Pussy A Reclamation Novels & Stories

“Say it for me, Maryann. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” “It’s yours,” I moaned out, my voice breaking with pure, dirty pleasure as I rode his thick shaft. “My pussy belongs to my cousin. It’s all yours, Sir.” Hearing those taboo words completely broke his restraint. He let out a loud, guttural sound and began to thrust even harder and faster, his movements becoming wild and animalistic. He leaned his heavy upper body completely over my back, burying his face in my neck and biting down hard on my bare shoulder as he claimed my body like a beast in the dark.

“You were the register.” “For four years. From fifteen to nineteen.” She put her fingers on the wood. “That is what a reclamation is, boy. You have had it explained to you as a purchase, and it is not. They do not buy a woman back out of a yard for money. They buy her back with the register, and the register has to go somewhere, and it went into me at fifteen because my father owed the east line more than the north bank was worth.” “Then you have had it in you.”

“Thank you, Carter!” Arlo clung to me like a koala, his tiny arms tightly wrapped around my neck, lips pressed in a pout. His thick light brown curls appeared unruly even though I spent the good part of the morning brushing them. His stormy grey eyes met mine, shiny and pleading. The pup must look a lot like his father because the only thing he had from me was his button nose and the mole on his bottom lip. “Itty bitty…” I cooed while trying to release pheromones to soothe him. “You love Maria. She will teach you finger painting today, hmm?”

“This pussy belongs to Daddy. Say it.” “It's yours, Daddy! All yours!” I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me in an embarrassing wave.

A harsh beam of light from a pocket flashlight cut through the dark, reflecting off the standing water on the ground. "Look at it twitch," a voice sneered. It belonged to Marcus, the neighborhood menace who spent his days lounging outside the liquor store, looking for things to break. "Throw another rock, Leo. Hit its back this time." My blood ran cold. Between their muddy sneakers, pressed flat into a puddle, was a trembling heap of matted brown fur. It couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old—a tiny, starving stray pup, its chest heaving as it tried to crawl away on three legs. Its rear leg hung at an unnatural angle.

Axel, with a calm yet earnest demeanor, leaned in slightly and lowered his voice. “Listen, do you happen to know anyone who desperately wants a puppy?” “Ah, a rescue?” the woman inquired. “I found it on my porch,” Axel revealed. “So you found each other, she stated, almost dreamily. Axel went on explaining why he still had the puppy even though he didn’t want it “The shelters are full. They couldn’t take him in. So I’m keeping him for now.” The woman’s expression softened with understanding. “That’s really nice.” Axel sighed

I quickened my pace, friction building, until his restraint frayed. “Promises, promises,” I taunted, fingers squeezing his balls. “C’mon, jerk—prove how you…mmph!” my voice muffled as he thrust his di*k into my mouth ruthlessly, my choked sound fueling him. “Take it. Every drop,” he growled, sac tightening as release coiled. “Swallow or wear it. Your choi—fuck!” Adrian screamed, releasing a cum load inside my mouth and over my face. My throat worked greedily as he released, my tongue licking him clean. “Mmm…clinical aftertaste,” I purred, wiping my swollen lips. “Underwhelming.” Isaid with a smirk on my face.

Vivian whimpered as my tongue continued to work its magic. "I-I'm sorry!" came the weak stutter. "Fuck off!" Vivian cried out while my fingers continued their relentless movements. She writhed and shuddered, her gasps filling the room as her pussy clenched around my fingers. "I'm fucking going to..." she began to say. "Do it," I muttered, allowing her release to wash over her.

Despite my threat, and even though it kinda worked on her, she still looked at me and angrily said, “I hope you will die! Anna was about to say something, but I cut her off by laughing madly. I looked at her and smiled sweetly. “I hope that you will get eaten by the beast too and all of what you did will be revealed.” I saw the way her eyes shook and seeming to be scared, despite the pain, she fled, leaving us with Anna. Anna, on the other hand, frowned and looked at me with traces of confusion. “What do you mean by what she did?” I sighed and rubbed my temples. “Have you heard of fetishes?” “Yeah. What about it?”

Suddenly Pusscat is standing in the door. “Getting a little drink”. I hold up the plastic bag. “Cheers”. “There are bags upstairs”. “I am soaking up the atmosphere. Are you really talking the cows into all this ?” Pusscat let’s out a small laugh and walks to the fridge. “These days it is no problem living out any kink you might dream of. It is no longer a sport convincing Your victim to let their hair down. It seems to be a requirement to have at least one fetish or kink in each home”.