Reasonable Bounds
Chapter 17

Copyright© 2013 by Spacer X

Humor Sex Story: Chapter 17 - This story is similar to my other epic-length story Six Times a Day in that there is one main male character who gets involved with a number of women. It also has a similar over the top style. The main difference is that the primary character is happily married, and a father instead of a son.

Caution: This Humor Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Slavery   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Humor   Incest   Father   Daughter   DomSub   MaleDom   Spanking   Humiliation   Harem   Polygamy/Polyamory   White Couple   White Male   White Female   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Exhibitionism   Big Breasts  

As soon as I got to Cindy’s house I went straight to bed and slept the sleep of the dead. Normally, I never went to sleep at this time. It was too late for a nap and too early to turn in for the night. But after that epic fuck-fest in Mindy’s office, of all places, I had to make a special exception.

I woke up about an hour later feeling much better, but also very hungry. However, I took a shower next, because that was an urgent need too.

I went downstairs ready to eat a horse. I knew it was slim pickings since most everything had been moved to the other house, including most of the food, but I figured I could scare up something.

I was surprised to find Cindy there, and fully dressed just like I was. But any illusion of normality was shattered when she bowed her head slightly and said, “Welcome back to the living, Master. So ... how are you feeling?” She proceeded to ask in a matter-of-fact manner, “Are you in the mood to fuck my ass?”

I stared at her as if her head had swollen up like a balloon and then popped. “Excuse me?! You’re kidding, right?!” Seeing her smile and the twinkle in her eye, I breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, you ARE kidding. Thank God. Don’t even joke about that. First, Sonia laid me to waste. Then, you two came along and buried me six feet deep in the ground.”

She wagged a finger at me. “Please don’t mention her name again tonight, or I’ll get all kinds of wild and excitable ideas. And I am kidding ... for now. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the total sex boycott though, because my ass is going to have an insistent craving to get fucked deep pretty regularly from now on! So please don’t forget about that. I sure as heck won’t!”

Then switching gears, she said, “Here, I’ll bet you’re hungry.” She walked around the counter to where she’d left a bag.

As she opened the bag, she said, “I just got back from the other house a little while ago. The girls cooked a fine dinner for you, but I didn’t want to bring over a doggy bag for you on the very slight chance that might start them wondering why you didn’t eat yet. So instead I snuck off and made a phone call to have some Chinese food delivered instead. It just got here a few minutes ago, so your timing is excellent.”

I sat down on a stool at the counter, since that’s where the food was, while she got the cartons of Chinese food ready for me. As I saw which items she’d selected, I marveled, “Wow. Sweet and sour ... mu shu ... my two favorites. How did you know?”

She was pleased as punch. “A good slave knows what pleases her master. And one advantage of a harem is that I can just ask someone else.”

I had to take a moment and just admire her. Cindy is so underestimated and underappreciated, by us all. She’s not in your face like Mindy is with her humor and bold personality. She’s not adorable and fiercely devoted to the cock slave lifestyle like Cupcake is. She’s not over the top emotional and passionate, like the Gruesome Twosome, not to mention having their “stop the traffic” looks and especially big breasts.

Her attributes are more subtle, since she doesn’t want to hog the limelight. But they’re many, including her drop dead gorgeous body! Especially for her age! Yeow! And she’s really getting into being a cock slave. She showed such passion, devotion, and endless energy tonight. I could tell Min was quietly impressed. With her greater experience and maturity, I think she could be the key glue that holds the harem together.

Man! I know I keep thinking this, but I’m one seriously lucky son of a bitch!

I licked my lips as she finished getting the silverware and such, because I was that hungry. (No, I don’t use chopsticks.) “You spoil me, you know that? I’m so fortunate to have you in my life. I was about to guzzle down a bottle of mustard, if that’s all that was left in the fridge.”

Her smile grew. “There’s more than that here, don’t worry. But hush about spoiling. That’s what slaves do to their masters when they love them. I’m not your normal wife and I never will be, thank God. I don’t want a so-called equal relationship. I live to serve you and make you happy, and that’s what makes me happy. And you do all kinds of things big and small to show that you love me, including giving me orgasms beyond imagination. So I’m afraid that means you’re stuck with me.”

“Woe is me,” I joked. “You’re sounding a lot like Cupcake today, with all this devoted slave talk.”

“Maybe I am. That girl knows the deal. She’s free of baggage, so it’s all very simple and straightforward for her. I still have a lot of baggage to deal with. But all that old bullshit is falling away, washing away, leaving me somehow clean and even ... reborn. I know that sounds corny, but that’s how I feel.”

I just nodded. I would have liked to talk more, but I was stuffing food into my mouth like a pig. Energetic sex is great, but it means you have to refuel.

Luckily, Cindy didn’t seem to mind. And after a couple of minutes of putting the trash from the take-out away and cleaning up, she stood across the counter from me again, and said, “Here’s an important update for you. The food at dinner was good, but the discussion ... not so much. Maybe we were acting rashly, but Min and I decided to make life a little easier for you by breaking the bad news about the total sex boycott to the girls. I hope you’re not upset? I figure serving you takes many forms, including lessening your troubles. Mindy said she’d take full responsibility if we screwed up.”

I slowed my eating enough to say, “Depends. What did you say exactly?”

“Oh, basically the exact same argument you made to us earlier. How the partial sex ban wasn’t working because of the way we talk to each other and live vicariously through what the others do to you. Oh, and also how we all get a lift whenever we hear your big and needy cock has been properly tended to by someone else. That was about it. It was very bare bones, since I didn’t know what else you wanted them to hear. The main thing was just getting the basic idea across.”

I nodded. When my mouth was free again, I said, “Good. Very good. I wish you would have asked me first, but that was the time to talk to them with the total boycott starting tomorrow morning, and I was asleep. And to be honest, I’m still wiped out from before, more mentally than physically, so I don’t mind missing all the melodrama. I take it there was lots of crying and screaming and all the rest from our young drama queens?”

She replied, “Yes, but a lot less than I figured. Sure, all three girls cried and soon ran up to their rooms, which kept the discussion short in any case. But the expected Michelle-led anger and indignation wasn’t there. It was more of a weary resignation, as if they knew that was coming and they were helpless to stop it. And they probably did anticipate it, since they think about these sorts of matters so much. But mainly I think they were just tired.”

“Tired?”

“Bone dead tired. Remember Mindy mentioning how they didn’t get much sleep last night? They didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before either. They were sort of shuffling around with their heads down even before we brought up the bad news. I think they simply didn’t have the energy to put up a big fuss.”

“Huh. Interesting. I didn’t expect that.”

“Neither did Mindy or I. Min has had trouble sleeping too, but not like the girls. You know how it is at that age, everything seems ten times as emotionally intense. Plus, they can stay up all night with ease, but it still catches up with them later.”

I didn’t want to be too encouraging, lest Mindy and/or Cindy do more without asking my permission first, but the more I thought about it, the more relieved I was that I didn’t have to break the bad news to the girls. I know I must sound spoiled rotten, but after that intense sex session, all I wanted to do was vege out and relax for the rest of the evening.

I asked, “So, do you think I should go over there and talk to them some more about it, after they’ve calmed down some?”

“You could. But I think it’s a moot point, because I’ll bet dollars to donuts that the three of them will be zonked out by the time you get there. Like I said, they’re dog tired.”

“What time is it?”

“Seven thirty.”

“Really?! That’s another surprise. What with my napping and showering and whatnot, I figured it would be eight at the earliest. And what about Sue Ellen? Doesn’t she want to sleep here with us one last night?”

Cindy furrowed her brow. “Hmmm. She might manage to drag herself here for that. I didn’t ask. But what you just said distresses me greatly. ‘One last night?’ Really? We can’t even sleep together anymore?! I hadn’t thought about that!”

Again, once my mouth was free, I spoke, “Believe me, I’m not happy about it either. Remember, you and Mindy will be the ones sleeping with me the most in the years to come.”

She looked down and spoke glumly. “I know, and that is a wonderful thing, but it almost makes it worse.” She looked up to me in anguish. “TEN days! That’s so long! Even if they break before then, it’s still going to be days and days! I won’t be able to sleep well until I know you’re lying by my side.”

“I know. But let’s be realistic. I sleep naked, and so does everyone else. Even if we all wore pajamas or something, that’s just asking for trouble. You can still sleep here if you want, but in a different room. It is your house, after all. But that also might just be trouble. I think it’s better if you and Sue Ellen sleep here one last night and then over at the other house.”

I was about to take one last bite, but then another thought came to me. “Oh, and remember I mentioned that the total sex boycott doesn’t begin until tomorrow morning. I figured that since you and Cupcake didn’t do anything wrong, I could ease you two into it.”

“OH!”

Seeing the suddenly lusty look on her face, I was forced to add, “Mind you, you two basically used me all up earlier, so don’t expect big fireworks, ‘cos that won’t be happening.” I could guess what was on her mind, so I had to dampen down expectations. “So, for instance, anal sex is definitely not on the menu.”

She was crestfallen. “Damn!”

I chuckled at her predicability. “It looks like I reawoke a monster there. Unfortunately, you know how mentally and physically taxing that is, so there’s just no way. But maybe the three of us could just cuddle and kiss and kind of end the night on a lazy but loving note. How does that sound?”

“Excellent!” Cindy went from smiling to alarmed as a thought occurred to her. She quickly moved towards the phone on the wall. “Shit! I’d better give Sue Ellen a call, and right away! If she falls asleep and misses out on all that, she’ll never forgive me!”

But before she picked up the phone, another thought occurred to her. “But I’ll tell her not to come over for a while, because I forgot to mention that there’s an e-mail from Nicky. She wants to talk to you after coming back from her all day trip. She’s figuring that’ll be about six o’clock her time, which means nine o’clock our time. But she warned us that she might be late, since she’s traveling in a group.”

I pointed at my chest. “Me? She wants to talk to just me?”

“Just you.”

“Why? I spoke to her yesterday.”

“Yes, but you’ve been all over Kauai, and the rest of us have not. She’s going to want share the story of her big adventure, and who better to do that than to you, since you’ll know the places she’s talking about?”

“I was with Mindy during that trip, you know.”

“Yes, but she’s a ‘daddy’s girl, ‘ so of course your opinion is extra important to her. Plus, I think she kind of likes you.” Cindy winked playfully.

I smiled, fondly thinking about my wonderful older daughter. Thankfully, the vision of her naked and on all fours with her face dripping with my cum didn’t immediately come to my mind when her name got mentioned. Although, I then thought of it to see if I’d remember, which was effectively the same thing.

I mentally shook that off and said, “Okay. I can do that. In fact, that sounds nice. Very normal and non-sexual. I could use more of that in my crazy life. But...” I paused, while thinking things over.

“What?” Cindy asked.

“I don’t mean to seem rude, but until then, I’d like some time alone. Look at me.” I raised my hands. “I feel okay again. But mentally, I’m still wiped out, like I said. I worry that Sue Ellen will come over and then the two of you will start in on the cuddling and kissing, and one thing will lead to another. I’m just as bad as you are, to be honest. I can’t resist you, or her. I think it’s better if we just have a little of that after I came back from the Nicky chat. By then we’ll all be fairly beat so things will have to be mellow.”

She nodded. “That’s okay by me. You’re not the only one who’s sort of fucked out from earlier. I think I’ll just curl up with a good book until you’re back. And it’s a good thing you told me all that before I called Sue Ellen, so she’ll know what to expect.”

I soon finished my dinner, and Cindy talked to Sue Ellen and sorted things out with her. I checked the kitchen clock and saw it was only eight. I had an hour to kill before the video chat time with Nicky. That wasn’t enough time to really get into something, like a book or a movie. Plus, I wanted to get away from temptation in the form of Cindy’s luscious body, not to mention possibly Sue Ellen’s too.

So I decided to do something I very rarely do after dark, and that was take a long walk through the neighborhood. That would give me some precious alone time. I hadn’t really mentally processed what had happened with Sonia today, much less the events that came later. Fucking her was so arousing that I’d deliberately avoided thinking about it because I didn’t want to get all worked up again. But after reenacting everything with my “two Sonias,” Min and Cin, I felt I’d gotten most of the lusty part out of my system, at least enough for me to think through the implications.

The one thing that I kept coming back to in my recollections was just how well the two of us “fit” together while we were pounding away in her office, both in terms of the snugness of her vagina and in a larger sense. Plus, her hip moves! Once she got going, Sonia was simply an unstoppable sex machine! Yeah, I had to admit that Mindy had been right that Sonia needed to get fucked, and she needed it bad.

It was the unexpectedly enthusiastic cucquean reaction from Min and Cin that left me scratching my head. I realized I had to do a much better job of understanding Mindy’s mindset so I could anticipate her future reactions. I had to at least try to think like a cucquean sometimes, and also think like a cock slave at other times. Yes, both those ways of thinking were alien to me, but if I could get into a very different mindset for a character in one of my books, I ought to be able to do better with that in real life too.

I changed into sweat pants and a different shirt just in case I felt the urge to go jogging. I doubted that would happen since two intense fuck sessions was enough vigorous exercise for one day, but it was good to be prepared for any occasion. Then I found Cindy reading her book already and told her of my walking plans, gave her a good-bye kiss, and went out the door.

Back in my pre-harem days, not that long ago, I used to have a fair amount of “me time.” Not anymore. Some people might find this hard to believe, but I’m basically an introvert, and I treasure my “me time.” I was also looking forward to having a respite from my non-stop sexual roller coaster ride. Foolish me!

I still had a lot to process and think regarding today’s events. Mostly, I was thinking about how both Mindy and Cindy seemed to think that my fucking Sonia was some kind of pivotal and even life-changing event for all of us. Not because of Sonia per se, but for the precedent it set. As Mindy said, it meant the sky was the limit.

A part of me accepted that they had a point, but a part of me fought it. I guess I really am slow to accept change. They say I have some kind of special “gift” and that it’s practically my duty to share it with other women, which also means sharing my cum. But I don’t feel that special in my heart. I wonder how much of that is their cucquean tendencies talking. I consider myself basically an average Joe, though a very well loved, happy, and sexually satisfied one. Yet how many average Joes have their own harem of cock slaves? None!

Alright, to be fair, if you do have your own harem of cock slaves, you CAN’T be an average Joe anymore, since there’s absolutely nothing “average” about a situation like that, but still. I don’t feel that different.

So I kept going back and forth, basically trying to psych myself into having the sexual confidence they already seemed to believe I had (or at least ought to have). I was deep in my thoughts, but even though it was a little after eight, the sun had just set, so there was still enough residual light that I didn’t have to pay close attention to where I was going. It was getting darker fast, though.

I had only been walking for about ten minutes when I saw someone walking in my direction, though on the other side of the street. And it wasn’t just anyone. Even in the darkness and from a distance, I saw the person had to be a woman, and a shapely one at that. No, that was an understatement: just from her hourglass-shaped outline, the woman had to be drop dead gorgeous! Uh-oh! I only know of one woman living in the neighborhood with a voluptuous figure like that: Jane Corlin!

I was dumbstruck. I froze in my tracks, seriously thinking of trying to escape. I wasn’t mentally ready to deal with her at all, but especially not tonight of all nights. I had too many wild and crazy things going on in my life already!

However, she’d seen me too, and apparently there was something in my outline that said “Dan Cooper,” because she called out my name.

That closed off my options; I couldn’t be rude and ignore her. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see her. In fact, she was a really nice person and it had been a long time since we’d even talked. But there was just no getting around the startling beauty of her body or her face, which meant this couldn’t be anything but a highly charged erotic situation. And to make matters worse, I’d put on sweatpants with no underwear! It was like God was playing some kind of cosmic joke on me.

I crossed over to her side of the street while she kept on briskly walking closer. I called her name out in return and then said the usual “Hey! Good to see you!” pleasantries.

As she got closer, I was in for another shock, because the only clothes I could see her wearing were sneakers, socks, short shorts, and a T-shirt. Normally, there’s be nothing notable about that, particularly here in southern California, but this was THE Jane fucking Corlin we’re talking about! Her body was a work of art! Her curves had curves. If she wore a bikini at the beach, she’d be arrested for public indecency!

Of course, she had two notable and even locally famous features. The first to catch one’s eye were her breasts, since they reached you a good minute or two before the rest of her did! Okay, sure, that’s an exaggeration, but by less than one would think. I didn’t know her breast size, but I would be willing to bet they were even LARGER than Michelle’s twin torpedoes! Now, admittedly, proportionally they were probably the same, because Jane was just bigger and taller in general. She’s the kind of woman the words “statuesque” or “Amazon” are meant for. “Statuesque” was a better fit, actually, because she was firm and fit yet also somehow still soft and feminine, and not a warrior-type at all.

It’s so easy to get distracted by Jane’s incredible breasts that I almost forgot to mention her other well-known feature, and that’s her face. I’d been fortunate enough to have some true beauties in my harem, but Jane had the kind of face that even the others would jealously grumble about. It’s hard to put a finger on what makes it so special, but words like “regal,” “classy,” and “glamorous” come to mind. But also “sultry.” Definitely sultry! She looks like a high-class princess who wants to fuck your brains out. It was an irresistible combination.

Unfortunately for me at that moment, I knew Jane’s body and face so well from our years of friendship that I got a physical reaction from knowing what a stunner she was from head to toe, even before she could come out of the darkness enough for me to get a good look at her. And that meant an erection! And given my sweatpants and no underwear, that meant I was fucked! Because how could I avoid the usual welcome hug and kiss without being rude?

My brain must have froze, because I just stood there on the sidewalk grinning like an idiot until she walked right up to me. “Dan, Dan, Dan. You’re a sight for sore eyes. Hug!”

The sun had set, but there was still enough light to see her well up close.

I got another shock, because virtually every time I’d seen Jane had been at parties. Our neighborhood was a wealthy one and she wasn’t hurting for money. Maybe it was because she looked so naturally classy to begin with, but she always loved to dress to the nines. For instance, she had long, straight dark brown hair, and she liked to pile it up high on her head in ways that are mysterious to men but sexy as all get out, leaving her neck totally bare.

So that was my mental image of her, always done up like a Bond girl that James Bond meets at a Monte Carlo casino. Naturally, she wore lots of jewelry and make-up (though she didn’t need it). Thus I was shocked, because the woman before me was a “plain Jane.” Not only was she wearing an ordinary T-shirt and short shorts, as I’d mentioned, but her hair was in a ponytail and there was no jewelry or make-up to be seen. But here’s the kicker: she looked just as gorgeous as when she was decked out like a fashion model heading to a fancy ballroom dance! Maybe more so, even!

Maybe it was just that she showed such healthy vitality, like a very fit cheerleader coach. Or more like a Hollywood starlet playing the role of a cheerleader coach, because I’ve never seen a coach in real life look this good! Or maybe it was simply the fact that she showed so much skin, such flawless and nicely tanned skin. She looked great in evening gowns, but they usually covered her up except for bare arms and a respectable amount of inviting cleavage, so I’d never seen this much of her without at least a skin-tight dress in the way.

Anyway, I was taking all that in in a matter of seconds, which left me no time to plan how to deal with her hug request.

Like a lamb to the slaughter, I just stood there. I didn’t even try to tuck away my rapidly engorging erection, because there was nowhere to tuck it to. The sweatpants were utterly useless! I could only hope and pray that it had gotten just dark enough for her not to notice that my eight-inch long penis was creating a bulge in those sweatpants that was jutting out in front of me by very nearly eight inches exactly! Like I said, useless!

I couldn’t poke her with that during the hug, or she’d freak out. So at the last second, I used my hand to make an all too obvious bulge adjustment. The only problem was, there was nothing I could do with it! Pointing it up could spell disaster, since my cockhead could easily end up poking out the top. I didn’t have time to analyze every option with only a second or two to think, but I instinctively figured that if up was bad maybe down was good, and I aimed it down the side of one of my legs.

Phew! With that problem taken care of just in the nick of time I could hug Jane without incident. Right? Wrong! I didn’t have enough time to carefully tuck my boner away when Jane gave me a tight hug. So even though it was pointing down, it got trapped between one of her thighs and my thighs.

I didn’t see how she could possibly fail to notice that! Hell, it was practically all I could think about, the feel of my suddenly raging boner getting squeezed against her body. But that’s not entirely true, because I was simultaneously freaking out about the fact that her famous breasts were suddenly pressed against my chest! (Okay, they weren’t famous to the wider world, but they were famous in MY world, and that’s what counted to me.)

Jane was something of a flirt at parties, but only a verbal flirt. Touching was out of bounds. Even when it came to kissing hello and good-bye she had a way of leaning in to kiss each cheek with meant minimum or no boob contact. And she had to lean way forward for that to happen, believe me! Probably she’d learned to do that out of necessity, to prevent public scenes and men unexpectedly ejaculating in their pants in her presence.

So this hug was unprecedented for me in all my Jane Corlin experiences. And it was entirely her doing, since I was standing there like my brain had been wiped clean of any intelligence (which was far too accurate). I wondered if she’d noticed my lewd bulge and given me a tight hug just to check it out?! I couldn’t let myself ponder that or I’d get too excited. I’d been in a wild threesome an hour ago, and I was a master with my own harem, yet when it came to the mighty Jane, I tended to get shy.

To be honest, I considered her out of my league. If anyone shouldn’t have felt that way about her it ought to have been me, since I now had my very own “league” of drop dead gorgeous women at my beck and call. But most of that success had come very recently, and I’m notoriously slow to change. Besides, Jane was particularly intimidating, even by the standards of extraordinarily beautiful women. She was nice and kind, yet somehow also remained aloof and hard to please. She was smart too, and often had a knowing smirky smile, quite like Mindy’s in fact, as if she knew something amusing that you didn’t.

My heart was racing wildly and my breath was suddenly very labored, which was how I always reacted whenever I got close to this goddess. Yet I was actually fortunate that I wasn’t more affected. I’d been so sexually satiated from my time in Mindy’s office that although I was erect and horny as hell, I was able to maintain some control. I was proud that I could simply keep my hands wrapped around the middle of Jane’s back without saying or doing anything foolish, such as unthinkingly play “grab ass,” which I always did whenever making out with my wife, and now my other lovers.

My task got harder though because Jane maintained the hug. After kissing each of my cheeks, and then having me kiss hers, we simply stayed like that. She kept her hands around the middle of my back too, so it seemed innocent enough. But nothing was innocent when her incredible tits were involved! God help me, but there was nothing else in this world that felt like the soft smoosh of those breasts being pressed into my chest! And furthermore, my boner continued to be trapped between my leg and hers. It may not have sounded that arousing, especially compared to my adventures earlier in the day, but Jane was ALL woman! Her smell, her touch, the naturally sultry sound of her voice - it was as if God spent some extra time making her just to drive men wild!

She pulled back slightly after the kisses and gave me a smile. “So ... Dan! Good to see you again. How long has it been? A month? More?”

I nodded. “Um ... yeah ... More than a month, for sure.” Luckily, that was an easy question, since I was having a brain freeze. I was swooning and giddy. Her mouth was so close to mine! And all the that boner-on-thigh and soft-breasts-on-hard-chest contact! It was too much! I felt like a cartoon character heating up like a steam whistle.

“Where have you been hiding yourself? I’m hurt. Have you been hiding from me?” She pouted a little bit, which sent more butterflies to my stomach.

“Uhhh ... no! Why would you say that?”

“Oh, I have my reasons.” There it was, that knowing smile. In another age, men would have gone to war over having that smile directed at them.

A long pause followed. It was strange, standing on a sidewalk on some random street, hugging like this. I felt like my erection was so hot it would burn through my sweatpants and then it would leave a branding mark directly on her bare leg! And her huge tits felt divine, practically enveloping my chest. My heart was still racing fast, but now that the shock had worn off and she hadn’t socked me for having such an obvious reaction, I was increasingly enjoying this. I certainly didn’t want the hug to end.

To prevent things from getting awkward, I had to think hard and keep the conversation going. But all I could manage was, “Aaaah ... What reasons?”

She looked around past me. “It’s complicated. But if we’re going to talk, it’s awkward to talk here, don’t you think? Although it looks like you certainly have been making yourself comfy.” She took a hand from my back and brought it around to her backside, placing it on one of my hands.

That’s when I discovered to my horror that both my hands had somehow migrated down until I was firmly clutching her ass cheeks! And her shorts were as thin as they were short, so I was getting a really good feel of her firm yet yielding bubble butt. I needed to consciously force myself not to do that, but I’d gotten distracted by all her ample charms and totally blown it.

 
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