Story 104 of 💯: Auditions are a pain, especially if the role you’re after includes getting your ass fucked by a dozen men in a row. — Bending over at the waist, I adjust the cuffs on my distressed jeans. I’m so nervous. My tummy is aflight with butterflies, but my nipples are as hard as a rock. If I want to make a banging good first impression today, sexy outfits always work. …

A new body for an old mind will keep your life inspired. Especially if you love the pulsing feel of chrome between your legs. The knife dripped red with Fred’s blood. A bright arterial red; the colour of our ensuite at the cottage. I must have the room cleaned up…

I’m an old-fashioned girl, but always willing to embrace the rush of technology. — Their cocks pump me full of artificial cum, but it is gone so fast. It is never enough. I need cum to keep me alive. To make me feel human again. The touch of their silver hands, their chrome lips, their plastic tongues — they set me on fire with…

Story 103 of 💯: After a morning dicking, a cup of hot coffee really hits the spot. — There’s no need to stifle my yawn as the micro-dicked asshole pumps his love machine into me, since he’s already stuffed my panties into my mouth. The taste of my own pussy juices is the only thing enjoyable about this role in the hay. With a grunt, he’s done, and…

I lie, battered and bruised, in my once comfortable bed, with soiled linens heaped over me. My body, sullied with the sweat and saliva and semen of a dozen men, pains to move. They were upon me like a pack of ravenous dogs, licking and grabbing and poking me everywhere…

Story 102 of 💯: Shooting a porno is hard work. Or it better be, because a limp dick ain’t worth squat on film. — I kneel on the bed, hugging myself close; my hair is a mess, and my shoulders are exposed, but the director doesn’t care. He says it adds to the story, and tell the cameras to roll. The director motions to the door, and the first of today’s many men come…

Story 101 of 💯: Dressed the thrill. Undressed to kill. Sonja’s pussy was a wet, wonderful ride of passion and death. — Sonja lay back on the bed and raised her hips so she could free her wondrous pussy from the confines of her black satin and lace panties. Her disciples watched in awe as she freed her womanhood from the constraints of modesty and propriety. …

Bound and gagged, I can either find freedom or servitude. Or perhaps, freedom through servitude. — Tentatively, I accepted Marc’s invitation to an evening of wine and romance. I have an open mind about people, but I never really fancied him for a roll in the hay. He was a forty-year-old banker, who I’d only ever seen in a blue pinstripe suit and proper shoes. But…

Stark naked, with my hands bound behind my back and a hood over my head, my master had delivered me somewhere for somebody’s pleasure. The more I get porked, the happier I am. — My convertible lurched to a stop, and I heard the crunch of gravel underneath its wheels. I loved the feel of its red leather seats on my bare skin. So sensual and alluring in the heat of the night. But I wasn’t able to enjoy my leather interior bound, gagged…