Aztec Treasure Ch. 11-20

[Previously published in written form under the title "The Flushing."] * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (6 min/mp3) * * * * * I don't have to wait long. I had nearly forgotten all about the audience in the door of the bathroom. But suddenly I am surrounded by the reverberations of footsteps on tile, crowded by warm bodies. Having finished my impromptu performance, it seems that my usefulness as a willing receptacle is more in demand than ever. I hold as still as I can as load after load is blown in my face, in my mouth, in my nose, on my breasts and in my hair. Sometimes one at a time, sometimes from multiple angles simultaneously. Some shoot from a distance. Others grab my loosening crooked pigtails and cum directly down my throat. I swallow as much as I can, trying not to cough at the thick goop clogging my nostrils or gag at the cocks forcing their way down my exhausted throat. I have no idea how many loads I've swallowed or been coated

EXTENDING THE MILF LIST: CHAPTER 23 Finding the Path Beyond the MILF List "You can't fuck for a living if you are a man." I spoke the words with the eager conviction of the newly converted, the acolyte newly minted, brim full of the certainty that insufficient information tends to create. My excuse is that I was a youth, pure and simple and I had just had the most incredible days of delight, fucking a host...or would it be a hostess...the Holy Host? The Holly Host? The Holly Hostess? Whatever, I fucked the semantics out of a lot of females. I fucked them all, a coterie of females so that my perspective on life was canted in favor of pussy and then de-canted to fill me with doubt about the wisdom of allowing pussy to so thoroughly dominate my life. Now, in this surrealistic moment, I was being confronted with a contrary view from the sixth degree of separation. But it was far from that simple because it was the sixth degree of separation from three or four points in my

Rachel nervously entered the doctor's office and proceeded to strip down to her underwear and put on the gown that had been left for her. Rachel waited around nervously looking at the dull wallpaper in the office. She was nervous about seeing a new doctor but was pleasantly surprised when her new doctor walked into the office. He was very handsome and looked quite muscular underneath his green scrubs. The doctor looked over at his very attractive young patient staring up at him with her big blue eyes. "Hello my name is Dr. Stephens," he introduced himself to his beautiful young patient. Rachel still finding herself very attracted to the doctor and his deep blue eyes and wavy dark hair almost forgot to respond, but she broke her stunned silence and responded, "I'm Rachel." Dr. Stephens then opened a folder which Rachel was sure held her previous medical history. "Well seems that you are a new patient here today, so why don't we go through the pr

Welcome back, my lovely reader~ If this is your first visit to Silverpaw, I strongly recommend starting from episode one to get the best experience. If you are new to Blood & Carrots as a series, you need to start with the first serial if you want to fully enjoy it, no 'silverpaw' in the title. Take your time, I'll wait for you to catch up. :3 ♥ And with that out of the way... I apologize for that cliffhanger, my lovely reader. I know you're probably chomping at the bit to get back to it, but let's take a step back to see how we got to that point shall we? Suffice to say there's some major conflict on the horizon in this episode. We'll have to see how our vixen handles things. Also, there's a bit more to say about Katrina in this episode and it's not all combat-related if you know what I mean. Alright, let's jump right back into it then! —♥— Episode: 20 Foxes in the Faemarch I thrust my hand out as I landed on the deck of my ship after lea

Chapter 10 The rest of the night was about as normal as could be, as far as a family of nudists was normal. Rita and Sasha traipsed around the house in nothing but panties, letting their racks hang free and bounce around, their asses jiggling with each step. When Carl came home from work, he even stripped down to his boxers and lounged around on the patio after dinner, smoking a cigar. As much as it was still unusual for me, nobody seemed to care about the tent I was pitching in my boxers, and I was really starting to love watching my Aunt and cousin strut around the house in nothing but panties. It was erotic beyond belief, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't normalize it in my head. That night, as I was going to sleep, I could hear Rita and Carl fucking in their room down the hall. It was loud, animalistic, and Rita was going crazy, begging for Carl's cock, demanding that he fill her with his seed. I couldn't help myself and stroked my thick rod to the sounds of

Jessica laid on her bed trying to finish the paperwork that would complete the sale of the house next week and free her forever from the man she had grown to hate over the last four months. They had been married for three years and when they started to fight last year the only thing that had kept them together was sex. Paul had always known exactly how to turn her on, from that first kiss five years ago that set her panties on fire and ending with her naked in his bed only hours after they met. She had been keeping her bedroom door locked at night but tonight it was unlocked and open because she thought he was at work. He owned a bar and often stayed there until 2 or 3am. "You do know how sexy you look like that, don't you?" he asked, standing in the doorway of her bedroom. He had been trying not to look at her, especially when she would come home from work. He loved her in the short suit skirts she wore, garters barely peeking out when she crossed her legs. Between her