escalates, and I agreed with her in my head… but there w
TRIGGER WARNING. SEXUAL VIOLENCE. FORCED SITUATION.
Names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent
His hand was over my mouth, pushing down hard, as I struggled to get free. His other hand grabbing the neck of my tank top and pulling it down hard. The sound of my strap snapping was so loud it rang in my ears. I kicked and tried to hit him with my fists. Sometimes I made contact with his body but it didn’t have any affect. I heard the loud ripping of more fabric as the neckline gave way and exposed a good portion of my bra. His hand pushed a little too hard down and I was able to get a little bit of meat between my teeth. He screamed “FUCK” and removed his hand but before I could scream, I felt strong pressure against the side of my face as my head whipped violent
You help me kidnap, and torture my thirty year old Filipina wife.
You check your cellphone and notice It's exactly 10 p.m., Saturday night. While waiting in the unlit doorway to the entrance of my condo here in Manila, you call out to me while I'm on the driveway... "Hey man where's your wife at!?!" I respond... "She just texted me, she's a minute away, just go back inside, close the door and hide."
Right around this time every weekend for the past year I'm waiting for my wife to come home after her call center agent job with a different co-worker to cuck me with. But tonight was different. Tonight was my chance for revenge.
It was fun for the first few months I have to admit, watching May come home to fuck a different co-worker every single weekend, didn't matter whether male o
How was she here in this situation now? Thirteen year old Abby Cole wondered to herself, sat at the back of her class as she could feel that... thing pulse inside her, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure coursing through her young body.
She squirmed in her seat as she fought to stifle a moan. Her pussy quivered with juices as she silently came, dampening the plastic chair beneath her. Of course this all happened was because of her natural curiosity and never knowing when to leave things alone.
The Night previous she wandered into the darkened basement of her home, her mother none the wiser as she sipped on the fifth glass of wine that night, without a care in the world. Young Abby had switched on the light and started to explore her mothers long and forgotten belongings.
She leane
Part two - The lie
Ohh, yes.
I remember the good old days when I was in bed with Cloth, my muscular gypsy. When I started to rub his cock slowly with both hands and I looked him in the eye: Do you like it? I was telling him. Yes, my sweetie, he replied. I put his cock between my full breasts, maybe too big for my small stature, and I started rubbing it with my breasts, and from time to time I touched him with my tongue and lips. I knew what I was doing, didn't I? Then I took the head of the cock captive with my velvety, hot and hungry lips. I was starting to suck slowly but hard. I didn't swallow it in my throat, instead I rubbed my tongue against the crack of his cock quickly, quickly, trying to open it a little as if I wanted to stick my tongue inside if I could. When I felt a littl
POV: Kat
I brought Lena into my bedroom with me and had her sit down. "So, what do you say about some real step-mother/daughter time?" I asked, before kissing her.
"What, you want to have sex again?"
"Yes, I remember the kitchen all too fondly. You know I love your mom incredibly much, but I still think of our time together all the damn time. It's making me go nuts at times, and I just need some relief if that's okay. Your mom and step-sister are spending some quality time together, and I thought, what better way for us to bond a bit more than to get naked?" I pondered, prior to sitting next to her and feeling her leg. "You're a beyond stunning young woman, Lena. I swear, I probably would've still married your mom if you weren't in the picture, but you're one giant perk, though
POV: Savannah
"Okay, we'll see you tomorrow, ladies," I said, before hugging Roseaylin. "I love you."
"I love you too, Savannah," she told me, before pecking my cheek.
"I want my hug, Lena; you're my step-daughter now," Kat added before I saw them hug too.
We both hugged our stepdaughters for a moment, and my panties certainly got wet as I felt Roselayin's body. I wasn't sure if anyone noticed, but her, but I hoped for the best.
As Rosalyn backed away, she gave me a grin.
"By the way, are you two still okay sharing a bedroom? You're both nineteen on the brink of twenty, but neither of you has said a word," Kat mentioned.
They both peeked at each other and smiled.
"We've... learned to live with each other in close quarters, Mom," Rosalyn added, staying close
POV: Lena
"Well, I know we're just eating dinner like any other night with our wonderfully supportive daughters," Kat mentioned, getting down on her knees in front of Savannah. "I love you, Savannah, and I'm quite fond of Lena over there. You and your late wife raised a great young woman, and quite frankly, I thought of her as a daughter before Rosalyn, and I moved in here," she explained, before reaching into her pocket. "There was more, but I'll keep it at that and ask," she said, before showing my mom a ring. "Savannah, will you marry me?"
My mom grinned and even shed a few tears too. "Yes, Kat."
Kat pushed the ring on my mom's finger, and they pasted their lips together.
Then Rosalyn came to me and had me stand up with her. They were clearly distracted, so she kissed
I came up and stretched. "Lena?"
I heard nothing back, so I got up and looked at the bed to see I was alone. I wasn't sure where she went, but I put my bra and panties on and went to the door.
I opened it and walked through it. "I still have no idea where Lena went, but I need some white pussy now. We still haven't told our moms we're fucking each other. After doing it with you so many times, I wonder what it's like doing it with your mom. She's definitely a MILF too, and I'm sure her pussy tastes just as good as yours," I ranted, walking through the hallway. "Is there a light on, though?"
I saw that, but wasn't sure what was going on. I stay quiet, not to startle anyone, and quietly made into the living room where the light was.
'Do I hear kissing?' I thought before I looked
I’m a strong girl, and by strong, I don’t mean silly things like patient, tolerant, hardworking or …
What I mean is: I actually beat up guys, pull down their pants and fuck them in the ass with a strap-on, dildo or anything at hand.
I have been doing this since I was a little girl. I’m going to tell you how it started; how I began with a 22 year old guy while I was merely 9.
I started watching porn quite early, when I was in elementary school. Back then, me and my friends (all girls, more or less like me) had formed a gang in our school. We constantly beat up boys who were rude or had no respect for us or other girls. We were also in porn exchange business and made quite a fortune by renting out and selling porn.
I was interested in male and female bodies. My body and mind was
