Nov 212014

To help out with the bills while my wife looks to change careers, I have re-entered the workforce. Since I never graduated college, my options are limited. They are also limited by the fact that I am 41 and not as capable of pulling the 12 hour shifts I used to do at the factory.

I picked up a job at a grocery store running their gas station island. Technically it is called a fuel kiosk which means I sit behind bullet proof gas and sell cigarrettes, potato chips, more cigarettes and gas to people. To my complete surprise, I really like it. There is a simplicity to it that I enjoy and it has none of the stress of the telephone auditing job I had earlier. I am by myself so it has none of the office drama of the laboratory job. It requires scanning items, selling lottery tickets and emptying garbage cans which means it has none of the harsh physical demands of the factory job. Weirdest of all, I genuinely enjoy interacting with random people during my shift and helping them solve their tiny problems like how to get a discount on their gas. If I mess up, I annoyed a customer for a minute instead of previous jobs where I impacted million dollar businesses.

The only drawback is purely my own mentality. I have friends who are scientists, programmers and freaking lawyers. I have never had ambition when it came to what my job was as I always value my self esteem on my creative efforts but for some reason, being a gas station attendant nags at me. I feel ashamed a little that I have such an ultimate near-minimum wage job. It doesn’t have the rough physical glamor of factory work. I stand in a air conditioned tiny building and smile at people all day long. I greatly enjoy the job but I feel a smidge embarrassed to mention it to my friends.

I guess that is what happens when you live in a society that is so money oriented. I just want to pay my bills, have time to write dirty stories and enjoy a good book and videogame. I have a wife that loves me and two cats. I learn and make recipes of delicious foods. I am doing nearly everything I want to do with my life, yet I still have that tiny little self-esteem issue where I feel unimportant compared to what everyone else is doing with their life.

I have no idea why that bothers me.

Nov 192014

I pushed deeper into my cabinwoman’s ass. She groaned as my cock penetrated deeper into her tight little hole. I yanked her red hair back. She cried out while I slowly opened her.

“Take it all!” Venda, my cyborg parrot said from her perch on shoulder.

The cabinwoman whimpered as I buried my cock inside her ass.

“Captain Blastpants,I did it!” Three-Legs said. He stood by a flashing panel in the cave wall. A tremor ran through the cave, causing the cabinwoman’s ass to jiggle around my cock.

I pulled out of her and my intelligent pants zipped me up. “Good job, Three-Legs,” I said. “We’re one step closed to Captain Facepounder’s lost treasure.”

“Bad news, Captain,” Jen-4 said. Her eyes had been replaced with a video display and right now a holographic skull floating over her long black hair. “Bowling Bob died. That razor boulder must have been poisoned.”

Damn, that just left three of us left. Well, four if you count my cabinwoman but she was just a pretty redhead with a tight ass.

“Dead men don’t get a share!” Venda said.

“You’re a cruel Parborg,” I said to Venda. That is why I liked her.

The cave wall slid aside to reveal a secret door. Stairs lead down to who knows what.

“Alright, Three-Legs, take the lead. Jen-4, cover our backs. Me and umm, what’s your name again?”

My cabinwoman pouted. “Aja, remember?”

“Nope. Aja and I will take the middle. Let’s be careful. Captain Facepounder might have more traps ready.”

We went down the stairs. Three-Legs was an old hand at stealing things. He had us step over three normal looking steps and I didn’t question him. His knowledge about traps was almost as large as his cock.

The bottom of the stairs was brightly lit. It opened into a large cavern. Atomic lamps hung from the ceiling and bathed the place in perpetual light.

“Space Buddha!” Jen-4 swore. A holographic glyph of WTF floated above her head.

I couldn’t disagree. We had found the treasure of Captain Facepounder and it was bigger than I had imagined. Open chests filled with solid platinum credits bars were laid out in neat rows. Bags filled with gems spilled everywhere. Not one, not two but three gold thrones were stacked in the corner.

And all that was the obvious stuff. Leaning on a chest was a nude painting of Empress Elit. Resting on the ground was one of the six Obsidian Monoliths. Sitting on a shelf was a complete collection of Lady Neyonce’s Diamond Albums. The cavern was filled from wall to wall with treasures that could buy small planetoids.

“Lords of Space,” my cabinwoman said. She ran forward and grabbed a ruby necklace. She held it to the light and was dazzled by the sparkles.

“Jen-4, contact the Savage Thrust and let them know we found it. Give them coordinates so we can begin the looting.”

“Sorry, Captain,” Jen-4 said. An empty green bar floated above her head. “There is no signal down here. I’ll have to get back up to the top of the stairs.”

“No one leaves,” a voice boomed.

Someone stood up near my cabinwoman. It was a curvy gold woman. Gold braids fell from her head and fell on plump breasts. Even though she was facing us, I was impressed by the obvious size of her plump ass.

My cabinwoman screamed. She ran towards us and I stepped out of her way. She hit the first step and a white light shot from the gold woman’s hands. My cbainwoman turned to ash instantly while the ruby necklace fell to the floor.

“Ass to ashes!” Venda said.

“No one leaves,” the gold woman said. “Congratulations on finding Captain Facepounder’s treasure. You will spend the rest of your life here and I will add your corpses to the generator for future power needs. Leave and you will be granted a quick death.”

“Uh, Three-Legs?” I said. “This counts as a trap I think. Go turn it off?”

Three-Legs looked at me. His dark brown face split into a grin. “Looks more like a robot to me. That falls under Jen-4’s expertise.”

“Jen-4?” I asked.

The cyberdyne frowned and toyed with her black hair. ? floated above her head.

“Well, I am pretty sure it is a modified Spencari,” Jen-4 said. “They are a line of highly durable sex robot with an emphasis on ass. They also were known to be programmed to enjoy sex. The weapon is a new thing, but what we really need to worry about is their durability. None of our weapons is going to affect it.”

“Well shit,” I said. I stepped closer to the robot woman. “So we are free to stay here as long as we live?”

“Correct,” the robot said. Up close I realized her tits were pretty big too, they were just eclipsed by that ass.

“Is there any food here?” I asked. “How about water?”

“Negative,” the gold robot woman said. “Most go mad with thirst in three days and then they commit suicide by trying to escape.”

“Fuck that,” Three-Legs said. “Come on, Captain, let’s run for it! She can’t kill all three of us at the same time!”

A hint of a smile came to the robot’s lips. “I am pretty sure she can, Three-Legs.,” I said. “Do you have a name, robot?”

Those white eyes focused on me. “Captain Facepounder called me Oco.”

“Do you like it here, Oco?” I asked.

“I serve my function,” she said.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” I said.

Oco frowned. “I tire of standing guard and slaying intruders but my programming will not allow for any deviation. I was designed for more than this.”

“Made for fucking!” Venda chirped and I agreed.

“Captain, I have an idea,” Jen-4 said.  floated above her head. “Spencari models weren’t known for their endurance. We might be able to exhaust her internal power supply.”

Oco shook her head. “Obeying my function as a guard will require minimum resources. I merely need to observe you and slay you as necessary.”

“What about your other functions?” I asked. My hand went to her breast. My fingers squeezed synthetic flesh indistinguishable from the real thing. Her nipple hardened in my hand.

“My other functions are functional,” Oco said. A huskiness came to her voice.

“Ahhhh,” Three-Legs said, understanding my plan. “Does anything in your programming prevent you from giving your prisoners a good fuck?”

Oco took a deep breath even though she had no need to breathe. It made her breasts rise and fall in an alluring manner. “It does not. I must warn you that my programming requires me to bring you complete satisfaction as quickly as possible. I doubt you will be able to outlast me.”

It was my turn to smile. “Oco, we’re space pirates in a room full of treasure with a woman with a great booty. You’d be surprised by what we would do for both.”

“Great booty!” Venda repeated.

My intelligent pants unzipped. My cock stood firm and Oco reached for it. Her fingers secreted lubricant as they tightened around me. I groaned out loud with her first stroke.

“The rest of you, get in here!” I yelled.

Three-Legs already had his pants off and his monstrous cock swung between his legs. He went straight for Oco’s back and she bent over for him. Her legs braced themselves while he bit her ass.

Oco groaned her white eyes flashed.

“The more pleasure I experience, the more power I consume,” she said.

Jen-4 crawled onto the ground. She opened her mouth and took one of Oco’s hanging breasts in her mouth. Jen-4 sucked on her nipple with the enthusiasm I have come to expect from our technical expert.

“What gives you more pleasure, jacking my cock or sucking it?” I asked Oco.

“Sucking, but I will make you come,” she said.

“Try it,” I told her.

“Suck it down!” venda chirped. My Parborg was the best wingman.

She fell forward onto my cock. Her mouth took all my girth between her lips. A nimble tongue flicked over my length as I slid into her throat.

Lords of Space, she was good! Her mouth felt real. No, it felt better than real. Oco’s mouth was warm, wet and hungry. She sucked on my cock like a woman in need. I wondered if she tasted Aja’s ass and I hoped that it added to her pleasure.

“Coming aboard!” Three-Legs said. He stood up and slipped his cock into Oco. He grabbed handfuls of Oco’s plump ass as he entered her. Oco moaned on my cock as Three-Legs filled her robotic pussy with his own unnatural monstrosity.

“She is tighter than a cask of rum!” Three-Legs yelled.

“Pace yourself!” I yelled. “We got to wear her out!”

Three-Legs nodded and he fucked her from behind, nice and slow. I grabbed her braids in my hand and tried to do the same. I fucked her mouth with deliberate caution as I fought the urge to slam her face. If her pussy was anywhere as good as her mouth, this was going to be quite the challenge.

Jen-4 played her part too. As she sucked on a breast, she also reached for Oco’s sex. Jen-4’s fingers stroked the robot’s pussy while Three-Legs fucked it.

I reached down and grabbed the breast that Jen-4 wasn’t sucking. I squeezed the pliant flesh and pulled on the nipple. It was hard to do without further arousing myself. With each thrust into Oco’s lips, I found myself closer to coming.

“It is too tight, Captain!” Three-Legs said. “I am about to burst!”

“Pull out!” I yelled. “Take a break!”

Three-Legs stepped away from her. His black cock glistened with her juices. He gripped his cock tightly as he willed himself not to come.

I pulled out of Oco’s mouth. The suction on my cock was powerful as I left her lips. She smiled at me as I stepped away from her. A line of spit connected my cock to her lips. It broke as I took another step back.

“Lie down,” I told Oco.

She nodded and stood upright. Jen-4 kept stroking the robot’s pussy as the Oco got down on the ground. She kept stroking as Ococ laid back and spread her thick thighs.

“Spread them like a nun!” Venda chirped. My Parborg must have had quite the life experience.

I climbed between Oco’s legs. Jen-4’s fingers left Oco’s pussy and smeared pussy juices onto Oco’s breasts. The robot moaned and her thighs quivered.

I guided my cock to Oco’s pussy. Fuck, it was as tight as her hand. I pushed into slick walls that gripped me tightly.

“Fuck,” I moaned. Oco looked at me with half closed eyes.

“Give me some support,” I told Jen-4. <3 flashed above her head. She reached for Oco’s clitoris and rubbed it furiously while I slid my cock in and out.

Venda hopped down from my shoulder. The Parborg went straight for one of Oco’s nipples and clamped down with her steel beak. Oco cried out but she didn’t stop the Parborg. I guess she took pain as well as pleasure.

“Get back in here,” I told Three-Legs. He crawled back over to us. Oco reached for his cock but I held up my hand.

“No, kiss her,” I commanded.

Three-Legs sighed with relief and did as I commanded. He bent down and kissed the golden woman. Her pussy tightened around my cock as she pulled Three-Legs down to her.

They kissed with wild abandon. Three-Legs groped a plump tit as they kissed while Oco grabbed his ass. Both of them groaned with mutual pleasure.

I kept fucking Oco. Jen-4 kept stroking her clitoris. She switched hands as one got sore. It wasn’t long before that hand got sore too.

I grabbed Jen-4’s head and pulled her down to Oco’s sex. Mmmm flashed above Jen-4 head’s and I heard her loud licking.

Sometimes her mouth would touch me and I felt her tongue on my cock. I tried to ignore it and keep thrusting. Normally I would welcome her mouth but today we were fucking for our lives.

Venda kept clamping down on Oco’s nipple. The cyborg bird would walk back and forth around Oco’s plump breast, kneading her flesh with kneading talons.

Oco and Three-Legs broke their kiss. Both of them were breathless which was quite a feat for a robot.

“Give me your cock,” Oco demanded. She grabbed Three-Leg’s ass and pulled his groin to her mouth.

“Whoa!” I said but it was too late. Oco took all of Three-Legs into her lips. His giant black cock disappeared into her golden mouth. His balls pressed against her cheeks as she sucked down on him.

“Lords of Space!” Three-Legs groaned. He came and there was nothing we can do to stop it.

“Fuck,” I said and I pulled out of Oco’s pussy. It was too much. I was near my bursting point too.

Jen-4 took my place. She climbed between Oco’s legs and dived into the robot’s pussy as she swallowed Three-Legs’ seed.

Three-Legs fell back when Oco had drained him. The cock of legends was now a shriveled short story. He looked slightly embarrassed but also very sated.

“Get to sucking one of those tits,” I commanded and Three-Legs did. He grabbed a breast and suckled on it with tender affection. Venda watched Three-Legs from the other breast.

How close were we? I had no idea. We just had to keep going.

“Give me the woman’s pussy,” Oco said. “I will drain more energy eating her than I will being eaten.”

I slapped Jen-4’s ass. “You heard the lady.”

AFT floated above Jen-4’s head. She stood up and shimmied out of her shorts. Her bare sex glistened with arousal. She climbed over Oco’s body and sat on the robot’s face.

OMGWTF floated above Jen-4’s head instantly. Oco’s mouth was just as functional with women as it was with men. I doubted Jen’4 would last long.

I got down between Oco’s thighs. Three fingers slid into her pussy while my mouth went to work. She tasted like tropical berries. That was a nice surprise. My tongue eagerly licked her at pseudo flesh.

“Captain!” Three-Legs yelled. “She’s jack my cock!”

I looked up. Oco was good at multitasking. She had a grip on Three-Leg’s cock and she was bringing it back to life.

“Keep sucking her tits!” I commanded and then I went back to eating the robot’s pussy.

“Suck them titties!” Venda chirped, a nipple still between her beak.

Jen-4 screamed with pleasure. Oco’s thick thighs quaked around me with pleasure.

Three-Legs kept biting Oco’s tits while she stroked his newly rejuvenated cock.

I kept licking and stroking the pussy in front of me. It helped that she was delicious. I felt Oco climax and I kept licking.

Jen-4 screamed another orgasm. W00T appeared above her head. “It’s too much! I have to stop!”

“You stay on her fucking face!” I yelled, my own face soaked with Oco’s juices.

Jen-4 whimpered but she stayed where she was. Her long black hair shook as her body writhed on the robot’s face.

“Shit,” Three-Legs groaned and I knew he had come again. He emptied himself onto Oco’s hand and he pulled away. Guy might have a monster cock but his self control was shit.

“Lords of Space!” Jen-4 screamed and she came again. I watched her back arch and then she fell off of Oco’s face. AFK floated above her head as she collapsed onto a pile of platinum bars.

“Fuck me,” Oco said. “Power Supply is dwindling.”

Fuck, now it was time to test my own endurance. I climbed on top of her body. Venda flapped away from her breast and climbed back on my shoulder. My cock slid back into Oco. Hot slick tightness gripped my cock.

I fucked her plump body. I ignored how her flesh shook. I looked away from her moaning mouth. I thought about escape velocities instead of her bouncing tits.

It was too much. She was too much. I came.

“Fuck!” I yelled in a mix of pleasure and anger. My seed pumped into her body while her pussy milked me for every drop. My cock withered inside of her.

Oco’s face was flushed which was an odd thing to see on gold skin. “Near critical levels,” she whispered.

“Damn it, we’re not done yet,” I said. “Roll over. Three-Legs, slap her ass. Jen-4, get over here.”

Oco rolled over and got on her hands and knees. The full glory of her giant ass was on display. There was a reason I had been saving her ass for last. My cock was already stubbornly throbbing.

“Booty for days, booty for days!” Venda said.

“Damn right,” I said.

Three-Legs got up on two shaky two legs. He brought his hand down on the robot’s gold ass and it jiggled wonderfully. She cried out in a good imitation of pained pleasure.

“Spanking me burns minimal energy,” Oco said.

“This isn’t for you,” I groaned.

“Not for you!” Venda repeated.

“What do I do?” Jen-4 asked.

I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face down to my cock. She opened her mouth and took me inside. NFW floated above her head.

I watched Three-Legs slap Oco’s ass while Jen-4 sucked on my exhausted cock. Every slap sent shockwaves through Oco’s gorgeous golden ass. Jen-4’s licked my spent cock as it slowly rejuvenated.

Five minutes of ass slapping later, my cock was hard again. Jen-4 choked on my cock and I released her. I was ready again.

“So . . .close . . “ Oco said. Her golden ass was now a bright red.

I guided my cock to her asshole. It wasn’t surprising to see that it too was self-lubricating. The tip of my cock pushed inside her and the most amazing tightness gripped me back.

“Nice and slow, captain,” Three-Legs said.

“Put your cock back in her mouth,” I ordered him.

“Aw, Captain. I got nothing left!” Three-Legs said.

He obeyed though. I watched him wince as Oco’s greedy mouth took him. He was too sensitive to enjoy it but damn it, we were going to exhaust this robot if it killed him.

I fucked Oco’s round ass as slowly as I could. I was trying to conserve my strength and not unleash another load into her ass. It was damn hard. Her ass was tight, as tight as I had ever fucked. Her plump beautiful ass felt good against my thighs and I felt the heat radiate off of them from the spanking. It was a damn sexy ass to fuck.

Jen-4 massaged her jaw. She leaned against a bag filled with emeralds. I knew she was tired from the lack of holograms above her head.

Three-Legs grimaced. Oco’s head was bobbing on his monster cock. Somehow she was going to pull another orgasm out of him.

“Shit!” Three-Legs yelled. He came and the pain of a third orgasm contorted his face. He pulled out and fell backwards into a pile of rare rugs.

It was up to me. I kept fucking Oco’s ass.

“Fuck that ass!” Venda chirped.

If we were going to escape Captain Facepounder’s treasure vault, I had to keep sliding in and out of this tight hole.

If we were to ever spend any of those platinum credit bars, I had to keep ramming this round golden ass.

If we were to ever fucking brag about how rich we were then I had to pounding this soft big ass until I wore it out.

I felt my orgasm coming. Even I had my limits. I fucked faster.

Oco cried out. She pushed back onto my cock. She reached between her legs and stroked her sex as I fucked her ass.

I came. My cock erupted inside her ass. I kept fucking and pumped every bit of my load inside her.

“Fuuucccccceeeeee…..” Oco said and then she fell to the ground. I fell on top of her, my cock still deep in her ass.

“Thank the Lords of Space!” Three-Legs said. “You did it, Captain! You fucked her out!”

I pulled out of her ass. My cock felt drained. It would be weeks until I had sex again.

Okay, maybe days.

“I have a signal now!” Jen-4 said. “The jamming device must have been in her. Shall I call the ship now?”

“Yeah,” I said. I leaned against Oco’s abundant ass. “Tell them to send a looting party and let them now about the traps we found.”

“What about the robot?” Three-Legs said. “Should we destroy her in case she re-activates?”

“Fuck her and loot her!” Venda said.

“No,” I said. “Jen-4, have Oco taken aboard and upload a free-will program into her. If she wants to leave us, fine, but make sure she knows she has a place in our crew if she wants it.”

“A booty like this, belongs with pirates.”

Nov 122014

Sara took a look of herself in the mirror. A sad Filipino woman looked back at her. Nice breasts, thick black hair and hips that might be a little too wide were displayed for her inspection. She looked for something to explain why that asshole Mike broke up with her. It had become a regular morning ritual.

There was something new in the mirror. Something was right below her right nipple.


Sara took a closer look in the mirror. It took her a moment to realize that the mirror was reversing the letters.

Sexy. The letters spelled ‘sexy’.

Sara shook her head. How much did she drink last night? It had been a Sunday night and Sara was depressed by yet another weekend alone. Six months after her breakup with that asshole Mike and she was still not over him. Christ, he wasn’t even that good of a fuck.

She grabbed her breast and tried to look at the writing. The letters were red but Sara didn’t think she even owned a red marker. How did she get the letters to be so perfect?

“Maybe drinking really does improve your writing,” she said. She laughed at her own joke. Being alone had taught her to amuse herself.

“Fuck it,” Sara said. She had to shower and get ready for work.

The water didn’t wash the word off. Neither did the soft soap or the sponge. Sara wasted a good ten minutes before giving up.

Sara went to work. The word was covered by her bra and blouse. Her drunk late night scribbling was safe. At least no one at work would see it. Hell, no else would see it either the way Sara’s love life had been going.

It was a busy day at the office but wasn’t it always? Sara sat at her desk and went to work. Reports were typed and emails were answered.

After an hour, she saw another word. It was on the inside of her wrist. It said “Kiss here.”

Sara remembered Mike kissing her wrists. She remembered his rough lips acting so tender on her skin. She recalled his tongue licking against her pulse.

“How drunk was I?” Sara asked. Then she thought of a better question. “How did I not notice this before? It is on my fucking wrist.”

She returned to her work. What if someone asked about it? Sara thought of a few lies, none of them good.

No one asked.

Sara felt something on her left thigh. It was a pleasant feeling as if someone was dragging their finger across her thigh. She didn’t once think it was a big or something unpleasant. It felt too much like a man touching her. It was a feeling she had thought a lot about recently.

She got up from her desk and went to the restroom. If anyone noticed how fast she went, no one commented. Sara went to the restroom and right into a stall. She lifted her skirt up and looked at where the feeling had been.

There were more words. “Fuck me.”

Sara stared in disbelief. She knew those words weren’t there earlier. She may have been hung over this morning but she wasn’t that fucking hung over. Something was happening. She didn’t know what it was but it wasn’t fucking normal.

Something touched her ass. She reached around and under her panties but there was nothing there.

Sara peeked outside her stall. No one else was here. Sara stepped out of the stall and lifted her skirt. She pulled down her panties and tried to look over her shoulder at the restroom mirror.

The letters were backwards in the mirror but Sara was getting good at reading it. Written down her right buttock were the words, ‘bite my ass.’

Sara shivered. Most people would think it was a phrase meant to insult but to Sara, it was an invitation. It was one of her favorite feelings in the world. Her first boyfriend, Gary, used to bite her ass forever before finally going down on her. Sara had a plump ass and there was a lot to bite.

That asshole Mike would only bite her ass once or twice and then try to get a blowjob. Fuck, she missed ass-biting. Why the hell was she with that asshole again?

The restroom door opened and Sara rushed back into the stall. She sat down and bit her lip with fear. She listened but there was no sign that the person had seen her. Shit, what would they say if they did?

As she sat there in terrified silence, Sara noticed the dampness between her thighs. She was wet. She was wet for the first time in a long time.

“What kind of a pervert am I?” she asked herself.

She had to go. Sara straightened herself out and flushed the toilet to maintain the illusion. As calmly as she could, she walked to the sink and washed her hands.

‘Stroke’ was written on her right pointer finger. It was her masturbating hand.

Sara rushed back to her desk. She sent off an email to her boss feigning illness. She walked out of the office and avoided eye contact.

In the elevator she felt more words forming. Something was being written across her left breast. Words were being added to her ass. A gentle touch on her pussy lips told her that something was being written there.

Sara felt it on her cheek. She took out her makeup mirror and looked. “Kiss me” had been written across her cheek.

The elevator opened on the parking lot level. A man looked at Sara as she brushed past him with her head down.

Should she go to the hospital? And tell them what, exactly? Should she call her therapist? Shit, she wasn’t ready to talk about what some of the words were saying much less what they meant to her. Should she call the police? Maybe this was being done to her from outside forces. No, that just wasn’t possible. She had seen the words appear.

Sara felt a weird measure of guilt. Not once did she suspect that some outside force was working against her. She knew better. It was her body. For some reason, her body was rebelling against her.

She drove home as quickly as she could. It was hard to concentrate with the weird touching taking place across her body. Words were breaking out across her body. She kept checking the rearview mirror to see if any more words appeared across her face. Even her feet were feeling the words and Sara didn’t really think about her feet during sex. She was curious to know what was being written.

When she finally got to her apartment, Sara rushed out of the car and up the stairs. Something was being written across her forehead and she didn’t want anyone to see it. God only knew what it was.

Once she was inside, Sara allowed herself a look. The words were “fuck me”.

“No one can fuck me!” Sara yelled at the mirror.

That wasn’t true. There were guys who would fuck Sara but shit, fucking wasn’t everything. Sara wanted to be loved. She thought that asshole Mike loved her. He might have. He just loved fucking his neighbor more.

Sara stripped off her clothes. She went to the bedroom where there was a full length mirror on the door. She had to see all of the words.

Her body was covered in words. Down her thigh was a desperate plea for a solid fuck. Her breasts listed synonyms for pinching. Her arms promised vulgar embraces. Her hands offered to do filthy things. Every inch of her body was filthy with need.

Sara reached down between her thighs. Her fingers pushed past the pubic hair stroked her lips. She felt how wet she was. Her fingers lipped inside her and she moaned.

The woman in the mirror changed. She was no longer the sad Filipino woman. Now she was a horny Filipino woman who really needed to get fucked. Sara liked this woman better.

Her nipples begged to be pinched so Sara obliged them. Still stroking with one hand, Sara used her other hand to grab her nipple. She watched herself as her fingers pulled and twisted her hard nipple. Sara reveled in the pain but she enjoyed watching her pain even more.

Words exploded across her breasts. They were incoherent. Just ‘mmmm’ and ‘aaaahhhh’. Her skin was moaning.

Sara stroked faster.

Her face wanted to be kissed. Sara blew kisses towards the mirror. She couldn’t feel the kisses but she wanted to.

Sara stroked deeper.

She turned around and presented her ass to the mirror. She couldn’t bite her ass but she could pinch it. Her fingers clamped down on her ass just the way she liked it. She pinched down hard. ‘MORE’ screamed the letters on her ass. Sara stopped stroking and used both hands to pinch her ass. Over and over, she covered her ass in angry red pinch marks.

‘FUCK’ appeared on her back in giant letters. Sara giggled. Her body was greedy.

Sara turned around and faced the mirror again. She thought about sitting down but pushed it aside. She wanted to see her body. It had things to tell her and Sara didn’t want to miss any of it.

She went back to stroking her sex. Words formed on her chest and rambled. Sara got closer to read it.

‘a man is fucking me from behind and a cock is in our mouth and we move back and forth as they grab our ass and grab our breasts and we are being groped and pulled and held and fucked’

It was a masturbation fantasy without reason or plot. Sara read the words on her body and her sex clenched. Her body had a filthy imagination.

Sara stroked faster. The words changed; overwriting themselves.

‘the man wants to fuck me but I don’t let him until he bites my ass and bites it good this time and bites it like he means it and when he does that I masturbate and tell him to keep biting and he keeps begging me to fuck but I won’t fuck him until I am done with him biting my ass and that is just the way it is going to be because fuck that asshole mike who never really bit my ass and didn’t know what he was missing.’

Sara stroked deeper. Her climax was coming. It was coming slowly and Sara bit her lip in frustration. She hadn’t masturbated in a good long time so she was really sensitive but also oddly out of practice. It was like her body had forgotten how to climax.

The words broke apart. Letters squirmed and formed on her flesh. A giant ‘S’ appeared on her thigh. A dozen tiny ‘F’s appeared on her breasts. Multiple ‘m’s appeared on her waist and wrapped around her body up towards her breasts. As she came closer to climax, the words degenerated into letters. Her body couldn’t focus enough for words.

Sara came. She cried out as pleasure rippled through her body. Her breasts shook, her knees trembled and tears came to her eyes. Her heart was pounding and she was out of breath. It felt good.

Sara kept stroking, pulling every last wave of pleasure out of her sex. She felt tension that she didn’t even know was there disappear from her shoulders. A smile spread on her face and it looked good. She should smile more.

The words on her skin were gone.

Nov 102014

Wanted vigilante and spacenet pirate, Jen-4, has been identified to be in this Omigon sanctioned commerce zone! It is a Class Five Fine to protect or aid this criminal. It is a Class Four Fine to withhold knowledge of this criminal. It is a Class Three Fine to produce merchandise with this criminal’s likeness without Omigon Corporation Approval.

Jen-4 has been charged with eight thousand counts of spacenet piracy by the Omigon Corporation. She has also been found guilty of updating starship combat programs without paying licensing fees to the amount of ninety thousand credits. She is the prime suspect in the theft of three hundred wage slaves from the Omigon Corporation Human Enslavement Department. She has taken credit for the Great Pornography Flood that slowed down our judicial system with repeated holographic sex acts in our court rooms. Finally, she has been charged with being in violation of the Omigon End-User-License-Agreement for her engineering brain enhancement programs.

Jen-4 is a cyberdyne with all of the calculating prowess and interface capabilities of that race. She has pale skin, long black hair and a Mark VII video display instead of eyes. The Mark VII video display is not on the Omigon network and is capable of displaying rude images. The chance of a rude image being displayed by Jen-4 is quite high.

This criminal’s current employment is with the bad credit risk, Captain Blastpants. Please consult the Omigon Corporation’s List of Top Ten Opportunities for Beneficial Executions for more information on this pirate.

Jen-4 is considered armed and hazardous to information systems. If seen, do not attempt an arrest but call your nearest Omigon Corporation Security Associate. If seen, turn off all of your information systems after deleting any pornography that you shouldn’t have been owning in the first place.

A reward of Forty Vacation Days will be given for information leading to Jen-4’s arrest.

Nov 052014

Explorer’s Log: I have arrived at the star system designated “Queen’s Fierce Backhand” by Royal Astronomers. This system is the home of the Fourth who created the robotic Yeth. The Fourth also claim to have created most of the races around here but that is typical of elder races. They are always claiming to seed the galaxy or to be the ones responsible for building giant structures in a planet’s history.

So far I have detected no life signs on any of the twelve planets here. Chairbot insists this is where the Fourth live but the scanners don’t see anything. I’ll prepare a probe to check for underground habitation. I will begin with the twelfth planet and set the parameters of the probe for-“

Transmission lost.

Vaquel Di awoke. Everything was dark. She tried to move but her body didn’t respond.

The last thing the space explorer remembered was making her log entry and then nothing. Fear gripped her heart. There had been no warning from the computer. The sensors never saw whatever knocked her out. This was some seriously superior technology.

That just proved the Fourth were old. She didn’t buy any of the nonsense about being the creators of life in the sector.

A light came on. Vaquel’s body appeared under her. She was lying on some sort of metal table. She recognized the dark brown body, the plump breasts with her dark nipples, and the short pink hair on top of her sleeping face. The strange thing was that Vaquel’s body had her eyes closed. How could Vaquel see herself if her eyes were closed?

Vaquel wondered if this was an out-of-body experience. Was it some sort of telepathy? Was her brain in jar now with some sort of video connection? Or was it something even worse that she couldn’t imagine?

“Anyone there?” Vaquel yelled. That was her voice, but the mouth on the body beneath her didn’t move.

Vaquel tried to lick her lips. She couldn’t.

“Anyone there?” she said again; mostly to confirm that she could speak. She heard herself but she wasn’t entirely sure that what she was hearing was her voice. It might be her brain thinking it was her voice.

Things were looking an awful lot like her brain was in a jar.

Brain removal was a complex technology but not unheard of. Vaquel’s people had the technology to do this but they usually reserved it for criminals and those who harass on social media. It didn’t prove the Fourth were anything special.

A voice echoed in her head.

“This appears to be a scout being from a race that has achieved moderate levels of technology.”

“Who’s there?” Vaquel asked. She thought about the voice she heard. Did she really hear it or was it just in her head?

One of the brown breasts jiggled. Vaquel could feel it as it wobbled. That was good, right? If she could feel it, maybe her brain wasn’t in a jar. Why keep it connected if they weren’t putting it back?

A dozen scenarios involving torture sprang to mind. Yes, there was plenty of reasons to stay connected.

“Note the firmness of her breast. Her nipples are already hard. Most likely she comes from a pleasure race created for power exchanges.”

Vaquel watched her arm rise on its own. It punched the air, delivered a knife’s edge chop and then mimed gouging an eye.

“Update, a pleasure race created for power exchanges with the sub trait of violence.”

The arm lowered back down. Vaquel willed her arm to rise again but noting happened.

“Prepare the identifier. I wish to know her world.”

Vaquel watched her brown body rolled over on its own. Her hands reached behind her and pulled her buttocks apart. A glistening stream of liquid appeared from nowhere and splattered her asshole.

A metal object appeared. Vaquel knew from its shape what its purpose was.

“Hey, give me a kiss before you fuck my ass!” she yelled.

“Confirmation on violence sub trait,” the voice said.

The metal object levitated downwards towards her ass. Vaquel watched and felt the tip press against her cheeks. She winced as her asshole expanded to accept the object and then she moaned as it entered her. The metal shape filled her ass and kept going deeper.

“Data incoming. Species identified and cataloged. Origin planet determined and cataloged. Race and planet were given a dictatorship vector. Distance from home planet is remarkable. She must be part of a conquering survey.”

The object sunk deeper into her ass. Vaquel cried out. It slowly pushed her ass apart as the girth embedded into her ass. If she had lips, she would bite them. If she could control her hands, she would be masturbating.

“She has protagonist markers. This one has no doubt affected the trajectories of quite a few species. Security measures should be activated to prevent unpredictable escape strategies.”

“Oh, I am going to escape, assholes!” Vaquel yelled. She still wasn’t sure if they could hear her but she liked yelling at them.

“Security measures activated.”

Vaquel felt something grab her breasts. It felt like hands. Someone was groping both of her breasts in a rather pleasing way. Fingers glided over her nipples and teased them.

“I’m not going to be distracted by just some tit playing! Whoa! That feels nice!”

Something nibbled the back of her neck. Vaquel looked but she saw nothing on her body beneath her. Whatever was nibbling her neck must be affecting her erogenous zones through nerve stimulation.

“Her companion is a Yeth. He has reawakened to his original programming six centuries ahead of schedule. Most likely this was her doing. Make a note to survey the Yeth and determine their current species trajectory.”

Vaquel wanted to take credit for messing with the Yeth but the neck nibbling was really distracting. It was almost as distracting as the hands groping her breasts were slowly massaging her plump flesh.

The metal object went even deeper into her ass. Vaquel wasn’t sure if she could take much more. Surely these assholes knew something about the limits of an asshole, right?

Vaquel looked down at her butt in wonder. She had never seen something go into her ass from this angle. The object felt big but watching how big it was and watching her ass stretch to take it was a different matter.

Vaquel realized that she was getting turned on by the sight of her ass’s accomplishments. She was already aroused from being fucked in the ass but now she was getting turned on by the aesthetic qualities of her brown ass. She wondered if there was even a term to describe loving one’s own ass.

“Perform an orgasm scan. I want to know her capabilities.”

Another object appeared. It was similar in shape to the object in her ass but much, much thicker.

“Oh yes,” Vaquel said.

It floated to her sex. Vaquel felt it press against her pussy lips and she also felt the vibrations coming from it. It wiggled against her and entered her.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried out. She felt her entire sex stimulated with the perfection vibration setting.

“Sentient organic,” the voice said. “While we wait for the orgasm scan, we would like to make a few inquiries. If your mind was mapped to an object for use in species manipulation, would you prefer to inhabit a large black object of inscrutable material or a glowing green ball with the ability to speak and convey stories?”

“Ahhh,” Vaquel said. The nibbling on her neck was moving to her ears. The hands were now lightly tapping her nipples. The vibrations inside her were euphoric.

“I guess the glowing green thing,” she said. “Green is a good color for me.”

“Noted. Hypothetically, if a race developed weapons of mass destruction and were intent on destroying themselves, how would you stop them?”

The vibrating object was fucking her in a slow steady manner. Something soft and slippery rubbed her clitoris. The object on her ass pushed deeper inside her. She didn’t know how much further it could go but she was feeling great.

“Uhh, repeat the question?” Vaquel asked.

“Hypothetically, if a race developed weapons of mass destruction and were intent on destroying themselves, how would you stop them?”

“I would threaten to do something much worse if they didn’t knock it off,” Vaquel said.


The vibrating object kept fucking her sex with a slow steady pace. Vaquel wished she could press back against it but she had no control of her body. She was helpless as the object fucked her at its own speed. All she could do was take it while it fucked her at its leisure.

Or she could ask.

“Can’t you make it go faster?” Vaquel asked.

The voice ignored her request. “What is your view on one species transcending their role and attaining space travel before they are ready for the responsibilities?”

“What the fuck kind of questions are these?” Vaquel said. The steady fucking was driving her crazy. She felt her orgasm coming but it was coming too slow. If she could control her body, she would grab the object and fuck herself right.

“One moment for orgasm scan to complete,” the voice said.

The fucking continued. Vaquel watched her paralyzed body get used. She watched the object violate and take her ass. She felt the other object spin inside her sensitive sex. Unseen hands pulled and tugged on her breasts and nipples.

The hands pinched her nipples. The sharp pinch was the last thing she needed.

Vaquel came. She cried out her orgasm with a voice that didn’t need to breathe. Her scream continued as she watched her body writhe beneath her.

The vibrations suddenly stopped. The object left her sex and ass. She felt suddenly empty; as if two black holes were left behind in her ass and sex.

The hands released her nipples and left her breasts. For some reason, the nibbling continued on her neck. It reached her ear and softly bit her ear lobes.

“Orgasm scan is complete. It confirms your question responses. You are an inherently selfish being. You do not desire to enhance and improve the universe. You care not for the growth and maturation of intelligent races according to a higher purpose. You are a danger to others.”

“Damn right I am a danger to others! But I have some good qualities! I helped Chairbot leave his planet.” Vaquel said. “I sit on him every day because he likes it!”

“You also sit on him because it gives you pleasure,” the voice said. “If we empowered you with our tools, you would make you would be like a God to those you are charged with. The results would be unsatisfactory.”

Vaquel smiled. “Make me a Goddess. Do it and I guarantee you that the species I commanded would be the army that conquers the universe. Make me a Goddess and the universe would worship me in perfect harmony.

There was a pause. “Like we said, the results would be unsatisfactory.”

There was silence. The ear nibbling continued.

Vaquel waited. She saw her body relax and roll back onto its back. Her pink pubic hair looked drenched.

“You coming back?” she called out to the voice.

There was no answer. The nibbling moved away from her ear and back down to her neck.

“Fuck this,” Vaquel said. She needed to get out of here. The voice might decide to recycle her or something since they couldn’t use her for their pathetic ‘helping races’ plan. Species didn’t need helpers. They needed an iron fist to grab their balls and tell them what to do.

She looked at her body. There were no restraints. The bondage must be some sort of mental block. Maybe if she could move her body, she could find where they are keeping her consciousness. All she had to do was push through the mental blocks with sheer stubbornness.

The nibbling grew more insistent. She felt the prick of teeth on her neck. It felt wonderful.

“No!” Vaquel said out loud. She tried to force it away.

She focused on her hand. All of her will bent towards making her hand move.

Her finger twitched.

Vaquel smiled. She could do this.

Something bit her right nipple. Vaquel winced but then she groaned as the teeth bit down softly. It felt very good. She thought about laying there and taking the biting.

“No,” Vaquel moaned. “It must be the defense system.”

She focused on her hand. If she could curl her fingers, maybe she could race a fist.

Something bit her left nipple. They were sharp teeth but the pressure was light. Now she had a set of unseen teeth on each nipple while a mouth bit the back of her neck.

Vaquel felt herself shudder while her body remained perfectly still. It was a strange disconnect.

“Come on,” she growled. Nipple and neck nibbling wasn’t going to stop her. She was a Deep Probe Explorer of the Queen’s Royal Navy. They said she came from a violent species and that was true! She fucked people up! She wasn’t going to get distracted!

Something nibbled her clitoris. Vaquel let out a loud moan as gentle teeth pulled at the sensitive nub of her sex. It sent pleasure all through her body. She was still sensitive from coming moments before. If Vaquel stayed still, she might be able to get a second orgasm out of the teeth.

“No,” Vaquel growled. She was done laying on her back.

Vaquel pushed through the pleasure. She stared at her fingers and willed them to curl.

Her fingers bent.

The nibbling intensified. Sharp teeth clamped down on her nipples. The teeth on her neck moved down her spine. Teeth bit down around her clitoris.

Vaquel whimpered. She was tempted to give up. If she just stopped, she could lay back and enjoy this sensation. As prisons went, this one was pretty nice. After all that she had been through, didn’t she deserve a break?

Another thought came to her mind: if she could move her hands, she could masturbate herself to orgasm.

Vaquel laughed. A new confidence settled onto her. The nibling continued but she didn’t ignore it this time. She used it as motivation.

She watched her hand curl into a fist.

The nibbling turned to bites. Other unseen mouths joined in. Something bit her ass. Teeth clamped down on the bottom lip of her mouth. She felt a row of mouths bite down her thighs all the way down to her ankles.

Vaquel was close to climaxing. She needed one good stroke to come. Every bite, every prick of teeth and every nibble was just teasing her to the edge.

It occurred to her that she should have came by now. The bites were intense and her body was sensitive. On any other day, she would have came like a plasma cannon by now. Something was holding her back and that pissed her off. No one denied Vaquel pleasure.

Her hand rose. Vaquel groaned as the biting increased. She rode the mix of pain and pleasure.

Vaquel’s hand moved to her sex. She felt the damp hair of her pink bush under her fingers. Her pussy lips felt the weight of her hand.

The biting turned vicious. Teeth clamped down all over her body. It was an assault of pain on her senses.

That was their mistake. If this had happened at the start of Vaquel’s twenty year voyage in space, it might have overwhelmed and intimidated her. But Vaquel had been in space for a few years now. She felt horny and neglected most of the time. Pain was just another stimulation these days.

Vaquel stroked her sex. The biting turned into one long plateau of pain and she kept stroking. Her body was on fire but she kept fingering her sex.

She came. Vaquel sat up on the examination table and cried out. She saw out of her own eyes. The pain vanished in an instant and the euphoria of her climax filled her body. She sat shuddering on the examination table as she rode her orgasm.

When her climax was over, Vaquel looked around. The room was empty. It was worse than empty, it was just a black void. Vaquel wasn’t sure if the room was dark or if she was in empty space. She couldn’t even find where the light was coming from.

“You have escaped,” the voice said. “Congratulations.”

Vaquel stood on the table. She still couldn’t see anything. “Let me go or I will do my own research on your dying corpses!”

“We shall let you go. Your escape proves that you possess the will to be a catalyst to the universe around you. Just because your will is powered by selfishness doesn’t matter. Like any natural disaster, you will bring change wherever you go.”

“Give me Chairbot too,” Vaquel said. “The little guy goes with me.”

“Of course. He possesses several traits worth allowing to continue.”

Vaquel stood on the table. She looked around. “So when are you letting me go?”

The world went dark.

The world returned. Vaquel was back in the probe ship. She was sitting back in the command chair except now she was naked. Her ass hurt from the anal probe.

Her fingers went to her head. There were no incisions. All of her hair appeared to be there. Maybe they didn’t take her brain after all. Or if they did at least they replaced it well enough.

She checked the chronometer. Three days had passed. She checked their heading. She might have been out for three days but they were now eight days away from the Fourth’s solar system. They were even on course for the next system.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “That is some seriously superior technology.” It still didn’t prove they were some sort of Progenitor race.

“Mistress!” Chairbot squealed. He came rolling into the navigation pod. “I met the Fourth! They said I had minor potential to be a nuisance!”

Vaquel patted the seat of Chairbot. The robot moaned with disappointment that it was her hand and not her ass touching him.

“Trust me, Chairbot, that potential is much higher than minor.”

Oct 292014

shondemonclr“Greetings mortals! It is me, Suckubeth, that demon doll who will damn you all! With me as always is my Flaming-Skull-on-a-Stick companion, Burny.”

“Halloween is days away! You can still save yourself if you wrap yourself up in something incredibly boring! Reality television shows are your only hope!”

“Silence Burny! Your warning pleas fall on deaf ears! These mortals are ready to give up their eternal souls in exchange for eternal pleasure with a side helping of eternal pain and humiliation! Why else would they come to this blog?”

“Maybe they come for the infrequent updating and random review of obscure erotica?”

“Well that’s just silly, Burny. Tonight they have come for the final story that will complete their transcendence into sexual ghost slaves to serve my every twisted whim! I give them a story I call Spirit Masks.”

“Oh I like that one. Forget what I said about saving yourselves, mortals. This story is worth damnation.”

“That’s right, Burny.”

“Read on, mortals.”


Sae cried out as Dui entered her. A cock the size of a moon entered her planet wide vagina. Her screams destroyed a new lifeform that was struggling to exist in the ether. Drops spilled from Sae’s sex and splashed a floating idea. The idea became sentient and ran off to infect writers.

Suddenly Dui’s cock was gone. Sae felt an aching emptiness inside her. She sent her mind out through the Astral Main but she couldn’t find him. Her eternal lover was gone.

Other beings were gone too. The wise women were absent. The cruel ones who dream of knives were missing. Most telling was the disappearance of cats.

“It is that time again,” Sae knew. She pushed her mind against the veils between worlds and they parted easily. That is where Dui went. It was Halloween and it was time to wear costumes once more.

Sae hurled her mind towards the blue planet. The moon was full and witches flew through the skies. The bond that connected her to Dui guided her and she fell towards a house where the mortals gathered.

The mortals were dressed as all sorts of amusing things. Some were dressed as animals while others were dressed as monsters. Some were dressed as famous people and others were dressed as jokes. Every year the clothes get a little skimpier and one day they will dress in nothing at all.

Sae knew Dui was here but she couldn’t feel him. He was hiding and there was only one way to draw him out. She had to pick her disguise.

She reached for a certain kind of mind. It belonged to a redhead woman dressed as a pirate. Sae slipped into the woman’s mind and settled there. She marveled at the feeling of large breasts that couldn’t deny gravity. A warm tingling was in her belly from whatever she had been drinking. The act of breathing amused Sae and she wondered how mortals could bear doing it for years.

Dui walked in front of her. He was wearing a dog suit. Sae recognized him by his walk. He walked like a soul wearing a body.

He saw her. He lifted a hand and pointed to a door. He then walked there.

Sae pushed on the woman’s mind. She sent heat down between the woman’s thighs. The woman gasped as she felt a sudden attraction for a stranger in a dog suit. The woman headed towards the door with the overwhelming need to do something dirty.

The door led to a bathroom. Dui already had the pants of his body down. Sae pushed on the woman’s mind and she lifted her skirt.

Dui pushed her up against the wall. His human cock slipped into Sae’s human pussy. It was bizarre and exotic. Such tiny little organs and yet so much pleasure. Dui grabbed Sae’s ass and held her as they fucked. The feeling of human hands on her ass was perversely strange.

They rutted up against the bathroom wall. Someone knocked and they kept rutting. The woman’s mind couldn’t believe what was happening but she enjoyed every second.

Sae cried out with a human voice as she climaxed. Humans, animals or entities, orgasms were the same. Sae was amazed that such fragile bodies were capable of the same pleasures as superior intelligences.

Dui left. The dogsuit human kept fucking her against the wall. Sae left her human and went looking for Dui again.

This time he was on the streets. Sae narrowed him down to an intersection. She reached out for a suitable mind to accept her.

Sae found it in an older woman. She wore the simple black robes of a witch. Sae slipped into the woman’s mind and realized the woman was headed somewhere. Well, not anymore.

Dui was across the street. He was inside a woman clothed as some sort of nurse. His woman was much younger than Sae’s but what was age to immortals?

He came across the street to her. As he walked, Sae pushed on her woman’s mind. The woman was transfixed by the nurse. For reasons she would never guess, she found the nurse to be the most beautiful woman in the world. She wanted nothing more than to taste her.

Few grabbed Dui by the hand and pulled them into the bushes. They fell into the darkness as young humans walked by. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies, partially in lust and partially with wonder at touching human flesh.

Dui reached into the witch’s robes and pulled out a breast. Sae reached between the nurse’s legs and stroked satin that covered warm heat. As Dui bit down on a small tit, Sae stroked soft panties into increasing dampness.

They kissed. Sae barely had to push as the witch nibbled and devoured the mouth of the nurse. Sae tangled their legs together until they were locked together in an intimate embrace. The witch’s hips grinded naturally against those of the nurse’s.

Sae relished the sensations. The friction of the nurse’s legs against the witch’s sex was intoxicating. The cold air on the witch’s exposed breast was invigorating. The heat of the nurse’s sex on the witch’s leg was irresistible.

The two bodies rubbed against each other. Mortals continued to walk down the street just a few feet away. The fear of discovery formed in the witch’s mind but Sae smothered it. She wanted nothing to interrupt her play.

The nurse came first. She almost cried out but the witch smothered her cry with a kiss.

Dui left. Sae was tempted to stay until her body had an orgasm but she left too. There was only one night for them to play.

Sae reached out and tried to find Dui. He was in a house but she couldn’t enter it. Dui had closed it off to her for some reason.

That was easily fixed. Sae sent her mind next door. A man was there, dressed in garish colors. She slipped into his mind and understood the clothes were meant to be something called “superhero”.

Mortals, always making up things.

Sae reached into her pants and pulled on her cock. It would do.

There was a knock on the door. Sae put her cock back in her clothes and answered the door.

A woman dressed as a cat looked at her. Another woman dressed as a nun was behind her. Behind her were two women dressed as the police of this world. One was dark as the night and the other as pale as the moon.

All four looked at Sae and Dui was in all of their eyes.

Dui rushed her. Sae giggled as the four women ripped the clothes from her body. There was no need to push on the body she rode, the man provided no resistance to what was happening. His cock was hard and his mouth was willing.

The nun sat on Sae’s face. Tight thighs smothered her as the man licked. The woman had a thick bush and Sae once again marveled at the variety of human bodies.

A hand grabbed Sae’s cock and stroked it. Another hand stroked Sae’s balls. Both hands belonged to different bodies.

A mouth sucked on Sae’s toes. The man recoiled at that but Sae pushed down on his mind. A few licks later and the man was wiggling his toes inside the woman’s mouth.

Dui teased her in all the ways that she loved. The nun rode her face with a savage glee. A mouth licked the man’s nipple. Another mouth engulfed Sae’s cock. The other mouth sucked one toe after another.

Sae felt the man was about to come. She stopped it. This costume was too good to let come so soon.

The nun rose from Sae’s drenched face. Sae coughed as she remembered that bodies needed to breath. She barely had time to gasp before one of the police women jammed a brown breast into her mouth. Sae sucked greedily on it as she relished the taste of human skin.

The mouth left Sae’s cock and was replaced by a pussy. It was the woman dressed as a cat. Her black tail rubbed against Sae’s balls as the woman humped her.

The nun moved to where Sae’s cock entered the cat woman’s sex. The nun licked the pussy juices off the base of Sae’s cock.

The man tried to come again. Sae stopped it, stretching his near orgasm in a long stalling moment of pleasure.

The sucking of her toes stopped. Sae felt a woman crawl up alongside her head and offer her breasts. It was the other police woman. She bared her pale breasts and leaned in. Sae was smothered by breasts pale and dark.

The man was going to come. There was nothing Sae could do about it. She too was aroused beyond her limits. It was time.

Sae came. She shot the man’s seed deep inside the sex of the cat woman. All four of the women laughed and Dui’s voice was in all of them.

The cat woman climbed off of Sae’s cock. Her member was slick and sensitive. She was curious why Dui hadn’t left bodies yet.

“Take this one,” the dark police woman said. Dui left her eyes.

Sae smiled and left her body. In the blink of an eye, she inhabited the dark police woman. She felt an aching need between her legs.

The man sat up. Dui was in his eyes now. He turned towards her as the other three women did as well. They climbed onto her body and ripped her clothes from her.

Sae laughed as they ravished her. This was going to be a memorable Halloween night.


“It is like I always say Burny, it isn’t Halloween until the costumed orgy starts.”

“When you collect the souls of everyone who read all five stories, can I have one? I never get a soul to torment.”

“You’re a flaming skull on a stick, what would you do with one?”

“I’m not sure but it would involve head.”

“Just because that pun was wickedly evil, I shall grant your wish. Which soul do you want?”

“Hmm, how about the one reading right now?”

“Done! When we collect their soul tonight, I’ll let you explain their new duties for the next eternity.”

“As for the rest of you mortals, I’ll catch your souls later.”

Oct 222014

suckubeth2clr“Greetings mortals! It is me, Suckubeth, the Queen of the D’s who knows how to please! With me as always is my Flaming-Skull-on-a-Stick companion, Burny.”

“There is a disturbance in the air tonight! The walls between worlds are crumbling! Souls are just one scary sex story away from being preyed on by demons!”

“I know, Burny! It is what makes this such a wonderful time of the year. To help in your soul damnation, I have a story for you today called, Hungry Deborah.”

“You can’t show that story! It will leave the readers in a puddle of their own desire! They will helpless against any cruel ravishing spirit that wanted them!

“Oh Burny, you do know how to sweet talk a girl!

“Read on, mortals.”

Maria checked her costume in the mirror. The light blue sparkles of the mermaid outfit popped on her light brown skin. The seashell clams squeezed her large breasts into a bounty of the sea. The starfish headband looked great with her long black hair. She was looking hot.

As she applied her eyeliner, she remembered something from her childhood. There was something about saying a name in front of a mirror. Was it Bloody Mary? Was it that guy from the movie. No it was something else. It was on the edge of her memory.

Suddenly it came to her. It was saying a name while wearing your Halloween costume. Her friend Anna had told it to her.

“If you wear a Halloween costume in front of a mirror, don’t say Hungry Deborah three times. She’ll come and eat you.”

Maria smiled. Anna always had scary stories. Maria was sure that Hungry Deborah had an elaborate back story but she didn’t remember it. It probably had something to do with an insane asylum or not getting any treats on Halloween. All Maria remembered was that she spent a year not talking in front of her mirror in case it summoned something.

She finished her makeup. There was no way that Jorge was going to miss her tonight. He was going to be eating out of her hand.

Maria turned away from the mirror and then turned back. She was excited. She looked great. It was a time for conquering fears and men.

“Hungry Deborah, Hungry Deborah, Hungry Deborah.”

A chill went through her. The smile turned to a frown before returning a smile. There, she felt better already.

The party was at a friend of a friend’s house. Maria drove and trusted her GPS. The moon was full and bright tonight. She drove past the old Laymon house and thought she saw lights there. Gangs of children roamed the sidewalks with reflective costumes. A woman dressed as a bee and a zombie at the same time crossed the street. It was a crazy night.

The GPS guided her to an industrial road. She passed a warehouse where people were yelling and probably having a party. The night seemed to get darker.

The directions took her into the woods. Maria sighed and kept going. Jorge better be there and he better be sober. She didn’t want to drive all this way for him to be too drunk to appreciate her costume.

The car stopped. The engine and the lights cut off without any warning. Maria hit the brakes to keep the car from coasting.

“What the fuck?” she said. She turned the key and nothing happened.

Something bit the top of her breast. A flash of pain shot through Maria but also a flash of something else between her thighs.

“Jesus!” Maria screamed. She grabbed her breast. It felt like someone had bitten the exposed flesh of her tit.

She tried to turn on the car interior light. It wouldn’t come on. She dug out her phone and turned on its light. It shined onto her breast.

There was the outline of teeth where it had bitten her.

“Mary, Mother of Jesus,” Maria whispered.

Something bit her other breast. It clamped down harder and kept biting. Maria tried to push it away but there was nothing there. She shined her phone light on her breast and she could see her flesh being squeezed by an invisible jaw.

It suddenly stopped. The teeth marks remained.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” Maria said. She tried to dial a number. The screen wouldn’t accept any of her finger touches.

“Hungry,” a voice whispered in her ear.

Chills ran down Maria’s back.

Teeth clamped down on her neck.

Maria screamed.

The teeth bit down harder but Maria noticed it wasn’t breaking her skin. It was just a solid bite. She felt cold breath exhale onto her neck.

More chills went down her back. Other chills went to her sex.

The teeth released her neck.

“Hungry,” the voice whispered again. It was a woman’s voice.

“Hungry,” the voice whined.

Something nipped her ear.

“Fuck!” Maria yelled and she shoved open the door. She tried to run out but her seatbelt held her. Her fingers fumbled and finally released the seatbelt clasp. Free, she ran out of the car.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Maria yelled. She ran a few steps from her car but stopped. It was dark. There were no street lights. There was just the moon and the glow of the city over the trees.

Where the fuck was she going to run?

Something bit her thigh. Maria reached down to stop it but her own costume was in the way. She couldn’t touch her leg without pulling her costume off.

It wasn’t that bad of a bite actually. It was a gentle bite, soft and slowly clamping down on her skin. It reminded Maria of Jorge.

The bite let go and moved higher up her thigh. The sharp teeth were a gentle nip on her skin. Maria shivered and it had nothing to do with the cold.

“Hungry,” the voice whispered again. There was a dire need in the voice.

Something bit the top of Maria’s pussy. It was a quick nip that lasted less than a second. Maria cried out and stumbled away from it. She hit the car and cried out again.

The side of her pussy was nipped. Sharp teeth bit down on sensitive flesh for a split moment.

“Oh shit,” Maria said. The understanding of an adult reinterpreted a child’s story. That was why Deborah was Hungry.

A mouth pressed against Maria’s sex. Maria leaned on the car for support as an unseen mouth nibbled on her pussy lips. She looked down at her costume and could see no trace of the mouth that was there between her legs.

Biting gave way to kisses. Kisses gave way to licks. Licks gave way to hungry sucking of sexual juices.

“Oh shit, yes,” Maria moaned. Her tits heaved as she breathed harder. She bit her lips as the cold air kissed her face.

The mouth was ravenous. It buried itself in Maria’s sex. A tongue licked variously deep inside her. Without a need to breathe, the mouth never paused in its incessant devouring.

Maria gripped the car and moaned. Her knees were shaking. Her nipples were hard and rubbed against the clamshells of her outfit. She humped the air as she tried to rub harder against the mouth that was eating her.

The mouth kept licking. As the pleasure grew between her thighs, Maria felt a sudden bite on her pussy lips. The sharp pain halted her pleasure but then the licking resumed and her pleasure was amplified was twice as before.

The second time it happened was right when Maria was about to come. She cried out at the feeling of teeth but then she moaned louder at the loss of her orgasm.

The licking resumed and Maria knew she was close. This time she was going to come. There would be no stopping it this time.

The teeth bit her again and Maria climaxed. She shouted her pleasure and her surprise. The pain turned into pleasure and bliss invaded her body.

The licking didn’t come back. Maria moaned and rubbed the tops of her breasts.

“Hungry Deborah?” she asked.

Nothing touched her.

Maria leaned down in front of her side mirror. “Hungry Deborah, Hungry Deborah, Hungry Deborah!”

Nothing happened.

Maria opened her car and plopped in. She was wonderfully wet. She tried the key and car roared back to life.

She didn’t feel like going to the party now. Jorge had lost his appeal.

Maria did wonder what Anna was up to these days.

“I do love a story where someone is eaten alive. Don’t you, Burny?”

“Interesting how you had to stories in a row about the supernatural performing oral sex. Is this because of magical reasons or do you just run out of ideas?”

“Halloween is all about the oral treats, Burny. That and the dead, the spirits and the kinky costumes.”

“Hmm, I can see how the sacrifices of Samhain were really referencing sex and over the years it is had been passed down and translated into sweets.”

“Exactly, plus I am adding a hundred years of torment to your existence for that crack about running out of ideas.”

“As for you readers, we reach our thrilling finale for October! I’ll catch your souls later.”

Oct 152014

shondemonclr2“Greetings mortals! It is me, Suckubeth, the ones with the curves that rattle your nerves! With me as always is my Flaming-Skull-on-a-Stick companion, Burny.”

“Beware, reader! You might be reading this to see tits and ass but before you know it, you’ll be ass deep in damnation and your tits will be wrapped around a demon’s cock!”

“Oh Burny, I think more people want to read the story now. You are really bad at warning people away.”

“If I wasn’t a burning skull, I could draw them up a PowerPoint presentation that would truly scare them.”

“Whoa, you scared me just talking about PowerPoint. Step from that horrible thought readers, and step into this horror instead.”

“Read on, mortals.”

“That’s the last of the Trick or Treaters,” my wife said.

“I think you’re right,” I answered. On the television screen, another young co-ed died from a masked slasher.

“I’m turning off the light,” my wife said. “Are you ready for bed? I’m beat.”

I pointed at the screen. “It’s the Trixie Treats marathon, remember? You know I watch it ever year.”

My wife shook her head. “The movies are bad enough but that green hostess with the boobs is the worse.”

“I like her, the humor is ironic.”

“Hmm,” my wife said. Trixie appeared on the screen in her tight white teddy. She made a joke that I didn’t hear because her nipples were poking through the fabric.

“Alright, I’m going to bed,” my wife said. She kissed me good night. “Don’t eat the rest of the candy.”

I promised her I wouldn’t. She went upstairs and I kept watching the movie. I lowered the sound to almost nothing. If she asked, I would tell her I didn’t want to wake her.

I had my lies all worked out.

The movie ended and another one started. This one was about zombies because they are all about zombies now. I didn’t like it. It made me think of things I’d rather not. Still, I barely watched it. I was just killing time.

Midnight came. My cock was painfully hard. I got up and went into the dark kitchen. I made sure the back light was off. It was still bright outside even without the light. The moon was full and glowing tonight.

I saw her shamble up the deck stairs. She was still wearing the same sexy bee outfit. The top was torn a little and her right breast was almost out. Her red hair caught the moonlight.

She knocked on the door; slow faint taps.

I opened the glass door. “Shh, I’m here,” I said.

She went down to her knees. The yellow mask hid most of her face except for her mouth. She opened her lips and stuck out her tongue.

I hesitated but only briefly. The smell was bad. Her clothes were dirty. There were grass stains all over her costume. I didn’t want to think about it.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. She reached for it and pulled me closer. Her fingers were cold but that was normal because it was a cold night, right?

Her mouth was warm. I bit my lip to keep from groaning out loud. Her tongue was warm and her mouth was as wet as any pussy.

She made a faint moaning sound that disturbed me. I kept my cock in her mouth though.

Three years. That is how long she had been coming to my door on Halloween night. I had no idea who she was. No one in the neighborhood had her red hair. No one had her big tits that threatened to fall out of her skimpy bee outfit. No one ever tried to suck my cock just for opening the door.

She grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper into her throat. Cold fingers dug into my ass while my cock filled her mouth. She never choked.

I thought about the zombie movie. I wasn’t stupid. It was Halloween. She was either the kinkiest weirdo I had ever met or some sort of dead woman going around sucking cocks.

It had to be the former.

She bounced on my cock. Dead people don’t have warm mouths. The dead didn’t have so much spit. The dead wouldn’t feel so damn good around my cock.

Her tit fell out of her top. It was dirty like the rest of her. It pressed against my leg and the nipple was freezing.

I should have just stood there and taken the sucking. But no, I was curious. I was willing to fuck up a good thing. Mostly though, I had been seeing Trixie Treats hosting movies with those big tits and I wanted some for my own.

My hand reached down. I grabbed a handful of her cold tit. My fingers squeezed around firm flesh.

She was ice cold. My hand released her breast and moved higher up.

Her mouth sucked harder. My hips began to thrust and I fucked her mouth. She took it. She always took it.

My hand found what it was looking for. Where there should have been a heartbeat was just still cold flesh.

I shook with fear. She sucked harder. I came in her mouth and she kept sucking. I pushed her back and she released my cock from her warm lips.

“What the fuck are you?” I asked. I wasn’t whispering. I was too scared to be scared of my wife waking up.

The thing didn’t answer. She stood up and shambled off my deck. I saw her head to my neighbor’s house.

I noticed his back porch light was on.

I closed the door and returned to the living room. My hands shook as I zipped back up. I fell back into the couch. My cock was drained but I couldn’t stop shaking.

That had been too much. I knew the truth now. There was no way I was going to put my cock into that thing’s mouth again. Shit, maybe I should convince the wife we should move.

The commercial ended and Trixie Treats appeared back on the screen. The white teddy stretched across her green cleavage. She took a deep breathe before launching into more inane patter. The fabric strained to hold her tits in.

My cock throbbed. I thought about the dead bee woman coming back next year.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so creepy next year if I wore a condom.

“More Trick-or-Treaters should use the backdoor. Don’t you think so, Burny?”

“What was that damned creature? How many cocks does it suck in a night? Where does it go for the rest of the year?”

“Oh she was just another lost soul who made the right kind of a deal with the wrong kind of demon. I tried to explain to her the fine details but she didn’t pay that much attention. You would be amazed how many souls skip right to the cock-sucking and skip the part about the eternal wandering of the living dead.”

“I believe it. I once had a contract with a phone company that damned me for a decade.”

“Yeah, sex demons are one thing but don’t fuck with phone companies. Those guys are assholes.”

“As for you readers, I’ll catch your souls later.”

Oct 132014

51xpSJpofXL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-v3-big,TopRight,0,-55_SX278_SY278_PIkin4,BottomRight,1,22_AA300_SH20_OU01_Under Their Command is a new ebook. It is a 24 page story about a woman who reads a special ebook in public. She, and others, come under the sway of something that compels them to d many, many, many sexual acts.

This ebook was an experiment in creating a weird erotica story. I don’t know if I would call it mind control as much as body control. Think BDSM where your body is no longer under your control, it is now under their command.

I hope you enjoy this story and thank you for taking a chance on my experiment.