Treason and Plot's Stories

  Anya feels reborn as she steps into the bath, her teeth clean, her reflection in the mirror supple and golden, and Tobi waiting for her with wide, greedy eyes and sleek soapy skin. Roy who? thinks Anya as she lowers herself into the water. The bath is too narrow for any coyness or attempts at subtlety; her knees are pressing against Tobi’s and her foot is practically between her butt cheeks. Tobi nudges Anya’s knees apart and lightly runs her fingernails down her inner thighs. “Do you like that?” she murmurs. “Yeah,” says Anya. “Can I kiss you again? Your lips are so soft.”     They kiss while Tobi continues to graze her thighs with her fingernails. Anya squirms, pressing her breasts against Tobi’s while their tongues fill each other’s mouths, her pussy aching to be touched. From the lounge room they hear a series of guttural moans. Anya’s need grows even more urgent. “Put your fingers inside me,” she says, her voice raspy. Tobi obeys, and they kiss with rene...

  “Jesus,” says Roy. His voice is hushed in wonderment, his hands lightly cradling her breasts. “I forgot how soft they were.“ Saoirse stares too, hypnotised by his thumb circling her areola. “I want to spend the next half hour licking and kissing them,” he whispers. “And when I’ve finished I want to suck your nipples, as hard as you’ll let me, for as long as you’ll let me. Then I want to slide my hand between your thighs, and nudge your pussy with my cock, just a little bit, just teasing, and I want to hear you moaning and see your legs spread wide, wide open, and then I want to slowly run my tongue around the inside of your knees, and kiss every single freckle on your inner thighs.”

  Pablo’s tongue is between Mia’s legs, each movement calculated and almost cruelly slow. He quickens the tempo slightly in response to her moans of pleasure and frustration but just when she is on the brink of orgasm it becomes maddeningly slow again. Mia begs him to increase the speed and pressure: “Oh my God, you fucking arsehole, FASTER, HARDER!” but his response now is to go even slower, letting her know who’s boss. “I fucking hate you,” she hisses, pulling at his hair. “I HATE YOU.” He reacts by standing up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and slitting his eyes at her. “I will lie on the bed and you will sit on top of me. In reverse,” he says, tearing open a condom packet.   “Fuck you, you bastard,” says Mia, but within a couple of seconds she has complied. She likes the way he grabs her arms and forces them behind her back so she can’t use her hands. She grinds herself on top of him and when he thrusts his pelvis so his thick cock is knocking against he...

  Alerted by piercing screams, the fearless hunter Rorg charges through the forest, his long and girthy manhood slapping rhythmically against his muscled inner thighs as he gracefully leaps across rocks and gullies towards the source of the commotion. He is soon confronted by a harrowing sight! A beautiful young woman cowers next to a giant boulder, her perfectly formed breasts heaving with terror, erect nipples straining against the flimsy fabric of her tunic. Rorg follows her gaze, his taut torso surging with adrenaline; towering above them is the monstrous, drooling head of a ravenous T-Rex, its razor-sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight, drool dripping from its fearsome jaws. In a death-defying display of bravery and athleticism Rorg scales the boulder closest to the terrifying beast and without a second thought for his own safety heroically launches himself at its head, his granite-like fist connecting squarely with its snout. The T- Rex shrieks with pain and immediately turns...

Raj tears off his clothes and lifts Cookie onto the counter. She isn’t wearing any underwear, just as he likes. The way he plunges inside her is heated and savage. She wonders dazedly what changed his mind about slow fucking on the couch. Her nails with their demure French manicure claw at the marble countertop as he thrusts deep between her glistening golden thighs. After a few moments she asks him weakly if she can take her clothes off, she’s getting too hot and sweaty and her beautiful designer silk dress will soon be creased beyond all salvation! “No,” says Raj, and forces her leg higher, his fingers burning her flesh, “I don’t want to stop,” and she makes no further protest, her eyes closed and little whimpers falling from her lips as he continues his pounding, until he makes one final shuddering gasp and then becomes still, his cheek resting against her shoulder, his breath ragged in her ear.  "I love you," she mouths silently, stroking the nape of his neck wit...

 Mia spreads her legs and jams two- then three- impatient fingers inside. Her right forefinger circles her clitoris, pretending to be Raj's tongue. " Cocksucker ," she whispers. Her fingers push deeper, slick with juice and urgency, no longer her fingers but Raj's fingers. No longer Raj's fingers, but Raj's cock. Her right forefinger slows and falters. How can his cock be inside her if his tongue is on her clit? That would be physically impossible. She grunts with frustration and starts again. His cock is thrusting deep inside her while his thumb massages her clit. Oh, yeah. You fucking dirty cocksucker. She tightens her muscles around her fingers and licks her right forefinger before touching herself again, her clit swollen and shiveringly sensitive, almost too painful to bear. Oh Raj, Oh my God- his imaginary thumb continues to rub, in perfect, agonizing rhythm with her fingers. A few more thrusts and -  Her phone rings. Her fucking phone rings. Mia wipes ...

The carpet is synthetic and scratchy under her back. He yanks the straps of her Simone Pérèle bodysuit down over her shoulders, peeling it away from her flesh like the skin from an overripe fruit. His face is dark with concentration, his breathing for several moments the only sound in the room as he lets his eyes have their fill. He grips her hips and drives himself into her, harder and harder until he is almost there, and then he slows, and she whimpers with frustration. "Don't stop-," she says. He stops. He smiles at her tightly clenched jaw and bared teeth. "Why did you  stop ," she whines. "I want to watch you finger yourself," he says. She screws her eyes up tight and for a lazy moment he wonders if he is going to see tears leaking from beneath those luxuriant lashes. “No," she says. He grabs her hand and places it between her legs. She makes a pretense of pouting and sniffing, but before too long the manicured tips of her slender cellist...