A Better Man Than I

Hello again, just another short note before the story starts. Thankyou to Darth_Aussie and the crew again for the inspiration to continue working on this tale of mine. Another special thanks to JasonT for all the hard work he put in helping me getting this ready for all you readers. To those of you that read Part 1 and left a comment or voted, thankyou so much. It meant a lot to me that you took the time to do that and that you enjoyed my story. Hopefully, you enjoy this part just as much. And to the readers of this part of the tale 1. This story does contain futanari and will continue to do so. If that's not your thing I apologise but it will be a recurring part of this tale. 2. This part of the story is almost double the length of Part 1. There is a massive lore dump as I try to expand upon the world this story takes place in. I've tried new things that I've never written before, so I hope its good enough for you all. 3. This part of the story also includes Lesbian Sex,

All characters are 18+ There was a knock at the door and I knew it was daddy. I was so excited. I couldn't wait to finally play with his lollipop again. I was also a little nervous because I've been a bit (a lot) of a brat lately and I've been sulking and daddy doesn't like sulking especially when he thinks I've just brought it on myself. I don't know if I'm opening the door to my happy daddy or my annoyed daddy. I tried not to press his buttons all morning but my mouth always gets me in trouble. Maybe he'll let me use it on his hard lollipop to get myself out of trouble too. I'd rather that than the naughty step again, what does he think I am, 2? I open the door and daddy looks pleased to see me so I internally sigh a breath of relief. "Come in daddy" "Thank you little one" I closed the door behind him and he sat down on the sofa and this is where the fucking up began. I took my usual seat across the room. I didn't even sit

"Let there be peace between you and I, between Muslims and Christians, and between Somalia and Ethiopia," Laila Samatar said, grinning, as she took her lover Bethlehem Tilahun's hand in hers. The two young women stood at the overpass entrance leading to the Rideau Shopping Center in downtown Ottawa. Snow was falling rapidly on this cold February afternoon, but things were otherwise peaceful in the Capital. The perfect time for a reconciliation. "Of course you want peace, Laila, I'm your favorite piece of ass," Bethlehem said, and with that, the curvy, brown-skinned cutie playfully smacked her lover's derriere. Laila gasped and blinked awkwardly, and then smiled. Even after all this time, Beth's wild ways still took Laila by surprise. Hand in hand, the two of them walked into the crowded mall. Covid was still in vogue, what with just about everyone wearing one of those damned masks. Welcome to the new normal... Last week, Laila and Beth had a big ar

***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons is purely coincidental. This was originally written under a previous account that I have deleted and rewritten for this new account. ***Special Thanks to marriedheat for editing this story. Donnie and his friends were sitting in the tenth row behind home base as they watched their home team win the biggest game of the season and making it to playoffs. Sure, they may not be able to get all the way to the world series, but it was still a big deal for everyone at the stadium. He called his wife, Shelby, to tell her the good news and that he was going to be coming home late because he and his friends were going to celebrate and have dinner at their favorite bar and grill. The real plan, though, was that they were going to celebrate at the local strip club that also served food; they would have dinner there but also continue their celebration by buying lap dances from strippers. His wife said she was

Note: This chapter has a lot of less erotic stuff at the beginning. If you want to get straight to the point, start at the line near the middle. This is my first story, so please feel free to reach out to me with comments, critique, or ideas! I would really appreciate the advice. Dear Olive, It's strange to be thinking of you after so long. I forced myself not to this past year. After everything that happened... You know, you were my sun, and my north star. You were all I saw. Even my own thoughts, if I had any, were barely footnotes (excuse the pun) to what you chose to put inside my head and heart. Again and again, I thought you had broken me into the basest creature I could possibly become; and over and over, you pushed my mind beyond its natural limits, until I was in complete, delicious oblivion. But you know that, don't you? You're the one who made me what I am. You worked me like clay, pushing the limits of my material until I melted, in exquisite torture, into the

This morning when I woke up I had no idea I'd be where I am now: bent over the arm of a stranger's couch taking his cock up my ass. I dropped my bags in my trunk after finishing my run to the grocery store and got into the car. While I was getting ready to leave I saw the driver in the car next to me turning his key and looking to back out, so I waited. He didn't leave. I waited longer and longer and began to get annoyed, but then I realized what was happening: his car wouldn't start. I then did something I never do—I got out and knocked on his window. "Need a jump?" I offered. "That would be great!" he replied. The sky was turning dark as a late summer thunderstorm was on the way, so we hurried and within a few minutes his car was running. He thanked me, but still seemed uncertain that he would make it home. He explained that he didn't live far from here, and asked if I would mind following him home in my own car, just to make sure he got ther