Spit roasted Stories

My oldest friend in the scene, Maîtresse Zoe, arrives precisely at dusk: violet suede coat, boots buffed to piano-black. She carries her own harness rolled like a banner of intent and a sealed tube of medical-grade silicone lube. We exchange a cheek-kiss that crackles with static—two storms about to converge over one trembling shore. Eva kneels between us, leather collar already fastened; hook-kissed muscles still tender,...

Cammi had been a closet crossdresser, but was quickly becoming a sissy slut. She had met a friend on LushStories, and they had exchanged many sexy messages. Her new friend, Mesaman, had convinced her to meet up with him for some fun, and she learned what it was like to suck and get fucked by a real cock. Cammi was now hooked on Mesaman’s giant cock. When he sent the following message, Cammi couldn’t say no. “Hello, Sissy....

Laura was out on the road in nothing but stockings and heels, waiting to hitch a ride from a trucker to the motel where her master waited. She walked along, but only a few cars drove by, and they had couples or families who did not stop. When a van slowed down and stopped a car length ahead of her, she walked casually and sexily up to the driver's window. "Can I help you?" the driver asked. "Maybe. You see, I need to get...

Jay huddled his coat closer to his body, shivering in the sharp chill of the night air. The darkening sky hung heavy above him as he made his way towards the grand hotel, its lights casting a warm glow onto the bustling street below. In the warm and inviting hotel bar, he was about to reunite with his friend Eliza, who had journeyed from Australia to be with him on New Year’s Eve. He breezed past the doorman and entered t...