Multiple Partners Stories

Sarah's boss wanted her body, but he was afraid he might lose her if he made a pass at her. Then Wendy came along, so Sarah was blackmailed into sex with Simon, and some customers, and then sacked at the end of the month.

Three ex-girlfriends return to Kurt's life. The first has two daughters and desperately needs a home. The second is a single mom desperate for drugs. The third is an even bigger surprise... CAUTION: This is an unusually dirty story. Please check story codes / tags before reading. You have been warned.

A Legacy of Ruin Stories
Victoria Kane steps into Vallmont to mend a failing dynasty. She mends it with her womb. Six men — crowned, titled, sworn — enter her one by one, then two by two, then all at once. Throne velvet darkens. Chapel marble chills. Garden air thickens with jasmine and musk. They spill everything. One child results. Adopted by the palace. The men live with the memory. And the cold.

My cousin and I may be practically sisters but we are very different in many ways. The same could be said for our mothers (except, of course, they WERE sisters). When my Aunt Linda moved in with my dad a few months ago it allowed me to move in with Kristi, saving me a bundle on rent. It soon became clear that things around the house weren't the same with me there instead of my aunt. So what happened when Aunt Linda returned home for a day, supposedly to lay the law down?

Verity Chance is a wayward waif of the Victorian era, whose sexuality is awakened on her being abducted. Treated brutally by her male abductor, she soon finds that a woman is really in control of not just masculinity, but of her destiny too, and her journey to enslavement has her oblige both sexes... taking her to a heaven through submission and masochism that she could never have imagined.

A Legacy of Ruin Stories
One woman. One week. One hundred masked men. The Institute demands heirs from the world’s most powerful bloodlines. Victoria Kane is the Vessel they chose. She has other plans. Raw group ritual. Power reversal. Legacy mindfuck. No escape. No mercy.

Kira arrives at the neon rave painted in fake clothes—thin neon straps over bare tits, illusory thong framing her dripping cunt. Ecstasy hits, paint fails, strangers grope, security fingers, gloryholes choke her throat, crowds surf her leaking holes, tents double-penetrate and golden-shower her branded body. By dawn she's a cum-flooded, piss-soaked, sharpie-slurred festival fuckpig, holes gaping, still begging for more ruin.