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July 9, 2008

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April 9, 2008

Sexy Hardcore Story

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It started out as a lark. Tim, my boyfriend, was hanging around
in my workroom while I was trying to finish up some sculpture that
had been ordered. Specifically, I was making stoneware copies of
an original that I had made several months ago, so it wasn’t as
if I was doing anything really creative. Tim would tease me a
little just to keep me interested in him then he would go off
around the room looking and asking all sorts of questions. At one
point he came back to me saying that he was surprised that none
of the men I had sculpted were built anything like him and, to
make sure I didn’t misunderstand him, he cupped the bulge in the
front of his pants. Now, mind you, Tim isn’t one to brag but he
certainly would have reason to if he wanted. His cock is a good
9 inches long and 2 inches in diameter most of the way. The
first time we made love I was sore for two days afterward and not
because I had been a virgin. Or maybe I was in the sense that I
had never before been fucked by such a prodigious weapon. I
wouldn’t have even let him near me if I hadn’t been so horny that
time. (more…)

February 24, 2008

I love Eating

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I see the door opening and one of the newer kitchen girls
pushing two large carts in. My mouth beings to water at the thought
of her feeding me this portion of my breakfast. Of course, I will
help but my 73″ upper arms makes it almost too hard to do. A
shudder passes through my 3/4 of a ton body. I wonder what the next
few years will bring.

November 29, 2007

Mountain Of Flesh

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Time passed and I got fatter. Boy, did I get fatter. By our
second anniversary I was over 500 pounds and I was beginning to have
to revise my lifestyle. Stairs were becoming something that I
avoided like the plague. Also, it was becoming harder for me to
spend hours at the stove to continuously feed my gluttonous belly.

It was near our third Christmas that Bob brought home a slightly
chubby redhead. I remember thinking that it was over. I had
finally gotten too fat that that this redhead was his new lover. I
was laying in bed, just after eating three dozen chocolate covered
doughnut and drinking a gallon of chocolate milk. I was so stuffed
that I couldn’t sit up to slap her face. In fact, I was so stuffed
that I could hardly talk. I remember being so hurt and mad that I
almost missed his words.

“Linda, this is my gorgeous wife, Sherri. Sherri, this is
Linda, who is going to help out around here. Her biggest duty is to
keep you full.” The relief flooding over me was almost too much. I
felt like the Queen of the World.

Linda and I soon became very good friends. Every morning she
would wake me up to a mountainous breakfast. After breakfast I
would go for a short swim and then have a snack. By the time Bob
returned from the office I was usually so stuffed that dinner was a
challenge.

But my lifestyle began to rub off on Linda. Soon her clothes
were too tight and then I noticed a second chin forming. By summer
she had become a glutton herself. We would lay around the pool and
gorge ourselves on sweets and other things. By Labor day Bob had to
hire another cook. Linda had reached the 350 pound mark and was
getting to like laying around and gorging herself. In 18 months
Linda gained over 250 pounds and found herself a feeder for her
own. She made a lovely 500 pound bride and the last time I saw her
she was over 700 and becoming too big to move.

About the time that Linda waddled down the aisle I was rapidly
becoming to large to move. or the last few months I was able to get
out of bed only with help. Once on my feet I could walk just about
the length of the house. This exertion would leave me breathless
and exhausted. Unlike, around 550 pounds, when I met the milestone
of having my belly touch the floor while seated, the thought of
immobility scared me. I didn’t like the idea of becoming totally
dependent on others. But on the other hand the thought of being
totally incompasitated by my appetite was a erotic turn on.

I soon found that I had little choice in the matter. Around our
fourth Christmas I slowly became an immobile mountain of flesh. Not
only was I still gaining the fact that my exercise was severely
reduced caused an acceleration in my growth. Soon, Bob had designed
a whole group of special appliances that were designed to help me
get around.

November 23, 2007

I Am Fat

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By Christmas I was over 200 pounds and still climbing. I was
distressed to see my new figure in the mirror and the one one the
scale. I had been brainwashed by 22 years of “thin thinking”. But
I was also deliriously happy. I loved Bob, and he loved me. With
every pound I put on it seemed that he was more in love with me.
Around our first Christmas it began to dawn on me that I liked being
fat. I love to eat and the added fat did not detract from our
lovemaking. On the contrary, it added to it.

I began to fantasize about enormous meals with me being so fat
that I need help eating. And I did my best to make these dreams
come true. By our first anniversary I weighed just under 300 pounds
and was loving it. I would eat just to gain “a few more pounds”.
In doing so I would force myself to devour that last bite of
cheesecake, or that last spoon of custard. Most nights I would lay
in bed stuffed beyond all reason, eyes glazed over and breathing
heavy due to the pressure in my round tummy. It was then that Bob
would make love to me for hours.

October 30, 2007

Waiting for breakfast

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As I lay there waiting for one of the kitchen staff to bring me
my breakfast I think back to how I got here. It was seven years a
go that I met Bob, my husband. I was a senior in college studying
Nursing. I met him at a party and immediately fell hard. It took
three weeks for me to get a date with him. I thought it was because
of my weight. At the time I carried 135 pounds on my 5′1″ frame.
While most people called me chubby, I thought of myself a fat. A
fatso in a thin world. I went on a crash diet while waiting for our
date. Finally, I asked him out. He then told me that he was
waiting for the right time to ask me out, I flipped.

October 23, 2007

Immobile Babe

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I woke up and then looked around the room to get myself
oriented. Sunlight streamed through the curtains and lit a strip of
the bed coverings. I reached over and hit the top button on the
strip that was installed on my bed. This button would tell the
kitchen staff that I was awake. I could smell baking cinnamon rolls
and my mouth had begun to water.

I stretch my arms and wiggle my toes, just about all of my
mobility at once. I punch the button that will bring my schedule and
menu for the day up on the computer screen hung over my bed. My
tummy rumbles at the thought of pigs-in-a-blanket and biscuits with
gravy for breakfast. I notice that today I will be taken from bed
to the spa where I will float in my hot tub for three hours before
my massage. I turn off the screen.

As I brush my blonde hair out of my face I notice (not for the
first time) that my upper arms is as big as the pillow that I lean
against. I smile at the fact that even my lower arms are bigger
than most women’s hips. My tummy rumbles again so I begin to run my
fat hands over the rolls and bulges that rise 4 feet off of the bed.

September 12, 2007

Cunt Fuckers

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“Cocksucker!” John said to me distractedly, his breath ragged, “Fuck-Bitch”.
I could see he was approaching his orgasm, and I needed mine - I pushed
against him with my thighs, now, and his enraged cock thrust in a little
deeper, he slapped against me, and again - my pleasure neared its peak as his
thrusts became deeper, longer, His frantic fingers pinched my nipple hard and
pulled up on it with a sharp pain - I surrendered to the body-filling waves of
ecstacy. “Cunt, Cunt!”, his breath gasped from him now, and finally he
pressed into me with all his body, and even in my daze of sensations I felt
his spunk jet out from his iron cock, into me, filling me, his cock still
filling my channel, so full! I held him to me, savouring the completeness, my
vacant cunt filled.

Finally he shrunk, panting, and his heated body cleaved off from our mingled
sweat and clumped down beside me. Tendrils of pleasure sang me to sleep.

August 7, 2007

Sleeping Sex fetish

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Archive-name: Control/somno-1.txt
Archive-author:
Archive-title: Somno-Aussie Sex (part 1)

“Captain’s Log, stardate 9302.08. After cashing in the winning
Lotto ticket, entitling me to three million dollars a year for the next
thirty years, I am travelling to Australia to fulfill a fantasy of mine.
I gave one million of the first three to FX so he can live in style. My
current plans include finding a wealthy heiress and making her my Sugar
Mama as well as slave.

“My power continues to grow. I can put women to sleep and give them
suggestions which are obeyed without question when they awake. I plan
to…”

“Would you like another drink, sir?” asked Lori, the first class
stewardess. She was a long-haired blonde with huge tits and a pretty
face, very pretty as a matter of fact. Chris stopped the mini-cassette
recorder.

“Uh, no thank you, Miss.”

“Well, just try to get some sleep then. It is four hours before we
land in Sydney.”

“I will, Miss. You try to too.” Lori smiled at Chris’ remark as
she had been taught in Smile School, when all other expressions had been
brainwashed out of her. She walked back to her seat. Her job this
flight was easy. Chris and another women were the only first class
passengers.

The other woman was obviously well off. She wore an expensive
‘power suit’ and her fingers were ringed, heavily. She was in her
mid-30s and was attractive, though not gorgeous like Lori. She had long
brown hair, currently pinned up. Her position was read mode.

Lori sat back in her stewardess seat. Her passengers were happy and
now she could get a little reading of her own done. She buried herself
in Danielle Steel’s latest. She dimmed the first class lights, leaving
only her reading lamp on.

After only a few seconds, Lori yawned. She was incredibly tired for
some odd reason. No, she thought, I really…shouldn’t…fall…

Within moments, Lori and the executive snoozed. Their
expressions were calm, they were at peace. Their minds were in neutral.
Several suggestions flowed into their minds. They nodded in approval.

Lori opened her eyes and looked at herself. She had the wrong
uniform on! And she had no idea how to get it off! It was tight and
confining. Her real uniform was under it. All she had to do was find
someone who could figure out how this wrong uniform came off.

Lori stood up. She could hardly breathe. The wrong uniform was
definitely going to have to go now! She walked up to Chris.

“Excuse me, sir.”

“Yes?”

“Could you help me? I have the wrong uniform on and I was hoping
you could help me get it off.”

“No problem.”

“Thanks.”

The executive, who was named Catherine, walked over to Chris and
Lori.

“Stewardess?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“It says on my ticket I am in that seat there and this is the ‘Loose
Clothing Row’. Could you explain that?”

“Uh, yes, ma’am.” Lori’s sense of duty to her passengers outweighed
her discomfort at the moment. “You can’t have any clothing fastened
except underwear in this row.”

“Thank you.”

Catherine reached down to her jacket. She unbuttoned the single
button and reached up to the top of her blouse.

“Now, could you help me, sir?”
“Sure, your jacket unfastens by these two buttons here.”

“OK.” Lori unbuttoned her uniform jacket and laid it on the seat
behind Chris.

“Next, your skirt had a snap there and a zipper there.”

“I hope you’re right.” Lori did as she was told and was rewarded
by her skirt becoming loose and able to be removed. She wore nude
stockings and a black garter belt with matching panties. She set the
skirt on the jacket.

Catherine had finished with her blouse, revealing her D cups
confined in a red teddy. She moved to her sleeves.

“Now the blouse, Lori. You start at the top and keep unbuttoning
until the two sides are unconnected in the front.”

Without comment, Lori began de-buttoning her blouse, believing her
real work uniform lied beneath. Instead, she showed Chris a lacy black
bra and her lovely body.

Catherine’s skirt was now undone and it fell to the floor. She
left it in the aisle and sat next to Chris.

“Do you think the fasteners on my teddy to my stockings count?
And how about my heels?” she asked him.

“Well, from what I heard, people on the outside can’t even have
underwear fastened.” countered Chris.

“Oh well.” She moved to untie her teddy.

“Well, thank you. I feel much better.” said Lori.

“No problem.”

“You know that woman sitting next to you is gorgeous! Pretty,
great body, big firm tits. Is she with you?”

“Yes, she is my slave.” Chris kept his voice low, as did Lori.

“Really.”

“Yes, the only way anyone gets a crack at her is to also be my
slave.”

“What do I have to do to be your slave also?”

By this time, Catherine had undone her teddy’s top and crotch,
her garters on her stockings and her shoes, which came right off. She
lied back to sleep.

“Well,” Chris took a second to knock Catherine out, “you have to
make your face blank, do the ‘I hear and I obey, Master.’. Stuff like
that.”

“OK, I’m a good actress. I can act like a zombie.” Lori’s face
suddenly went blank. Her arms went limp at her sides. She stood, eyes
rolled up.

“Yes, Master. I await your orders.” Lori said, in a blank tone.

“To have the privilege of my slave Catherine, you must prove
yourself worthy. You must fellate me to the best of your ability.”

“At once, Master.” Her voice still had the slow, flat zombie
tone.

Moving to in front of Chris, who was in the front row, Lori knelt
before him. Without looking, she reached up to his pants. Her undoin
gof his belt was slow and mechanical.

“Do you think she’s buying it?” Lori whispered normally, leaning
forward.

“Shhh. She’ll react when she’s ready and she believes you.”

“OK, no more out of character.”

Lori, who had been a snotty stewardess five minutes before,
finished undoing Chris’ belt and then his pants. She leaned forward
again and imitated the zipper. She restrained her ability to give head
enough to continue to act zombie-like. She did, however, close her
eyes.

Catherine opened her eyes and returned the seat back to the
infamous ’straight’ position. She stood, a true zombie, ready to obey.

“What is your name?”

“Catherine Vizcaino.”

“Catherine, what do you do for a living?”

“I am a financial manager.”

“Do you have any Australian clients?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Of these, are any rich, female, single and beautiful?”

“Only one who fits your criteria, Master.”

“Write down her name, address and phone number on a piece of paper
and give the paper to me.”

Catherine stepped over the fellating Lori to goto her original
seat. She reached upto the overhead compartment for her briefcase.
Pulling it down, she balanced it on her seat back and opened it. She
found the electronic rolodex and began going through it. After a few
moments, she stopped. She then wrote on a piece of paper.

Turning back to Chris, she walked to him with the paper.
Catherine’s briefcase fell off the seat back and stuff scattered
everywhere. She handed the piece of paper to Chris, who filed it in his
top pocket.

Lori had not stopped going down on Chris, in hopes of impressing
the two passengers. She wanted Catherine’s huge tits and her own
sizable chest to collide, to rub together. Her pussy moistened at the
thought of eating Catherine’s pussy. It did not matter that she had had
only a minor lesbian episode in Smile School. She would not be
satisfied without this woman!

“Lori, how often do you have sex?” Lori’s answer took a moment or
two.

“Master, I fuck my boyfriend about once a week, but if I am busy
working, I cannot do it that often.”

“And you, Catherine?” Her answer was instant.

“I’ve been fucking my way to the top, Master. I sleep with my
bosses and file fake sexual harrassment charges on anyone who gets in my
way.”

“Then fuck me, Catherine.”

“My body lives to serve your will, Master.” Without hesitation,
Catherine swung her leg over Chris and reached down to his cock, to put
it in herself. She began to slowly fuck him.

“May I fondle my fellow slave, Master?” Lori’s eyes showed a bit
of excitement.

“Do as you wish, Lori.”

She smiled. Lori reached back and undid her bra. She had believed
her uniform was on but now lust filled her mind. She thought only of
sex. She reached to her shoulder straps and slid her bra off. Her
double D cup breasts were quite firm and would’ve easily landed her a
job in ‘Bazooka County’.

Lori reached over to the zombied Catherine. She slid off her
blouse and slid down her teddy, revealing another pair of great tits.
She slid Catherine’s arms out of the shoulder straps before she began to
kiss the passengerette.

Catherine’s fucking remained slow and steady. Of course, her pussy
was very wet from Chris’ control and her nipples were terribly erect as
they made contact with another pair of boobs. She only could pucker,
she could not actually ‘kiss’ Lori.

Chris, as usual, got off on the control of the two snotty women.
It was justifiable that he did this to these women. After all…

POOF!

“What do you have to say for yourself?” the power-filled female
voice intoned.

“What do you mean?” Chris was nude, so he covered himself as best
he could in the smoke-filled chamber.

“You have been violating women.”

“So?”

“It offends me.”

“Who asked you?”

“I run this MUD. You have been violating women. That is sexual
harrassment.”

“Wrong answer, thank you for playing. This is not a MUD,
knucklehead.”

POOF!

Chris was in a jail cell. It seemed he was in solitary
confinement.

“Until you learn respect for women, I will confine you here.”

“And how am I supposed to show respect confined here?”

“You will mail me a series of letters of apology at my email
address. I will forward them to all the women you have offended. When
this is finished, I will let you out of jail.”

“Listen, this is NOT a MUD. This is a short story on
alt.sex.stories.”

“It’s not a MUD?”

“NO!”

“Sorry.”

POOF!

Lori’s tits pressed against Catherine’s sizable knockers as the two
women shared a kiss. Lori reached up and felt the brunette’s other
breast. She squeezed the big tit and fondled the hard nipple between
her fingers.

Catherine reached over with her left hand and clumsily moved into
Lori’s panties. She pushed against them and rubbed them, as if they
were not there.

Lori reached down with her right hand. She took Catherine’s left
hand, the one trying to access her cunt and moved it under the black
undies. She was immediately probed with three ringed fingers delving
into her. She brought up her right leg and put it on Chris’ thigh, so
Catherine could better…stimulate…her. Oh, this is good, she
thought.

Chris began to move in response to Catherine’s wet pussy on his
cock. He was sooo(!) glad that his powers caused a woman’s pussy to
automatically moisten. He had saved a lot on Vaseline because of this.
He watched Catherine’s tits bounce ever so slightly as she fucked him.

Lori put her right hand on Catherine’s shoulder for balance and
moved her left hand down. She reached the unsnapped crotch of the
teddy. She found her lover’s clit and she stimulated it while the fuck
continued.

This series of events continued for some time.

About five minutes later, Chris felt like cumming. He knew it
would be damn irresponsible to come in Catherine, so he decided Lori was
the answer.

Without a word, Catherine dismounted him and stood next to him.
Her right hand moved to her pussy and she continued to stimulate it.
Her breathing grew in speed and shallowness.

“Lori, eat my cum.”

“At once, Master.” Lori let a smile cross her face. She kept her
eyes on the masturbating Catherine as she knelt next to Chris.

She began to fellate, but this time with all her sizable skill. It
wasn’t long before…

Chris came in Lori’s mouth. She, of course, tried to swallow all
of it, but some of it came out of her mouth. She prepared to wipe it
off with her hand.

“No, Catherine must lick it off.” Lori smiled.

“A great idea, Master.”

Lori approached the financial manager, who had 3 to 4 inches of
height on her. Catherine bent down a tad and licked her face, removing
all traces of cum.

“Now, return to where and how you were when I put you to sleep.
Remember only a sexy dream involving me.”

“Yes, Master.” the girls answered together.

The girls gathered their clothing together. They re-put on and
re-fastened. They re-tied and re-snapped. Soon, they had re-turned to
their seats, and they began to re-ad their books, re-viving as they did
so.

Chris lied back, exhausted. Control still took a lot out of him.
He hoped FX had finished the new rings by the time he got to the Sydney
Marriott. He checked into his pocket and noted the name on the piece of
paper. OK, rich Mary, meet your Master.

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