Cream Pie Stories

My mother, who abandoned my father and me, returns. This is how I broke her into being my pussy slave.

All get tortured to pay for college by a dad's sadistic employer.

A young girl shows up at the house of the man who raped her a year ago. At first, she just wants to talk, but ends up naked in his living room. But what are her real intentions?

One bar. One look. A night neither of them was ready for. In "The Stain We Left", two strangers lock eyes and end up tangled in sweat, wine, and something dangerously close to obsession. Told in raw, unfiltered dual POV, this story doesn’t fade after the last thrust—it drips, aches, and smolders into the next morning. Her thighs are still slick with him. His mouth still tastes like her. And neither of them is done.

A young man fights to save another world with his dungeon and harem of monster girls!

My friend and I are invited over to a buddy's Frat house for a mid-afternoon beer, but fate intervenes and leads us into the wrong house. After that, it's just two guys and a sorority house of Asian babes.

Emily's affair with Marcus spirals into total depravity as a pregnancy scare awakens her breeding kink. Assuming her fertile days, she begs for his thick BBC creampies in risky office spots—supply closets, under her desk—her wet pussy dripping with anticipation, nipples hard through sheer blouses as she dresses like a desperate slut. Hiding nausea and swelling breasts from her clueless husband Tom, Emily's hormones rage, turning her into a submissive fucktoy craving rougher play, like first-time

Maria is the subject of my fantasy described in Fantasy. This encounter never actually happened outside of my head, but damn, I wish it had.

A young couple go out for a night of dinner and dancing. Trouble starts when, as they leave the club that evening they damage the car parked next to theirs. In order to make good on the damages the wife must become a sex slave to the owner of the club.