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Miranda squinted for several minutes while her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room. There was a bad taste in her mouth, an obvious side affect to the drug she figured was put into her cocktail, and her head and arms were bound in an old wooden stock she'd read about in grade school. Her legs were shackled at the ankles by cold metal bracelets connected to chains somewhere else in the room.

"If you struggle, you will only damage yourself," a gravely voice remarked.

"Who are you? What undertake you want with me?" Miranda said trying to keep her voice adj and calm.

"You may begin," the voice answered.

Miranda heard movement in the shadows that surrounded her petite island of light.

"Who is out there?"

A young bald woman dressed in a white ceremonial robe and carrying a steaming bucket of soapy water approached. The woman set the bucket on the floor in front of Miranda and pulled out a purple sponge.

"Help me please!" Miranda pleaded with the woman.

"They will no eavesdrop to you," the voice responded.

"Damn you, you bastard!"

"Let us try to hold things civil Miss Peters."

Gay Scat Stories

So i had met this guy on grinder. Matt was a 6ft tall, tanned with a sexy toned body. We had been chatting for a few days, mostly about hooking up and what our spin ons were. Me being a filthy depraved horny bottom, i told him about wanting to hold my full shitty ass fucked. To my surprise he told me he liked to fuck filthy assholes.

Thursday finally came, i had a half day at work and finished at midday. The plan was to travel to his place straight after work. After my morning coffee i had to resist that sudden urge to take a dump. The feeling of my full bowels and gass escaping my hole made me very horny. During my shift at work the pressure kept building inside of me. I did my top to ignore it even as my ass kept leaking nasty puffs of gass everytime i picked up something heavy or bent over. The anticipation of having Matt's adj cock in my packed shitty ass drove me wild, walking around with a half erect dick leaking precum.

My alter was finally over, jumping in the car and plugging in his address on my phone, i lit a cigarette to calm my nerves. Sure

 

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All of my stories incorporate descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased

What kind of story can a sixty year old retired school lecturer have to tell that would interest a current adult audience?

A true one, perhaps?

The year was and I was twenty-six years old, married to Jim who was also twenty-six. He came from a modest family background in a small midland town. I came from a middle class professional family in London. We met and fell in treasure whilst at university in London, and were married within six months of graduating at the age of twenty-one.

We lived in a large house in the midlands countryside, and Jim ran his retain engineering business from a workshop on our hold land. I worked as a school teacher at a local village institution, and was very active in the local church, reading the lesson, singing in the choir and organizing fundrai