Corruption of Rome Ch. 05

The trickster was walking along one of the side roads of Hilbury. Malcolm kept a close eye on him from half a block away. He couldn't be sure if the man was the monster he was hunting, not yet at least. The stranger had been acting strange though. Malcolm had seen the man pick the pocket of someone without being noticed, but he could just be a thief; he had to be sure before he made a move to grab him. Malcolm had given Casey, his daughter, a call on her phone, but she hadn't picked up. He wasn't sure if he was happy or not about that. It would be nice to have the backup, but if she wasn't here, that meant she wasn't in danger. Compared to most monster hunts he had been on, this one wasn't very risky. He didn't try again though, she'd be upset about not being involved, but at least she would be safe. The man Malcolm had been tailing walked by a woman and very obviously reached into her purse and took out her wallet. It was clear as day, but the woman d

Lockdown (Stay at Home order) has been hard on me. For four months, starting March, I have had a case of blue balls. Sure, I have been jerking off a lot to my girlfriend's nudes and her tease-y chats, but I hadn't felt a wet pussy or a pliable pair of lips around my dick, for four fucking months. For the past three weeks or so, I have started going to work. Work and no sex -- that is how hell would be like. Last Sunday, my phone buzzed. It was 4 PM, my girlfriend usually naps during that time, but it was a message from a friend-colleague, Nisha. Hey, what's up, she had DM-ed. It was an inane message, except that she doesn't text me often. Nisha has been married for the last two years. Her husband has a factory of some sort in the suburbs. For most of the Lockdown, she had been stuck in the city, with her husband in the suburbs, waiting furtively for his factory to open. Now, the factory had opened, but they don't have any orders have coming up. So, he has scurried

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[Previously published in written form under the title "The Flushing."] * * * * * * * * * * Your voice fills my head through the headphones. "Stay on your knees with your mouth open, until I tell you you can move, you filthy whore." I can feel the moistness between my bare thighs as I kneel on the cold tiles of the shower floor and you continue your pre-recorded dirty talk. I wait obediently, blindfolded, mouth open, hands clasped behind me, my nipples chilled and hardening in arousal, wondering whether I will be drinking your cum or your piss, excited by both prospects. I like this game. I like not knowing what to expect, being utterly at your mercy. You often play with me like this, to keep me off balance. Once you left me kneeling here all night long, just to see if I'd do it, to test my commitment and obedience to you. And of course I did stay there, just as I was told, until you finally arrived for your morning piss and released me afterward. My knees were

Sebastian (22 yrs.) is ranked number #11 in the "Professional Bull Riding" (PBR). He stands at 5'11" who looks like a thin pole. He's one-strong cowboy though who is ready for the, "Unleash the Beast" rodeo event. He drew the bull, "Tender-Foot" for his first ride. He's the only cowboy who rode this bull last season. Elise (20 yrs.) is a local rodeo beauty queen (35-24-30) who has dark-red hair. She wears a white cowboy hat that matches the western shirt. Her tight wrangler jeans are tucked into cowboy boots. The queen, "banner sash" hangs over the shoulder. Elise sits inside the arena box with other beauty queens. She searches for Sebastian whom she follows on his, "Instagram" website page. All of his shirtless photos show off those 6-pack abdominals. He likes to wear those basketball shorts with his cock dangling underneath. She's excited as Sebastian climbs on, "Tender-Foot" inside of the bucking shoo

Susan arrived home late from a hard day at the office -- well her boss had been hard most of the morning, staring down the top of her dress. Susan expected Andy -- her 18 year old step-son to be studying hard for his maths exam next week. Susan didn't expect to see Andy with his hand down the front of the pale blue jeans of a very attractive 20-something Indian beauty. She was his maths tutor -- she had short-cropped black hair, sensuous brown skin and a wicked smile. Her tight white jumper, pulled up over her small breasts exposed a swathe of flat brown abdomen leading the eyes down to a dark pubic triangle above Andy's fingers buried in her snatch. Susan stood quietly in the doorway for a moment, feeling a slight moistening between her thighs. Andy must have heard the familiar rustle of nylon tights being pushed aside and looked up: "Hi Mom -- have you met my maths tutor Bindi? We all call her Bendy at school, because she's so flexible -- you should see her in the