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September Contest Prompt! | here's my entry, right at the buzzer
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Well, today will be an interesting day to say the least. Being the first day of the semester was always interesting, but even more so for the class I was about to walk into, Sexology 101.
It always is interesting to see how the class reacts to the material, and their fellow classmates. I think the fun part is the gentleman that gets to help me out with the first lesson. And today it should be very interesting.
I got to class right on time. It wasn't a big room, enough for 20 students. And the male/female split was right down the middle, that's always good. No one noticed me enter from the back, but soon all eyes were on me.
I decided on the sexy secretary theme this year. My four inch black heels clicked on the aisle as I walked up to the front of the room. I decided to forgo stockings as my tan legs would do fine in getting attention, and it helped that my hip hugging black skirt was well above my knee. But my tan legs were soon to be over shadowed once I turned around. My purple blouse was form fitting as well, and I could hear a pin drop as they all watched me write "Sexology 101" on the board.
I turned and smiled as I saw a few jaws drop. No doubt from them seeing the front of my purple blouse. The plunging neckline was so low, if I undid one more button my bra would be showing. And what a bra it was. It made my 40 year old breasts look like perky full DDD's, even if they were only D cups. I capped off the look with some stereo typical black rimmed glasses and had my hair held up with a pen.
I could see the guys all staring, and some even drooling, with some of the girls even eyeing me. But I did have a few gals giving me evil eyes, there always are a few.
"Today we are about to embark on a journey through the realm of Sexology." I say as I walk toward the class.
"You all may have predetermined ideas on what it is, or maybe you just took this class because it had sex in the name." I pause as a few of the students chuckle.
As I pause look around, trying to find the lucky male. I find him sitting towards the front, really pulling off the nerdy look. I'd say he was an engineer by the looks of things.
I walk over toward him as I continue, "It's not only about sex, but everything that surrounds it as well."
I lean over and quietly ask him his name, he responds just as quietly, "James."
"Take James here, he had no idea he'd be participating in class today." I reach down and hold out my hand. James tentatively takes it and stands. I can see he's really been watching me, as the outline of his cock can be seen in his pants.
I lead him to the front and stand him in the center. He smiles sheepishly and acknowledges the class. We can all see he is beet red. And his jeans are really tight now.
"We all know how the female body can affect a man," I say as I walk around James, my hand trailing across his back and chest as I circle him.
"You give them attention, and they will respond, you just hope they respond they way you want, right ladies," as I walk in front of him my hand drops and runs over his fly, I can really feel him getting hard. A few girls chuckle as they see James' bulge grow and him get redder.
I circle him once more and then stop in front of him and face him. I raise my voice so the class can here. "And if you get the right response, you'll be properly rewarded."
While talking my hands are undoing his jeans and zipping down his fly. I reach in and grab his cock. I'm impressed a how big he is, a VERY nice 9+ inches. The girls here are going to really like him.
As I finish my statement I pull out James' cock and step to the side. The girls in the class gasp at both seeing his cock, and noticing how large it is. Even a couple of the guys ogle it for a bit.
"What we have here is a very aroused student, and most of you would agree that I've been rewarded with the actions I've taken so far, but now it's time to enjoy the fruits of my labor."
With that I turn James to the side and kneel in front of him. I take his cock into my hand and stroke it. I can see the precum on the tip of his cock and I lick it off. James gasps as he feels my tongue and I smile. I stroke his cock and take the head into my mouth. I suck on it as James gasp from the pleasure. I move my head up and down slightly to increase the pleasure. My other hand goes to his balls and they massage them. I push my head toward his body and take more of his cock in my mouth. I bob up and down a few more times, taking more of his cock in my mouth each time.
I soon am able to take all of his cock into my mouth. I push my head toward his body and bury my nose into his body, opening my throat so that I can take it all without gagging. I pull back and do it again. I can feel and hear James' breath getting heavier, I know he'll blow soon. I start to bob my head on his cock fast. My hands go around to his ass and grab onto it so he can fuck my mouth that much harder and faster. His hips are getting into it now and I can hear a soft moan escape his lips. I can feel his body tensing as he lets out an audible moan.
I open up my throat and let all of his cum shoot down it. I swallow it all and keep bouncing my head on his cock. I slow as he stops shooting cum into my mouth. I pull back and let his cock fall from my mouth. I look up at James and smile as I stand. I help him to sit in the seat close by and take my place back at the front of the class.
"By next class you have to write about Sexology and what you think it means. And how what you just saw applies to the this class. How well you do on this paper will decide if you get to keep taking this class and also, it will show who is in the running to take the final." I look around to see shock on everyone's face, and some perplexed looks as well. "The final will entail the top one or two in the class getting to try something out with myself or," I look over at James as he sits there trying to recoup, "or with Mr...Johnson here." I chuckle as I make up his last name.
"Class is adjourned," I turn to James, wink at him. To some they may think I took advantage of a student, but to me I helped my adorable little neighbor boy come out of his shell. Although he's really grown up now, and not little at all. This class should help him out a ton, and help the rest of the class learn the material too.
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[WP] In a world where performing sexual acts in public is legal and socially accepted, one man is repulsed by the whole thing. | This world, this shameless, god forsaken world is going to burn. Just walking down the sidewalk promises sights of bare flesh and carnal pleasures, the sounds of moaning have joined car engines and street musicians in the background noise. No longer are the only repulsive things to step in dog shit an vomit from last nights drunkards, but also the juices of love run down the concrete and are not washed away until the next rain.
Its an infection, the desire to expose yourself and have sex in public, even my wife begs me to try it just once. Am I the only decent one in this world, the only one disgusted by this social normality that crept like vines across this planet choking down the morality of its citizens. At first it was only the most daring, sex driven teenagers, then spread quicker than a wildfire to even elderly couples. Our children see this and by nature mimic it, we try to stop them but the infection is just too rampant.
I fear I will see no friends or family members in heaven, as they have succumb to this world's new standards. St. Peter will watch me as the last person to walk through the pearly gates as all the others will have left their right of passage in the clothes they never put on.
I head to my office downtown and right in front of the building is a woman lying on the ground as another woman eats her out. I flash them a dirty look just before going inside just to see a lobby filled with people who think they are being discreet, but wouldn't care otherwise. Five guys are getting blowjobs and seven women are being fingered by guys they don't even know, the rest are pleasuring themselves.
I press the button to the elevator and when I step inside and there is a man with his back against the corner and a woman in front of him with one leg one his shoulder. I am forced to listen to their rhythmic clapping all the way up to the tenth floor, where I hurry out into the only environment that still maintains a small sense of professionalism, though its not against company policy to have sex in the office; a rule that only a few take advantage of. I rush over to my small cubicle and put my head phones in stare at the screen, this being the only part of my day that I can escape from this hell on earth. | 4 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] In a world where performing sexual acts in public is legal and socially accepted, one man is repulsed by the whole thing. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 |
[WP]Commentating Analysis... | The fanfare began and the opening title was superimposed in front of two men sitting behind a desk, overlooking a small town.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” said one man in a deep voice. “We’re here live at Thrust Point in beautiful Bonersville, California. I’m tonight’s commentator, Evan Dean, and I’m joined tonight with James Stone.”
“Good evening, folks. Welcome to tonight’s match-up: the home town underdog, Bonersville’s very own, Ronnie LeCroix, takes on the gorgeous southern belle, Jasmine Grey,” said James Stone.
“Tonight is the final match-up for Ronnie and Jasmine,” Evan informed the audience. He turned towards his partner in crime. “Well, James, I think Ronnie’s gonna have a real hard time tonight.”
“You bet Evan,” agreed James. “If Ronnie is as flustered as he was back in the regular season, I don’t see how he is gonna close out in tonight’s match up.”
“Let’s roll the clip on how Ronnie fared with Jasmine right before Game 1 of the Finals,” said Evan, drawing attention to the highlights of Ronnie trying to muster the courage to ask out Jasmine.
A clip of Ronnie approaching Jasmine began to play. They were at some club and Jasmine was dancing with some friends. Meanwhile, Ronnie was at a distance away from her.
“Here, Ronnie is really hesitant. He’s shuffling his feet, mumbling to himself. He’s confidence level simply isn’t at a level needed to approach Jas. I mean, James, have you seen that THOT?” pointed out Evan.
Jasmine’s profiled appeared on screen. Standing at five feet and three inches and weighing in at one hundred and six pounds, Jasmine proved that big things do come in small packages. Jasmine was measured at 32-24-33 and was confirmed to be a 32C that evening. For comparison, Ronnie’s profile appeared beside Jasmine’s. Standing at five feet and eight inches and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, Ronnie also boasted 10 inches to work with.
“Oh yeah, Evan. I see that hottie over there. Jasmine’s body is smoking. But, you gotta hand it to Ronnie. He went for it. Roll the rest of that clip,” pointed out James.
Ronnie could be seen taking deep breaths before dancing his way over to Jasmine. Jasmine’s friends began to laugh at Ronnie.
“See here, Ronnie could have just bailed out hard. But he persevered! That’s the key to Ronnie’s success, I think,” James pointed out.
Ronnie kept dancing until Jasmine began to grind up against him.
“I agree with you James,” said Evan. “But here, we see a rookie mistake. Watch as Ronnie loses his cool.”
After a minute of Jasmine grinding her ass on his crotch, Ronnie abruptly stopped dancing. Although the club was poorly lit, the video clearly showed Ronnie’s face glow red. Ronnie’s eye went wide and he bolted.
“Still, this is quite the massive improvement from the pre-season, James,” said Evan as they showed a picture of Ronnie as a freshman, straight out of high school.
“Ronnie made the effort and showed hustle, Evan. Like I said back in his rookie year, if he shows the effort and loses the pounds, it’d be a total game changer,” commented James.
Indeed, Ronnie underwent a dramatic change since leaving Bonersville for college. He lost quite a bit of weight, motivated by all the hot college chicks and blessed with the guidance of the “dude-bros” at his school. After lurking for months in /f/it, Ronnie began hitting the weights. Soon, Ronnie began to see the glorious gainz. Alas, as his physique became more chiseled, his personality made no such progress.
Ronnie had the body of Adonis, yet his awkward personality proved to be his Achilles heel.
A pair of headlights appeared and a car rolled up beside the two commentators.
“And here we go folks!” said Evan enthusiastically.
“Ronnie is looking in top-form tonight, Evan,” said James. “I saw a week ago browsing /r/malefashionadvice. It’s really paid off for him.”
Inside the car, Ronnie’s hand brushed up against Jasmine’s leg as he put the car into park. Jasmine winked at him. She grabbed his hand and placed it in the inside of her thigh. She rubbed her thigh with his hand, going further and further inside her short skirt. Jasmine stared at Ronnie and bit her lower lip. She moaned.
“Woah!” exclaimed Evan. “Jasmine is not playing games at all tonight, James. The kiddy gloves are off and we’re headed straight into R-17 territory.”
“Jasmine is really kicking it up a notch, Evan,” said James. “She’s already getting Ronnie to third base. I don’t know how long this kid is going to last.”
“Looking at his stats,” said Evan. “Ronnie hasn’t even been to first base with anyone.”
Jasmine laced her fingers with Ronnie’s and looked at him with concern.
“Is something wrong?” she asked him. Ronnie looked into Jasmine’s beautiful blue eyes. His nerves were shot. He had been practicing sexy lines for hours just for this moment; and yet, he found himself speechless in front of her.
“It’s just…uh, I’ve never done this before,” confessed Ronnie.
Jasmine turned towards Ronnie. Her face was furrowed with shock and disbelief.
“Folks, in a stunning turn of events, Ronnie has told Jas that he is, in fact, a virgin,” commentated Evan.
“It’s a bold strategy, Evan. Let’s see if it pays for him,” said James.
“Oh… aww. Sweetie, I’m your first? Well, I’m gonna have to treat you nice tonight,” cooed Jasmine, perking up slightly. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“You just sit tight and I’ll take care of you,” she whispered.
“What a play by Ronnie! His strategy to be honest to Jasmine is going to hit a home run,” said James.
“This first quarter is really going in Ronnie’s way. Let’s see if we can grab a quick interview before the break,” said Evan. “Let’s go to our on-court reporter, Melanie Fuentes.”
“Hey Ronnie! You’re doing a great job so far in this match up. What did you feel about using honesty with Jasmine?” asked the busty reporter, shoving a microphone inside the car.
“Well, y’know, Jasmine’s got these really deep blue eyes that can penetrate through my tough guy defenses. I can practice all I want, but when it comes down to game time, that’s what really matters,” answered Ronnie.
“One last question, how are you holding up?” asked the Melanie.
“Well, I blew off a couple loads earlier during warm up. Jasmine’s got these soft hands and I got pretty close earlier, but I just need to keep my cool,” answered Ronnie.
“Alright, thanks for your time. Good luck in there,” said Melanie as the car window came up. “Back to you, Evan.”
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[WP] A woman pressures her shy sex repulsed husband into having sex. | “Come on baby, please.” I said climbing behind him and rubbing his chest while he untied his shoes.
“Katy, I’ve worked almost 70 hours this week,” he said standing up and taking off his shirt.
He stood there rubbing his neck causing his triceps to flex, I could not help but feel aroused by his muscular body. Damian was always the handsome, sweet, hardworking man. His only downside, as far as he believed, was his penis size and sexual stamina. Damian and I were both virgins until our marriage recently, I had no idea what was going on down there and length did not really matter.
“Damian, you always say it’s because of work. I have needs as well, baby. And if I want my husband to plow me I think it’s fair to say you satisfy that once in a while,” I demanded grabbing my robe and covering up my semi-nude body.
“Katy, I’m exhausted. I’ve been travelling this whole month and working non-stop. I just wanted to come home tonight, take a shower and eat,” he said stripping out of his clothes and standing there in his boxers.
I looked down at his crotch, he barely got naked in front of me. Even in the most non-sexual manner, he did not even change in front of me. He always took clean underwear into the bathroom to wear right after his shower.
“Damian,” I said crossing my arms. “It’s because of your size, isn’t it?”
“Katy, stop. We’ve been married a few months and the only reason why we haven’t had sex is because I’ve pretty much been working non-stop.” He said hesitantly.
He stormed off into the washroom and locked the door. I heard the squeak of the shower tap go off and the water running. I sat down on the bed and thought that I need to fix this.
I went to my dresser and grabbed my bobby pin and shimmied open the lock as quietly as possible. These bathroom locks are fairly easy, plus I learned how to do it after I thought Damian was cheating on me because his lack of sexual drive for me.
I saw his silhouette showering, I could see his hands rubbing all over body and through his silky, dark hair. He’d be crazy to think a body and beauty like his could not turn me on. I slipped off my robe and opened the shower door to join him.
“Katy, what the fuck?” He said covering his crotch with his hands.
I let the water drip down me and started rubbing my body by scraping the soap from his chest. I slowly rubbed my neck and let out a small moan. I could tell he was just staring at me, but not enough to get him going. My hands rubbed around my firm, perky breasts. My hands slowly made my way down to my abdomen and up each leg, leaving the most pleasurable location for later. I slowly pulled away his hands from his crotch and went on my knees.
“Katy please-“
“Shh,” I replied.
I moved his hands away and rubbed his cock, it was small but it did not matter to me. I missed the connection with him and did not cave into the fact that bigger penises are better. I rubbed his cock slowly and darted my eyes towards him. His eyes were already rolling back and we had just begun.
I wrapped my lips around his cock and slowly sucked on his cock. He let out a loud moan as water ran down his back. I played with his balls, alternating between rubbing, biting and licking. Unconsciously, I felt my hand rubbing my clit and slowly going inside me. I was far too aroused and Damian could see that.
I got up and turned off the tap. I rubbed his cock for a bit while making out with him, his breathing got heavy and every stroke led closer to a sexual explosion. I led him to our bedroom and forced him on to the bed. I climbed on top of him grinding my wet pussy lips over his cock. I did not want him to have the ecstasy feeling yet, he made me wait so he’ll have to wait.
Our wet, warm bodies were rubbing against each other and for the first time I felt his strong hands grab my ass. I stopped kissing and grinding on him and down at him.
“You ready, babe?” I asked in a soft voice.
Hesitantly, he shook his head slowly. I put his small but throbbing hard cock inside of me. He let out the biggest moan, loud enough that the neighbors probably woke up.
My petite frame was on top of his and for the first time in very long I felt as if we were connected, as if we were one. I rocked my hips back and forth, the bed was squeaking and the headboard was banging against the wall. Damian was not making a sound or movement; his body was in too much ecstasy. I got off on the fact that my hard-working husband was so relaxed. I didn’t care that he was laying there, the fact that I was able to pleasure him was more than enough. I moaned loudly and tried to say encouraging things.
“Damian, you’re so big inside of me,” I moaned out.
Within a few minutes he finally let out a big moan and I could feel almost a liter of warm liquid enter inside of me. His mouth dropped wide open and his body was nearly seizing as she shot loads inside of me. As soon as he was down he was panting for a few minutes and fell right to sleep.
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[WP] A woman pressures her shy sex repulsed husband into having sex. | "Say you like it," I whisper, "say it."
"Leslie..." he begs, "please.."
I grind my flushed, aching cunt into his ass and push him against the glass.
"Look at yourself," I whisper, running a hand over his toned, perfect body, pinching and groping every immaculate inch of him, "look at how beautiful you are."
I kiss him hard. He is beautiful, a natural Adonis. He moans, nudging his ass against my groin. He's trying to distract me, he doesn't want me to pull him in front of the mirror and make him look at himself.
I love doing this to him. I love forcing him to look at his gorgeous body - the peak of masculine perfection - encased in tights, and lace, and satin.
"I look like a woman," he moans.
"Are you kidding? You look nothing like a woman. You are most definitely a man." I grin, stroking his arms.
He's looking at the floor.
"Look at yourself."
"Please Leslie..."
"Look. at. yourself."
He does. He looks repulsed, but something, some glint in his eye, tells me he likes it.
"You like this," I whisper, "you like going to the gym, looking sexy for all the girls, but you know *all* this," my hands roam feverishly over his body, "is mine."
He moans at this, his cock stiff and leaking. He attempts feebly to resist me. I laugh and push him toward the bed. His perfect, virile form can't help but look entreating as he collapses upon the sheets. He lies on his back, props himself up on his elbows, and gives me scowl. His muscles flexing and pulling at the lingerie I've forced him into. I love the dichotomy of raw masculine power and feminine seduction he exhibits. My cunt engorged with blood and aching to fuck. I need to take him.
I climb over him and start securing his wrists together with a belt.
"No Leslie, please!" he begs, squirming beneath me, but I can feel his cock stiffen into a steel bar, "don't tie me up! You promised we would have normal sex tonight!"
"But you're never this hard when he have normal sex," I smile evilly. His face turns a deep shade of crimson, he scowls again and averts his eyes as I begin to mount him. He then closes them and parts his lips in a long moan as I sink onto his cock. | 5 | 0 | 7 |
I'm a grad student and you're an undergrad. We've seen each other at the library. | [deleted] | 8 | 0 | 6 |
[ip] "Oh bother! I'm stuck!" | I was grunting and sighing, tying to get my large, sweaty breasts trhough the window. I had no idea how I would get stuck; I was just trying to water the plants.
“Help!” I screamed, hoping someone would hear and help me.
I was stuck. Trying to force myself out would hurt way too much. I figured I wait for Jerry, my roommate, to come back home and help me out. It would be awkward, however, here I am stuck in nothing but my underwear. Jerry, who has longed to see me in something as close too naked as possible would finally be able to.
After 20 minutes of fidgeting, I finally heard a door open behind me, “Carrie?”
“Oh my god Jerry, thank god you’re home. I was leaning out the window and I got stuck. I need you to help me,” I replied anxiously
“Uh, ok. You’re only wearing panties,” Jerry said hesitantly.
“Thanks, I know that, now grab me by the waist and pull me,” I said.
I felt Jerry come up behind me and feel his strong, rough hands from the side of my wide hips to my waist. I felt that he just was imagining himself humping me from the back. He came up close enough where I could feel his crotch pressing up against my ass.
“Pull, Jerry. Quickly!” I yelled.
I felt him thrusting me on to him almost as if he was performing reps. He pulled, and when he let go, he exhaled. After every pull I felt his crotch getting tighter and tighter. Jerry was dry humping me. I could feel his cock start to harden. I liked it.
“Faster Jerry!” I yelled out.
He started thrusting faster and faster and I grinded my ass on his cock mimicking his motion. I could hear Jerry moaning at the back as he went faster and faster.
He stopped and as he panted, I felt his pants get a little wet. My ass rubbing on his dick made him cum. He will be my little slave forever.
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The Bondage Cow | The paint was waiting for you under the bed, and you couldn't stop thinking about it.
You weren't sure why the need was tugging at you all day. Like an itch you couldn't scratch. As I went on and on about my work, my plans for next week, the TV shows that started this week, you could barely pay attention.
When I mentioned going to the store, you feigned a headache. I smiled, maybe a little too wide. Told you I'd give you some time to yourself.
As soon as I left, you rushed under the bed for the paint. I would take me about an hour and a half to get back from the supermarket, so you'd have to work fast. You stripped down, moved to the center of the room, and started to paint.
About 15 minutes in, you realized how strange you were feeling. Everything seemed slowed down somehow. Lazy. You wanted to set the brush down, just stand there on all fours for a while. But you knew you couldn't stop until you were all painted.
At some point, after the last paint was applied, you lost all track of time. You could feel the sun from the window on your black-and-white skin, and it felt so calming, so warm. You were totally at peace.
Later, a thought passed through your head, like a fluffy cloud against a blue sky: this isn't right. You're a *person*, you shouldn't be just standing here like this. You need to get up, to moove.
You looked at yourself in the mirror. Eyes glassy, a thin line of drool leaking of your mouth, beginning to pool on the floor. The reflection is so comforting. So nice to have some company. You felt so perfect standing there peacefully. No need to go anywhere.
There was one problem, though. A new tension was growing inside of you, a heavy, dripping fullness that slowly, gradually, took all your attention. With each passing moment, your body was producing more and more milk. Heavy, thick cream, filling you up, slowing everything down.
You shifted slightly on your hooves. You needed this stuff out of you, and you needed it out now. But there was nothing you could do but stand and wait.
You heard the key slide into the lock. The doorknob turned, and, finally, a person walked into your room.
"Wow."
You couldn't exactly see who was talking, but you knew you needed to explain what was going on. To ask them, politely but clearly, to milk you until you were dry.
"Mmmoooooooo."
There was a pause, as that sound hung in the air.
"Wow. Wow wow wow. That stuff really did work."
The door clicked closed. You could see that they were holding a few things. A metal pail. Some kind of wooden stool. And some other thing, a bulbous black rubber object.
"Is it true? Do you really think you're a cow now?"
"Mooooooo. Mooooooooo."
"Holy shit."
The person set the stool down beside you. The pail clanked to the ground, then slid across the floor underneath.
You felt something behind you, pressing at your backside.
"They told me this had to go in," the human said. With a bit of pressure, it slid easilly inside you.
"Moooooooooooo."
"Okay. I hope that felt Okay. I'm going to start to milk now."
"Mooooooo."
"They, uh, they told me once you were, you know, dry--"
"Moooo."
"--That we would never be able to turn you back. So, just so you know."
And with that, you felt warm hands on your skin. Grabbing you gently, firmly, and starting to tug.
You began to shake and twitch. This was it, you were finally going to be empty and at peace.
Your whole body, from your nose to your tail, shuddered, as you heard the sound of milk hit the pail for the first time. | 6 | 0 | 8 |
The Bondage Cow | [I don't often see two responses to the same prompt, thought I would step up.]
We've spent the day working together fixing the roof on your shed. With the wives gone for the weekend and winter coming on, it was a great opportunity to get the roof fixed, then spend the night watching the big game. A hard project, made more difficult for me as middle age has hit and sitting on a roof like that leaves me sore. Younger guy like you it doesn't seem to have hit as hard. So I appreciated it when you offered me a hot shower to clean up and relax those muscles. I admit I probably stayed in too long, but I never thought, well, never thought you would be waiting like you were.
When I got out I wrapped a towel around myself and headed in to the guest room. Only to stop. For a moment my brain couldn't process what I was seeing. Thinking back, the only thing I clearly remember was the slither sound as the towel dropped, and seeing pink bits. Bright, naked pink bits. Then black and white dots which finally resolved in to you standing there, nude, in black and white paint, with your... chest and nipples strangely pink, and your crotch pink too. I'm not easily shaken, but this... it was something out of science fiction, the late night weird stuff.
I couldn't help it, I had to ask, "What the hell are you doing Jeff?"
You just stood there. Then something dropped to the ground. A paintbrush, one of three now lying behind you, black, white, and pink. As I watched the color faded into nothing. They looked like clean, unused paint brushes. When I raised my eyes, I could see the horror in your eyes, and then it became a strangely compelling look, lust, desire, but combined with huge need. A strong moment, then your face started reshaping itself. It stretched, the black and white becoming less paint, and more skin, but skin stretching to accommodate your new features, your new heifer face. A strangeness came over me, compelling me to do something.
"Jeff, what's happening? Are you... is this, hell, I better call 911." I reach for the phone, but stop when you shake your head at me. Then you moo and point your head at the bed. I see a black leather collar with some white lettering, and a pair of pliers and a couple of thick rings. Looking back at you I jumped back a bit when I realized your... well, your male parts where gone, and in there place was some very pretty human tits. Small, but rapidly expanding. As I watched I could see the nipples elongating and swelling, your hips turning a bit to accommodate a new stance. You dropped to your hands, but the fingers started to blur together, thickening, darkening, losing definition. In only a few moments you had hoofs, black shiny hoofs. And breasts that still looked fully human, yet at your crotch. They were the type and size of tits those fake bimbos have, only with much thicker, longer nipples.
I thought of calling 911, but what they hell could they do with this? And, somehow I knew you wanted it. And I needed to help you with it.
A butting head brought me back to attention. You were pushing my crotch with your head, mooing. When I looked at you, you rolled your eyes and head at the bed. I grabbed the collar, turned it and saw, "Jeffie" in white letters. It was a thick, heavy collar, with a built in lock.
"Is this what you want Jeff?" A soft warm moo, and your arched neck confirmed it, so I carefully locked it on. The click sounded a bit ominous, but it was done. You weren't done though. Another head butt, and another rolled eyes led me to pick up the pliers. Only they were some type of punch. And the thick rings had balls that spun on them. I knew they were for piercing, but they were so thick I just couldn't imagine you wanting them in. More head butts, more impatient moos. Finally I picked up one and held it up.
"You want me to put this in you Jeff, or, Jeffie?" A nod and warm moo confirmed. Looking at the bed I finally noticed a small card. On one side there was a stylized heifer. It had huge udders with elongated nipples, a soft mouth and lips, and what looked like a perfect tight woman's ass, but unmistakably a cow. She was pierced one with a heavy ring in her septum, and two smaller rings in her human nipples on her flat chest. Weird. Flipping the card over I could see a set of instructions.
1. Paint the heifer with the nano paint.
2. Wait for transformation to complete (appx. 30 min.)
3. Collar and pierce the heifer (branding is optional, she'll let you know if she needs it!)
4. To make it permanent, have a man use her at both ends, then milk her and feed her at least 20 ounces of milk.
Below that a handwritten note: "Ryan, I want the full transformation. My wife is leaving me. She didn't just go on a small trip with your wife, she took the kids and your wife is helping her setup in a new place. I've been... stealing from the company for a very long time. Had a tidy nest egg all set aside. But she found out. Gave me a choice, choose a transformation from my company's secret new development, or go to jail. I choose the transformation. I know it's a lot to ask, it's really weird. But.... I added a little something to your drink today. Just enough to calm your nerves. And make you really horny. So please, make me a full female hucow. Your hucow. Oh, and hucows serve better milk if they are used often. Your wife... she'll be calling soon to give you permission, or explain, or maybe just... encourage you. Please, it's the only thing left to me.
The phone ringing made me jump. Then run and grab it. I heard my wife say, "Hello" I could feel my raging tumescence, and see your tight ass and trusting eyes... I knew I would agree even before she continued on with, "Love, I know it's a strange place you're in right now, but if you think about it having a cow deliver sweet milk to keep us young and fit isn't such a bad idea..." | 1 | 0 | 8 |
[IP] You gave a devilish grin and ran into the garden labyrinth. I ran after you but lost you at a fork in the maze. Do I turn left or right? What will I find if I don't find you? | [deleted] | 4 | 0 | 9 |
[WP] An elderly King gets married to a quiet princess from another kingdom. | He wasted no time.
The ceremony was barely over that the King dragged his new spouse into the nuptial room.
She watched him slowly undress himself, struggling slightly with the buttons and buckles around his oversized belly.
"Now, make me a son," he said, as he lay in the four-poster bed, naked. "My kingdom needs an heir. Many have tried, but none were worthy of receiving my seed."
She was unimpressed.
He was a great warrior once, back in the days when it was said he ruled on horseback. Now the King mostly rules from behind a dinner table.
She began to understand the fate of the young maidens before her. Those who were married off to the tyrant as a desperate attempt to prevent their realms from a bloody invasion. None survived more than a few months. They were accused of being barren, and executed, but not before the King's troops were all set to wage war on the poor women's home kingdoms.
So _that_ was the King of the greatest warring empire in the world. Fat and impotent.
Now it was her turn.
He looked as she walked seductively towards him, her body moving like a snake. Like a cat.
This one is special, he thought. There was a glint in her eye.
Slowly and deliberately, she unfastened the straps and laces that held her bridal gown.
The King felt something stir inside him. The way she swayed her hips and caressed herself... His heartbeat quickened. Her dress fell to the ground, revealing only a waist cincher and a garter belt holding up her silk stockings.
His heart skipped, in shock. A whore! How dare this woman come in his bridal bedroom in the attire of a common whore! He felt his blood pumping against his temples in outrage, yet he became aware of a warmth spreading in his loins.
He watched her put one foot on the edge of the bed, and, grabbing a bedpost the steady herself, gently run her hand from her breasts, over her small stomach, down to the folds of her pussy.
He watched the scandalous display as she parted her rosy lips for him and gave her clit a long, slow rub until she was dripping wet.
He felt a surge of excitement as he imagined parting those tight folds and burying himself into her warm, wet cave. It has been so long!
He ran his hand over his still mostly flaccid member, and groaned in frustration. This whore was not worthy of a King!
She climbed over the bed and crawled towards him. His anger must be appeased. She crawled over his belly, over his chest, and very deliberately positioned herself above his face, the mound of her musky pubis an inch from his nose.
Before he could voice his outrage, she applied her lips to his mouth and swayed her hips. He made an attempt to push her off his face, but she was firmly grabbing onto his head. After a few more half-hearted attempts, she felt a timid tongue dart across her wet folds.
Her musky scent was intoxicating. Abandoning all sense of propriety, he vigorously lapped up her juices and generously licked her lips. His rough tongue flicked her clit, then moved down to push past her entrance.
A hymen!
This little vixen was a virgin after all!
A surge of electricity flowed through him. The sensation of a woman so indecently close to him was something he never felt before. He pushed his tongue against the thin membrane, trying to tear it, to be the first to enter the forbidden area. This proved impossible, but the pressure had made her even wetter than before, and she rubbed herself harder over his mouth and nose.
Sensing the time was ripe, she dismounted, and crawled back between his legs. He was now almost fully erect.
Old bugger! How much more is it going to take?
She grabbed the half-flaccid member and put her lips around it. She felt a surge of blood as the scandalous act ignited more hidden desires in the King.
He groaned in pleasure as she gently sucked on his length.
"I can't believe I never let anyone do this before," he sighed.
His erection firmly established, she began working on his orgasm, which she felt building up almost immediately.
Impotent _and_ premature. What a joke.
"No, wait, I must have a son!" he yelled, as the fog of lust cleared for just enough time to realize he was about to spill in the woman's mouth.
She ignored him. She felt the tell-tale throb as sucked on his tip and stroked his shaft with both hands. She engulfed his whole length into her mouth as she stroked the underside of his member with her tongue, until she felt the top push firmly against the back of her throat.
She then released him from her mouth just before he reached climax. She heard him grunt in frustration. The last strokes were given by her expert hands.
Suddenly, just as the first jet of seeds came spilling out, she let go of him, raised herself, put her hands together in a fist, and with impeccable aim and timing, brought them down on his heart.
His penis spat out a last drop of cum as the limp body of the King sank into the bed.
She hadn't uttered a single word.
* * *
She glanced in the direction of a closet. "The deed is done."
A muscular young man stepped out. His trousers were undone, and he was still rubbing himself. Clearly, he had enjoyed what he saw.
"Now, you must uphold your end of the bargain," she said, as she assumed a submissive position on the bed and offered him her behind.
He stood at the edge of the bed and pulled her towards him. He gently pushed against her, parting her lips, and rubbing his tip against her slit, front to back. She let out a moan as he rubbed against her clit, then down towards her asshole, and back.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"God, fuck me, please. I've waited for so long."
"Fuck you where?" he teased, as he rubbed his shaft against her lips.
"Anywhere, everywhere. Fuck me right here. Oh please," she moaned. "I've done everything you wanted."
"Anywhere?" He chuckled as he pressed himself gently against her asshole.
She felt a pang of fear and involuntarily clenched her butt. She quickly controlled herself and relaxed her muscles. If that's what he wanted, that's what he would get. She couldn't back down now that her fate was in his hands.
He chuckled again, toying with her.
"Don't worry, honey. We can't afford people to think something indecent happened with the Kind, can we?"
He rammed his length into her, tearing her soft flesh.
She felt a sharp pain, followed by the waves of pleasure building up as he thrust himself into her.
She moaned as his girth stretched and stretched her tight virgin walls, and his expert fingers pinched and rubbed her sensitive clit.
Her body trembled as she climaxed, and her pulsing and clenching vagina sent him over the edge.
He left as quietly as he came, fleeing through the window.
She would scream for help and claim that he King died as he came. She would be examined to prove the marriage had been consumed, then locked in a tower until her pregnancy was confirmed.
If all goes according to the plan, her son would become the new King, and she will have secured the loyalties of the Prince of Moor. | 12 | 0 | 8 |
[WP] A Haunted Encounter | Well I ended up getting an idea I liked and she loved it, so I am happy.
Here it is:
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There is a haunted house in your town and the legends say that all who go in, never come
out. You lost a bet with your friends and so your punishment is to stay the night in that
house.
So here you are in front of it's rusty iron gate. The sun is just starting to set and your
friends are with you to make sure you go inside. You hop the fence, and walk through the
yard. It is so old and overgrown that everything is half dead and half wild. You reach the
house and walk up the old wood steps to the door. The door is an old french door with large
and once beautiful glass viewing panes in the middle. You try to look through the window but
it's so covered in dust on the inside that you can't see anything.
You look back to your friends and they say "GO!", giggling and pointing at you. You turn
back forward and there is a swipe in the dust of the window that was not there before...
You lost your bet, so you have no choice but to go inside, so you try the door. It opens,
slowly. Years of dust and no use have made the door hard to open, but you succeed.
You take out your flashlight from your backpack and turn it on. This place is so dusty and
surely was once beautiful. You step inside, shutting the door behind you.
In front of you is a large room. With chairs and tables along the walls, a big double
staircase that starts on the side and meets in the middle and a big chandelier in the
center, having fallen tot he floor after years without maintence. You walk up to the
chandelier, shining your light on it and touch one of it's crystals, but suddenly someone
taps your shoulder. Turning around, there is nothing there. Creepy, but you can't back out.
You walk under the stairway and find a kitchen. All of the cuboards are open and empty. Not
finding anything else really interesting, and avoiding the basement all together, you head
upstairs. There is a door in center of the stairs, but also halways to the left and right.
You try the center door but it is locked so you head down the right halway. There are many
rooms. Many doors. Kind of unusual for a home, but you don't know anything about this place
apart from the rumors.
Walking along the halway you keep trying to open doors but they are locked. Finally you find
a door and the knob turns. You slowly turn the knob and then you hear a sound, stopping dead
in your tracks. A woman moaning in the room. mmmm mmmm ahhhm. BAM! The door flies open on
its own and you see a bed with the sheets in the air. They fall and rest on the bed. The
room is empty.
You are creeped out by what you heard, but you also don't want to explore anymore doors. Who
know's what could be in them. you just want to finish your night here and leave as soon as
you can. You check your watch. 7:30pm.... You've only been here 20 minutes. You open your
pack and take out a camping lamp and turn it on. The room is a little dusty, but otherwise
pretty clean and well kept. You spread your blanket over the bed and throw down a pillow.
You brought it, but you don't think you'll be able to fall asleep alone here.
So you sit down on the bed and take out some food. Leftover adobo and rice you brought with
you. You are eating your food when you hear a light knock at the door. You freeze,
terrified. "Miss. Missssss. We aren't allowed to bring food to the rooms.", a woman's voice
says. "Hello?", you ask. "Open the door I'll sneak it out for you". You walk to the door,
shaking yet curious who it is. You open the door and nobody is there. You call out, but
there is no reply. You close the door and return to the bed, but your food is gone...
;( She stole your food! The bitch. Upset and hungry, you get under your blanket and read a
book.
You wake up in the dark. You must of fallen asleep reading and your lamp battery must of
died as well. But you very soon notice someone cuddled against you under the blanket.
Laying on top of your chest, pressing your breasts down with... breasts. A woman is cuddling
you in this bed. "You're finally awake.", She says, "Now it's time to play." You feel a hand
slip into your shorts. You don't want it but she is laying on top of you holding you down.
"No. No no no. NO!", you cry, but she just shh's you and then kisses you deeply. Silencing
all your calls. Her fingers slowly run circles over your pussy lips. Lightly brushing your
clit. You are being forced into it but it's starting to feel really good. She slips her hand
under your panties and and runs her ice cold fingers through the lips. Soon she is rubbing
your clit fast. Her mouth still clamped onto yours, invading your mouth with her tongue as
she rubs you.
You feel your orgasm building. She senses it and goes faster. Rubbing your clit like crazy.
Rubbing you harder. Every time she knows you are closer to cumming to goes faster and
harder. Going so wild on you, your breathing and moaning so loud and heavy. You're about to
cum. You are going to explode and cum all over her hand. You feel it, any second it's going
to happen. Just a little mor.... She stops. She pulls her hand out of your pants. Denying
your orgasm.
You feel your shorts and panties pulled off of you. She adjusts so her hips are against
yours. Now you feel it. A big hard cock. This woman has a cock! Wtf you say, and she
responds by filling your mouth with her tongue again. You feel that fat cock head pressing
against your pussy lips. You feel it's big, you are terrified of it. And it slowly pushes
it's way in. Sliding in, you feel the head work it's way down the shaft of your pussy untill
her pelvis is against yours. But you can't feel any balls where you'd expect.
She starts to move. Sliding her cock in and out of you. This massive thing fucking you. She
starts to go faster, and grabs your nipples roughly. Fucking you harder and harder. She
starts to grunt as she fucks you. Growling like and animal. Thrusting faster and harder.
Squeezing your boobs harder. It doesn't feel good but its so animal it makes you crazy.
You can tell shes going to cum. She's going to explode her/his/its? cum inside you. This
while beast is about to fill you. She's going crazy fast. Her womanly howls loud and she
starts to cum. You feel it squirt inside. Hot yet ice cold and with such force! Spurt after
spurt blasts inside you.
"What's this!", a man's voice says as she continually pumps cum in your pussy. "Employees
are not permitted to have sex with other employees!", he says. Swoooosh. The room is bright
yellow as the woman vaporizes into particles. She's gone along with the cum she pumped you
full of. The room is light now. The light above is on. Before you stands a man wearing a
black suit with a red tie. Clean faced with his hair slicked back. He must be the owner of
this place... or once was. "I'm not am employee here sir, I only came for the night", you
say. "Well you have just cost me an employee, so now you must replace her. She was my best
you know.", he says. "But I don't want to work here", you reply.
Ignoring what you said, "Now I must assess your worth".
You are lifted. Lifted by some magic out of the bed. Some invisible force pulls your clothes
off leaving you naked. "Hmmm. Not bad, not bad."
Your suspended in air, naked in front of this man. His pants come down on their own and you
see his limp cock. You watch in amazement as it floats up and hardens in mere seconds. You
are turned and layed on your back mid air. You float closer untill you are just inches from
his cock. "Hmm very good", he says and then slaps your pussy with his cock hard. "Ahhhhh",
you say. He slaps it again, and again. Then he puts it inside. Sliding it inside you. He
grabs your hips and is immediatly fucking you fast. You are glad for the woman before who
made you crazily wet or this would hurt. He's ramming you so hard. Like only a machine could
do.
Slamming your pussy with his huge cock. It feels so fucking good. You want more. You want it
all, right now. You fly off him a foot and are flipped onto your stomach. Then fly right
back on his cock with fast huge hard force. Now he grabs you and fucks you even harder and
faster now. you are moaning like crazy now. It's so good. Soooo good. His cock slams over
your gspot with every thrust he gives you.
Now he pulls out. You can feel your juices. They are moving, flowing out of your pussy. you
look back and see the fluid coming out and then in moves back to you, it pushes against your
ass and goes inside it. WOW, you think. Thats crazy.
Then, even more to your amazement you see a second cock grow from the man. WOW.
He places then to both of your holes and slides inside. You are amazed at how easily your
ass swallows his new cock. You feel so good as you are double stuff. So filled with cock.
He fucks you faster. Fucks you harder and harder. Now he is moaning with you. He's going to
cum and you are long overdue for your cum. Teased for so long by both of these strangers. He
fucks your tight holes with his fat cock and finally says, "TAKE IT". You feel his cum flood
iside you. Filling your holes. His twitching cocks send you over the edge and you have the
greatest orgasm you have ever had in your life. You moan and your whole body shakes
uncontrollably. You've never felt this before and you want more and more and more.It's too
good. Too intense. Amazing and you pass out.
You wake up sometime later. A collar around your neck and a leash attached to the bed. Ready
to serve your new master. Ready to work for him. Forever in this place. As a slave, a toy,
used and given ultimate pleasure. It seems that the rumors of this place were true, and you
are happy. | 2 | 0 | 5 |
NSFW [WP] We're traveling on a train through the European countryside. It's 1946. We're seated near each other in the dining car. I am alone. You are with your wife.... | I was assigned to a position with one of the reconstruction banks in the British occupied Zone of West Germany. I would be there for at least 2 years, but it was a good opportunity for future advancement. The Government paid to pack up my own and my wife’s belongings to be moved as well as a 1st class train ticket. I had been looking forward to the trip because it would be a luxurious treat. Things had been strained between my wife and I for some time. I had been travelling non-stop since the start of the war and had barely seen my wife for five years. We had grown apart and even simple acts of intimacy were now impossible. I still had a great deal of affection for her and I hoped that the move would bring us closer.
The journey to France was uneventful, spent in silence as my wife read silently behind me. After the ferry crossing we boarded another train, noting the opulence of the 1st class section, seeming strange amongst the deprivations of the war torn country around us. Our sleeper cabin must have been built before the war. It was richly decorated with embroidered fabrics and ornate light fixtures. There were two small beds, on top of the other, fitted with comfortable blankets. The crew of servants made sure we wanted for nothing. Delicious snacks, drinks and reading materials we provided to satisfy our every need.
Our progress across the continent was slow with constant interruptions caused by coal shortages and unrepaired track damage from the war. By dusk we had only just left Paris and one of the attendants stopped by to let us know that dinner would be served soon in the dining car. We changed quickly, my wife putting on a conservative black dress, and me a dinner jacket. I stole brief glances of her body, but she hid it from me and scowled when she noticed my gaze.
The tables in the dining car seated four, my wife and I were shown to a table with a woman already seated at it. I first noticed her striking red dress and beautiful shiny hair. She stared out of the window with a glass of wine in her hand, smiling warmly as she noticed us approaching. After introductions, she greeted us in the usual French fashion, kissing us both on both cheeks. My wife seemed embarrassed, almost shying away from her lips. I did not and enjoyed the warmth of her face coming close to mine, the smell of her perfume sending my head spinning. Her lips parted slightly as we connected, and maybe lingered slightly too long. Her name was Èliane, and she was a cabaret singer heading from Paris to Frankfurt. I could tell from my wife’s face that she did not care for the woman. She sat in silence, positively exuding distain from every pore.
Dinner was wonderful, once I had decided to ignore my wife, Èliane and I talked endlessly about the war, our families and the purpose of our travel. We flirted with our eyes and at times she leaned in and touched my hands to emphasize a point.
My wife had a few too many glasses of wine. She made a point of announcing that she was going back to bed. After making my excuses to my new friend, I walked her back and helped her into bed. She immediately passed out and began snoring. Talking to Èliane had made my blood run hot and I want to kiss my wide and take her right then but I knew she would angrily rebuff my advances.
I sat on the bed and became aware of my cock, slightly swollen and pulsing gently. I abruptly stood and walked out of the cabin. I returned to the dining car, which was now empty apart from some waiters clearing the last remaining dishes. Disappointed, I asked one of the workers if they knew where I could find Èliane. He smiled and beckoned for me to follow.
He led me down the train to a cabin, bowed slightly and bid me good night. I nervously knocked with three quiet taps. After some rustling Èliane opened the door. She was silhouetted against the warm glow coming from inside the room. She did not seem surprised to see me and quickly pulled me inside. She made small talk about a night cap of the brandy she carried with her, leaning over her luggage to find it. I could not resist her any longer and came up behind her. Sensing my presence the stood up. I could feel the warmth and curves of her body though the delicate contact between us. I put my hands on her hips and enjoyed the heavy silky texture of her dress. She sighed and I brushed the hair away from the side of her face. And leaned in, breathing her scent in deeply. I lightly brushed my lips on the outline of her ear, tracing its line with my tongue. I whispered in her ear softly and deeply
“I want you”
She leaned away from me to give me access to her neck which I showered with lingering kisses as my hand slid up to her breasts. I caressed their shape searching for her nipple which I rolled gently between my fingers. She leaned back, pressing her weight against me, no doubt feeling my hard cock which nestled itself just above her buttocks.
I unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor as she turned to kiss me. We savored the sensations as it felt like time itself had no meaning. I looked down and drank in the sight of the beautiful French lingerie she was wearing. I noticed the silkiness of her slip shimmering in the warm glow of the lights and the contrast of the delicate lace trimming against her skin. Staring into her eyes I took off my jacket and lifted the slip over her head. The black basque underneath was so perfectly filled by her body that my cock began to tingle and a rush of passion overtook me. I kissed her hard and ran my hands all over her body relishing the contrasting textures of her lace underwear, her smooth pale skin, and silky grey stockings. She reached between us and began caressing my cock with a delicate but skillful touch, drawing pre cum from my balls in such quantities that she must have felt its dampness. I picked her up and laid her on the bed, taking one last look before joining her. Our passion increased and she removed my remaining clothes as I fumbled to release her breasts. I sucked on her nipples until she released a guttural moan. I trailed my kisses down her body breathing the scent of her arousal deeply. I teased her by kissing her thighs gently and she bucked her hips to try to have me kiss her pussy. After holding back as long as I could stand, I succumbed to my hunger and began to lick her pussy. She squirmed and breathed deeply as I ran the flat of my tongue over her clit. The intensity of her movements increased as I slipped first one, then two fingers inside her hot, velvety pussy. She was soaked and her juices quickly coated my hand. I laid my head down between her thighs and languidly stroked her pussy with my tongue while pumping my fingers in and out of her slick hole. She moved and started to get up onto her knees, following her pussy with my mouth, I twisted and ended up on my back. She began to ride my face, grinding and sliding her sopping pussy over my lips, tongue and nose. I had never been more aroused by the smell, taste, sounds and sensation of the moment. I reached up and gripped her buttocks tightly and pulled her even tighter to my face. Her whimpers grew to a fever pitch and I could sense an orgasm approaching. In her ecstasy she reached down, grabbed the base of my cock and just held it as the wild bucking of her frenzy gave way to smaller shudders of pleasure.
I relaxed and allowed her to enjoy her orgasm, occasionally teasing her by flicking her clit with my tongue, which would bring renewed whimpers and tremors from her body. My balls felt like they were boiling from her touch and I could tell that pre-cum was flowing freely down my shaft onto her hand. When her orgasm subsided she crouched down and began licking my cock as if it were a lollipop. I held back as long as I could but I had to be inside her. I laid her down and entered her as slowly as I could manage. My passion was at a fever pitch and soon I was thrusting my full stroke into her at an increasing pace. Her pussy was on fire, as was my cock. She began giving small cries of pleasure as I reached full depth. I was now on sensory overload, her noises, the smell of her was still on my face, and the sensation from my cock were incredible. The feeling of our bodies close together, the lace of her lingerie caressed my chest as it rubbed between us. Her silky stockings were now wrapped around my back drawing me in. I could hold back no longer and began fucking her like an animal, when I felt her begin to quiver and buck in orgasm, my whole body seemed to pulse and I came harder than I ever had before.
We laid like that for some time, my cock shrinking and falling from her body. I am sure we could have done it again immediately but we both seemed to know it was over. We talked for a short while and I explained the situation with my wife. She told me to fuck her like I had just done, to take her totally. This would make her feel like an attractive sexual being and hopefully bring back the intimacy between us. I dressed and kissed her goodnight before returning to my cabin and my wife. I think of Èliane often. I will always be grateful to her because her advice probably saved our marriage.
| 3 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] An elderly man rescues a beautiful woman and begins to bond with her. | His dog actually found her. She was in the woods near the highway. There was a cut on her head and he could see the expensive car wrecked into the guard rail not far away.
He checked her and she was cold but not badly injured. He placed a coat over her and checked the car. The man was dead. He didn't find a purse and so he went back to her and carried her deep into the woods where he lived alone with his dog.
Tracey Noggins wasn't rich, nor poor, neither smart nor ignorant. He'd lived a long life, served his country, made a decent living and retired here to live out his days. He'd never married and had no kids to take up where he figured he'd eventually leave off.
The girl was stunning. He'd not ever been this close to someone that looked like they'd come from a TV show. He'd seen pretty girls aplenty, but this woman was an order of magnitude up from that.
He'd treated the small cuts and the bump on her head and left her to sleep in the only bed he had. He checked on her and she didn't have a fever or seem to have any broken bones. That Army first aid training paid off for the first time in forty years.
His dog Louie barked when she started to move. "Where am I?" was understandably her first question. He sat on the bed next to her, "You are in my home. I live near the highway where you were in an accident. The man in the car didn't make it. I'm Tracey. Pleased to meet you..."
The look on her face was one of puzzled confusion, "Pam," she said, "No, Paula, or is it Pria...I'm not sure."
"Don't matter much, Pam'll do for now," Tracey said, "I have a phone if you have someone to call. I'm afraid I didn't find a purse with you. We can go back out and look again tomorrow, but its dark now."
He handed her a glass of water and a small plate with a few saltines and some cheese. "Take it easy and don't rush. You took a bad hit to the head, Pam."
Louie pushed up and she petted the Labrador reflexively. Tracey's assessment of her went up a notch. Louie didn't like many people automatically. She smiled at the dog and he licked her fingers which made her laugh. "Louie likes you, and not just 'cause you got cracker crumbs on your fingers," Tracey laughed.
She rubbed the dog's head affectionately, "I remember having a dog as a kid, but it seems like a long time ago."
She looked into Tracey's eyes with bright young eyes decorated in fashionable makeup. Even through the parts he'd cleaned her sincerity showed when she said, "Look, I appreciate the trouble you are going to here. And I promise I will make it up somehow."
"No trouble at all," Tracey said, feeling every bit of his 60 years, "You can take as much time as you need. The bathroom is there and there's soap and towels. I left out a flannel shirt and a pair of sweats for you. That dress has seen better days. I'll be out there watching TV if you need something."
She leaned over and kissed him. It wasn't sexy or particularly affectionate, but it was genuine. He smiled, "You'll be fine." he said and headed out to the living room with Louie following.
She was a little confused still, her head swam and her memories felt jumbled and unclear. She remembered the Mercedes and riding along. She knew the man but he wasn't her boyfriend (or husband, there wasn't a ring). He'd picked her up in the city at a hotel.
She started to take off the dress, and Tracey wasn't exaggerating about its condition. It was cut in places and it was clear that Tracey had been trying to be careful with his bandages so as not to do more damage. She had bruises too. Deep ones on her side and legs. She remembered a fight...or was it? She sort of remembered enjoying it.
She folded the dress and headed to the bathroom where she scrubbed off the dirt, blood, and makeup. Her hair needed a good wash and all of the nice curls and style washed down the drain with the shampoo. Tracey's supplies were adequate, but a good brush and some more product would need to be added if she was going to stay here too much longer.
Traceys' shirt proved enough outfit. She swam in it. With Bra and panties underneath she was still warm and covered modestly enough. The sweats were too long and baggy anyways. She wandered back out to the living room where Tracey was watching something on the History Channel.
She sat on the couch next to his easy chair and rubbed Louie's belly. Louie was happy to share the space with her. "Wow, Pam, you are still a stunner without the makeup on," Tracey said and Pam blushed.
"Thanks, Tracey, mind if I sit up with you a while, My head's still a bit weird," she said.
Tracey shook his head. "So what's your story?" she asked.
Tracy sucked in his breath and then took a pull on his beer, "Nothin' to tell, really. Born in '53, went to Vietnam in '72, Came back in '74 and finished up my term. Went to school but dropped out and went to work building cars instead. Stayed single and retired four years ago. Now it's just me and Louie."
Pam reached over an placed a hand on his, "Single? A handsome guy like you?"
Tracey laughed. He wasn't handsome. Even at 60 he was still somewhat fit. He kept active, walking as well as working hard to keep up the land around his cabin. But he was hatchet-faced with hard lines and dark inset eyes. His mouth was a hard slash with thin lips and his grey hair was artless and limp. Occasionally, when he smiled (as he was now) he had a certain rugged charm, but handsome wasn't the right word by a long shot.
"You are a sweet girl to flatter an old man like that," he said.
She slid over and ran her hand down into his crotch, "I can tell you I've been with a lot less attractive men than you, Tracey. And I don't owe any of them my life."
She licked her lips and Tracey and 'Pam' looked into each other's eyes. Tracey was looking hard to determine if this was some sort of trick or trap, a way to take advantage of his kindness. Pam was trying to read if this was too much too soon. She'd remembered something about her past and she did owe this man. More than he knew.
Tracey decided he'd been alone too long and relented, "I can't say I've ever been with anyone as beautiful as you. Plenty uglier, though," he laughed and it broke the tension.
Pam got up and curled into Tracey's lap in the chair. She was suddenly struck by how hard his muscles were. She could feel the definition of his abs through the flannel and his arms were like steel bars. She pushed a hand under the soft shirt and felt the solid pecs. "Tracey, you are ripped!" she said with surprise.
He lifted her as if she were weightless and held her up in his arms. "I spent 35 years building cars, you have to have a lot of strength to move steel and aluminum body parts."
She nodded her approval as he said, "You got some nice parts too. All natural, too, looks like."
She smiled, It was nice when people noticed. "Want to examine closer?" She didn't wait for an answer. Climbing down she deftly opened the shirt and let it drop to the floor. Even with damp hair hanging limply down her back and dried blood on her bra she was a knockout. Tracey whistled. "You are like a *Playboy* model," he said appreciatively.
"Please," she said confidently, "*Playboy* models are amateurs." With a grin she leaned forward and undid Tracey's belt and pulled his pants open in a practiced maneuver. "I am a total Pro."
Tracey started to object but then stopped himself. Who was he to judge her? He hadn't paid for nor asked for this encounter. In fact, he kind of liked the girl. She was smart, confident and very pretty. If this went the way it looked like it was going to go, then who was he to complain. His conscience got the better of him.
"Are you sure you are up to this?" Tracey asked, carefully, "You were in a car accident just a few hours ago."
Pam was standing over him with his belt clamped in her teeth and with one hand on his unbuttoned shirt. She paused a long second, "I am if you are," she finally said.
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[WP] An elderly man rescues a beautiful woman and begins to bond with her. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] Lesbians at tabletop gaming night. | "Jasmine, your character *Faewind* sees the orcs approaching to the East," the DM said.
"I'll cast *Wall of Fire* to buy us some time. Afterwards I'll turn to Hangrid and see if he's got any ideas," Jasmine said.
Amy said, "You might have asked Hangrid for ideas before doing something so aggressive. He might have suggested moving to higher ground or just charging in to take them out. I'm pretty sure my 14th level barbarian can take a bunch of Orcs. No need to cast the spell."
Jasmine smiled and kissed Amy, "I love it when you get all 'mannish' at me."
Amy for her part kissed back, "I am the butch one in this relationship," she joked.
The DM cleared his throat, "The game, please."
Jasmine asked, "Wall of fire lasts as long as I am concentrating on it, right?"
The DM nodded, "But you can't maintain concentration and fight."
Amy reached around Jasmine and squeezed her breasts, "Can she concentrate if I do this?"
Jasmine purred, "I can try," she said in a low pleasured voice.
The DM had been playing D&D with these two for weeks, and while they were affectionate at the table, they'd not been *this* affectionate. "Um...probably...as long as you don't try to surprise her," he said uncertainly.
Jasmine reached back and rubbed her hand inside Amy's shirt, "I can still do slow deliberate actions while concentrating, too, if I remember," she said, clearly not concentrating on her spell at all.
The DM could feel himself getting distracted, but he wasn't sure if that was something he wanted to interrupt. "Mm-hmm," he murmured.
Amy moved around and knelt under the table. The DM heard the snap on Jasmine's short open and the sipper being drawn down. "I'll prepare myself for battle," Amy said from under the table, "This will require me to spend at least two rounds getting worked up."
Jasmine bit her lip, "My Wall will last another 14 rounds after I stop concentrating on it. So I'm going to cast a few ...hmmm...protection...spells." It was obvious that Jasmine had lost concentration.
The DM was not sure what to do, he was getting as turned on as these two and while he wasn't able to see much he could hear (and worse yet) imagine what was happening under the table. "The Orc shaman will try to remove the wall," he said grabbing a random die and rolling it. He was sure they weren't watching it. He didn't even look at it himself, "He fails."
Jasmine was starting to pant and moan low in her throat, "Protection from Arrows" she managed to choke out.
Amy said, "Still working up," from under the table.
"I'll say," Jasmine said, "Don't stop doing that. For God's sake don't stop...I'll protect us."
The DM said, "Good thing, Arrows fly over the wall and cluster around your position. The protection holds. You have 9 rounds left."
It was probably more like 12 or 13 rounds, but none of them were really counting. His own hard-on was straining his jeans and he was having to make his own saving-throw to resist pulling it out and stroking it. Jasmine was starting to flush and squirm in her seat. They sat there, quietly listening to Amy's wet noises under the table and Jasmine's moans of ecstasy.
"Um, Amy your rounds are up," the DM said reluctantly.
"How many..." Amy started to say before Jasmine grabbed her head and pulled her back into her wet cunt. Jasmine quivered and came clutching Amy tightly into her. She didn't scream but she did make an animalistic growl of pleasure that slowly faded away as she relaxed and released Amy's head.
The DM heard a gasp for air under the table. "...rounds before the wall drops?"
Amy came out from under the table and received a kiss of reward. She wiped her mouth with a paper towel, while the DM paused, "Um, 7 rounds," he guessed.
Jasmine jumped up and grabbed Amy's hand, "Plenty of time," she said and headed to the bedroom.
The DM watched them exit. "That's fine. I need a bathroom break, myself," he said, hobbling to the toilet.
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Mother of a sorority girl finds herself at a college party | Zach could hardly believe Jennifer was still talking to him. He thought for sure she would've left after they watched her daughter Emily leave the party with her legs around some dude's waist. His mind was racing with the possible implications, most of which were born from watching way too much porn.
"So, you're in a fraternity?" she asked.
"Oh, no. I never saw the point, you know? Why let a bunch of guys tell me what to do?"
"Hmm..." she brushed a few red-gold strands of hair over her shoulder, drawing Zach's eyes to her ample chest. That poor sweater was so tight it had to be begging for mercy.
"Hmm?"
"Oh, just thinking." She cocked her head to the side and looked him up and down. It was impossible not to feel self-conscious, but she didn't look displeased. In fact, she looked... hungry. "I've probably had too much to drink, since I'm thinking that having guys telling me what to do doesn't sound so bad."
That couldn't possibly mean what he thought it meant. "Guys? Like... plural? You mean at work or something?"
He felt his libido twitch when she grinned and winked at him. She opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted.
"Hey Zach! Dude this party is terri-" the newcomer took a second to stare at Jennifer, "-bly awesome. Hi, I'm James, and you're way too pretty to be here."
"I'm Jennifer, and you're pretty quick on your feet, James."
Great, yet again, James had cockblocked him. Zach knew it was never on purpose, but come *on*!
"It's the beer, I promise. Yours, not mine, of course."
Zach rolled his eyes and started to leave, but her arm slid around his waist. "Zach? You think James would want to come with us?"
What was she talking about? "Come with us... where?"
She giggled and set her drink down. "Upstairs, remember? We were talking about guys telling me what to do..." she trailed off and gave a shy look up into his eyes.
She was serious. Holy shit. For once, James was speechless too. "Um..."
"You're right, let's just go and if he follows he follows." She held out her hand, "Take me."
Fuck... this was really happening. Zach's mind felt foggy as he pulled her through the throng of partyers. The whole situation was surreal. Next thing he knew, they were in an unoccupied bedroom. James closed the door behind them.
"So... what exactly are we doing? I kinda came in in the middle..." he said.
Jennifer's face was flushed with excitement when she stepped towards the bed, leading each boy by a hand. "Oh no, coming in the middle is my job. Mmm... and to think, I almost didn't come to this party. I can pretend I'm back in college for one night... right?" Her hands were undoing Zach's pants as she pushed James to sit on the bed.
"Holy shit," Zach said as she pulled his boxers down to expose his rock-hard cock.
"Holy shit is right... someone's excited, hmm? And what about you?" She turned to James who was throwing the last of his clothes to the floor. "Oh my," she gripped one of them in each hand, "You boys sure know how to make a woman feel wanted."
Zach gasped a bit when she started sliding her hand up and down his shaft, and she smirked at him. He and James quickly unbuttoned her sweater to let free the most beautiful pair of tits he had ever seen. Each one easily more than enough for both his hands; he made sure to check.
She bent down suddenly and took Zach's cock into her mouth. Her tongue was like a whirlwind of pleasure, and he was only too eager to be sucked in. His hands instinctively pulled her head closer until every bit of him was buried in her throat. She held him there for a couple seconds before looking up with a smile.
"Mmm it's been way too long since I've had a big, tasty cock in my throat."
James turned her towards him, "Well, now you can have your fill," and he pulled her eager mouth onto his own.
He groaned while she sucked on him hungrily. Zach knelt and slid her tight pants off, exposing a well-toned ass. Zach could hear her squealing even with her mouth full of James when he slid into her from behind.
She wasn't quite as tight as the girls from school, but there was no doubt she was *way* hotter. He gripped her waist and pulled her hard into each thrust. She was moaning so loud he was sure people outside the room could hear her. He didn't care.
James pulled her onto the bed, where she laid on her back, head hanging off the side. Just as he lined himself up to enter her, she looked up at him and said, "No pussy for you, James. That's Zach's." She spread her legs wide, "Now, get that cock in my ass." She didn't even wait for him to comply before letting her head hang upside down again and pulling Zach back into her mouth.
The vibrations of her ecstatic moan when James slid deep into her ass made Zach's eyes roll back for a moment. He leaned down to suck on one of her perfect, pink nipples while gently thrusting down her throat.
It was a hell of a sight. This woman who would've been considered nothing more than an addition to his mental MILF-bank under any other circumstances, now with Zach fucking her mouth and James balls deep in her ass, luscious tits bouncing between them... it was almost too much.
She pulled him out of her mouth and sat up. James lay down on the bed, and she didn't hesitate before sitting on him, her asshole sliding easily down his whole length. She smirked and raised an eyebrow. "You want some more of my pussy, Zach?
He didn't wait to be asked twice, and shoved himself inside of her. Her eyes widened and she gasped. "Fuck... so... full... I love it... Give me everything, boys. Fill me up."
Zach could feel James bucking up into her from beneath, and he gave everything he could to slamming his cock into her soaking pussy. He squeezed her tits hard and she screamed even louder.
Less than a minute passed before his knees got weak and pleasure exploded from the head of his dick. She shook and squealed between the two of them, as they each filled her with their cum.
Zach gave one last hard thrust, making her moan once more. "Mmm... Zach... you are even better than Emily said you were."
"Wait... what?" | 6 | 0 | 8 |
[WP] A wealthy man is caught by caught making love to his significant other's friend on their estate. | Wednesday. Blessed Wednesday. Wednesday when I see you, my love. Wednesday, when the staff has the day off.
Lindsay, my love, it feels like an eternity since I've seen you.
Wednesday, when we meet at the large pine tree and find a quiet spot in the forest. The forest on the Estate is beautiful. But not today, my love. I have found us a better place.
I wish we could meet at the Big House, I wish I could let you in one of the big rooms and spread you over the expensive rugs, but even on Wednesdays, we can't risk being seen together. Not everyone is out on Wednesdays.
I'm taking you to a new place, Lindsay, my love, and I think you'll like it. A place where we can be alone, you and I, and not fear being seen.
Oh, how I've missed you. I missed spreading your tight little buttocks. I missed feeling you tighten around me when I enter you. I missed your hands holding my manhood. You've always had a lady's hands. No one at the Big House has hands like yours.
Here it is. Be careful, it's dark. I found this after our last escapade. And old chalk mine. No one will find us here.
Oh Lindsay, my love, it's been so long since I've tasted your soft lips. Kiss me, while I feel your warm and strong body against mine. Can you feel me against you? I've been hard since I left the Big House to meet you.
I can feel your excitement too. You're pushing back against me. You just can't wait, can you?
Well, Linsday, you first. That's it. Lick me. Suck me. Rub me. Let me fuck that little mouth of yours. It feels so nice, you know? You at my knees, and me, shoving into your throat, in this pitch-black cave?
Do you think her Ladyship ever gets this from his Lordship? Or is that something only us servants do?
I'm ready for you now, Lindsay, my love, all wet and slick. Turn around, and let me feel those buttcheeks. Have I told you how much I've missed them, spreading them with both hands, kneading them, and pushing against your pink hole?
I can feel you resist, then slowly give way. I can feel how hard you've just become. Oh, Lindsay, this is divine. Can you feel me shiver in pleasure? I could lose myself inside you, for all eternity.
. - . - .
There was some rustling at the entrance of the cave.
The two men froze, hearts pounding in their ears. Fear rippled down their spines. If they were found out, that was not only the end of their employment. They would probably end up in prison for their sin.
Lindsay held his breath, trying to stay quiet in spite of the throbbing member inside him.
The rustling drew nearer. Then a giggle.
"Shhh! Be quiet!" said a man's voice.
"Why? There's no one here! Or do you think your wife will hear us?" a young woman's voice replied.
"Do not mention her, dear. You're the only one who matters."
"Yes, my lord."
The rustling went down a corridor. The two were clearly familiar with the surroundings.
There was some more giggling.
"Oh, I love when you kiss me like that. And take my breasts. I love it when you fondle them."
There was a soft moan.
"Oh yes... bite them... oh... bite them harder!"
The moan grew louder.
"Now, let me taste you."
"Oh, yes, my Lord... that feels so nice. Touch my thighs... it feels nice when you run your fingers along my thighs... yes... just like that... oh God, yes, lick me. Lick me along my slit. Lick me from my clit all the way down... oooh yes, that's nice... that feels so nice... don't stop... oh yes... oh...ohoh yes... I like that... suck on me... you can bite it too, you know... don't be afraid... OOOhh... gosh that feels nice... Oh! What..!"
The last two words mixed surprise and alarm.
"Do you not like this, my doll?... Do you not like it when I play with your asshole, you dirty girl?"
She let out a submissive moan.
"You don't like it when I lick your asshole?"
"My Lord... I don't ... I don't know..."
"You prefer that I lick your pussy?"
"Yes..."
"Yes?"
"Yes, my Lord... please lick my pussy... please, my Lord... oh yes... oh.. thank you... oh yes..."
The moans went on for another few minutes.
"Come up... I want to feel you inside me... oh... I like this rubbing... oh... yes... but I want you inside... please stop teasing... oh please..."
"Get on your knees... good. Now push your rear towards me... good girl... ooh yeah... you're so wet... oh you're still so tight... oh my dear, you feel so good... oh yes... tell me how you like this... moan for me, my love..."
Her soft moans grew louder.
"Oh yes... that's it... scream for me... "
"Oh yes... OH YES!!... Fuck me harder!... Harder!... Fuck me like a whore, I want to feel you inside me... OH YEAH! Fuck me deeper... oh that feels so good!"
Her screams of pleasure echoed through the pitch-black tunnels.
. - . - .
Well, Lindsay, how's that for spice? I can feel this excites you as much as me. Won't you scream too, like that other little slut?
Can you feel me move? Can you feel me push into you? Deeper, and deeper, stretching you?
Feel me fucking you, back and forth... God this feels good...
I can feel you shaking. Is it the pleasure of me filling you, or are you scared to make a sound?
Lindsay, Lindsay, this is more fun than I thought!
I can feel you tightening around me, pulsing. I guess you're enjoying this as well. How does it feel, listening to your mistress scream in pleasure?
Oh, this is fantastic. I do not lean towards the fairer sex, but I must say, her screams are delightful. It sounds like she'll reach climax anytime now...
Oh yes... oh... She's setting the pace, I think. I can feel you're close, Lindsay, and I'm about to shoot my load as well.
Oh yes.. OH ... OOOOHHH YEAH.... | 5 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] Turn me. | I watched you, reading a book by candlelight while you relaxed in your bed. The glow hit your perfectly shaped face as I stared through your window. My presence hidden by the reflective properties as I got so close to the glass that my breath fogged it up and the hair on my face brushed the surface.
Tonight was the perfect night. A full moon, cloudless sky, and I saw how sluggishly you walked that day wanting so badly to go to your bed and tire your eyes with a book. Frankenstien, ironically, was what you read, and you held the pages so close that I thought you would be sucked into it and disappear forever.
I waited patiently for you to put a thin strip of clothe between the pages and close the book. I didn't dare leave until you blew out the candle and laid your head down facing away from the window. I sprinted around you house until I found the big window that you always used to gaze out of as a child. One advantage of this form is the natural stealth of the beast, which made it easy to slide up the wooden frame and slip in unnoticed.
My claws lightly tapped on the floor boards as I crept to your room and peered in to face my prey. My eyes were keen in the dark, I could see your breath as the cold air lifted it up, and your chest moving ever so slightly back and forth. As I grew ever nearer, I could smell the smoke from the candle and your sweet perfume of peaches.
I swept over to your side and my massive body loomed over the peaceful existence in front of me. Every memory I had of you ran through my mind as I took you up in my arms and pierced your skin with my sharp fangs. With this I would make you mine. With this you would fulfill all my desires.
At first you struggled, but only for a very short time. As soon as my cursed saliva flowed into your veins, you relaxed once more. This time the relaxation was much more intense, like you had been released from all worldly sorrows, as I was when I was turned. I laid you back down gently onto your bed and watched your peaceful face for a moment more.
I was woken from my hypnotism by a sound of stirring form the other room. In a moment of desperation I gathered up your motionless body and snuck out the window in your room. I took you to a hidden place in the woods, somewhere you would never be found. Before I turned away to go hunt down those who would threaten my plan, I see hair growing from every inch of exposed skin on your body.
I smile my canine smile and head back into town. | 6 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] Turn me. | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] Helpless girl gets kidnapped by gruesome monsters. | "Well, come in, what are you waiting for?"
She ran into the crystal clear water with a tube under her arm.
"Stop being so worried! There are barely any waves here! Nevermind what they said at the hotel, this place is perfect!"
He wouldn't come. The receptionnist has clearly said this part of the coast was tricky. Drownings and stuff.
"Whatever, I'm going by myself then!"
She splashed the water around her. It was so clear you could see all the way to the bottom, and all the coral reefs in the distance. This place was perfect.
She let herself float, slowly, away from the beach, her tube keeping her afloat. The beach sloped rather steeply into the water. There were beautiful corals a hundred yards away, towards which she swam. The salty ocean water moved lazily around her, and a soft breeze was blowing. The day was beautiful.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sun on her face, her weightless body in the sea, the salty smell of the ocean.
"Ugh!"
She opened her eyes. She had drifted into a patch of leafy seeweed, and the long slimy strands were running against her legs. She grimaced. Gross!
She gave a few kicks to push herself out of the patch, but felt her feet getting tangled in the long leaves. She tried to swim away, but couldn't.
She was stuck in something.
She felt her foot firmly caught in the vine-like seaweed. She kicked, trying to rip the fronds from her foot, but it only seemed to become tighter.
This worried her, and she frantically kick her feet, to no avail.
She gasped as she felt a sudden tug, was dragged underwater by the foot and slid off her tube. Her heart pounded in her ears as she panicked and flailed her arms, attempting to reach the surface, but whatever was dragging her was stronger.
The increasing pain in her ears indicated she was being taken deeper underwater. Before she had time to recover her senses and see what the creature looked like, she entered an underwater tunnel, and everything became pitch black.
She felt her lungs burn. She was running out of air.
The tunnel was barely large enough for her to pass through. Sharp and slimy rocks scraped against her.
After what seemed an eternity, the tunnel suddenly ended, and she felt herself dragged across a forest of knobbly, branched corals.
Her lungs were about to explode. She breathed out slowly, making her last breath last as long as she could.
Just as she was about to open her mouth and swallow a lungful of water, the creature thrust her upon a sand bank. She gasped.
Air!
She took some moments to recover. It was pitch black and stuffy. She felt the thing on her foot twist itself up her leg, and for the first time realized it was lined with succion cups.
She screamed. The cave responded with an echo that chilled her bones.
She felt giant tentacles move up her legs, and others twisting around her arms, tightly binding her. She was unable to move, now.
The creature slowly heaved itself out of the water, between her legs. She couldn't see it, but felt its cold body against her skin and its weight against her thighs.
Tentacles slithered along her thighs, reaching for her pubis. The movements were slow, and the small succion cups gently massaged her skin.
She felt the pulsating cups through her bikini bottom, and along her sensitive lips. There was a gentle push against the fabric; it was trying to enter her.
Then with the dexterity typical of those animals, the Creature pushed aside the clothing and slid a cold arm along her slit.
She felt a dozen little buds sucking along her labia. In spite of herself, her clit responded and a soft warmth spread through her core.
She tried to relax. She might as well try to enjoy this; there wasn't much else she could do.
With calculated precision, the Creature placed a large sucker over her throbbing clit. Waves of pleasure built up as they pulsed in unison, her clit pushing against the foreign flesh, and every push was met with a slow and gentle sucking motion.
The sensation was delightful. The Creature had a range that no man could ever match. The bud of the sucker matched her clit perfectly, and every pulse was met with a gentle wave running along its length, as if it were giving her clit a handjob. Dozens of other suckers massaged her labia, the tentacle slowly reaching deeper into her flesh.
She was thoroughly wet.
She moaned, and the echo responded. She felt a rush of lust at the sound of her own moan. She moaned again, more sensually.
Soon, her thighs were covered in a pool of slime that were as much from her as from the Creature.
She wondered whether the Creature looked like the tentacle monsters from the hentai she watched online. This thing here felt very much like an octopus. A smile flashed across her lips as she thought of herself, the bride of the Kraken.
The Kraken slowly heaved itself over her, lifted her knees, spread her legs, and slowly parted her labia.
She felt like a giant clam, about to be devoured.
The Kraken positioned itself over her.
She felt cold flesh slowly slide inside her, pushing against her inner wall, throbbing as it filled her. It felt like she was receiving a vaginal massage.
The Kraken found her G spot and firmly pushed against it, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned into the darkness.
She felt a delightful tingling sensation inside her as her orgasm built up. A few firm pulses later, her body shivered in ecstasy as she reached a screaming climax.
The echo was still answering her last call when she realized the tingling sensation became uncomfortable, turning into a burning one.
Ecstasy turned into dread.
She replayed the events in her mind, as images and thoughts flashed through her brain.
Tentacles... Succion cups... Opening her like a clam...
She recalled documentaries about sea life. Starfishes that digested prey by inverting their stomachs out of their mouths...
Drownings and missing people...
The knobbly coral...
She screamed, this time, of terror.
She was being eaten alive, digested from the inside, in a cave full of remains from the Creature's past victims. | 1 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] A young priest is seduced by a succubus. | Peter held the lantern up as he walked further into the catacomb. Benedict had run back up the stairs rambling about dark walkers of the night, or some nonsense. All of that belonged to the ignorant past – soon, the knowledge of Our Lord would shine light into the dark corners of the human mind throughout Europe and all of this mindless fear would evaporate.
Ahead of him, he heard something dragging across the ground. Rats? He stepped forward quickly and confidently, and shouted, “Show yourself! In the name of Christ and the abbey of St. Martin, I demand that you show yourself!”
The dark stone floor seemed to ooze and flow beneath his feet, and Peter froze in shock as it poured upwards, climbing and forming itself into a sinuous human shape. Blobby and crude at first, the figure rapidly smoothed and melted into a beautiful female figure. Feet, hips, breasts, shoulders – all were rounded and perfectly pitch-black. She smiled at him with black lips and stared with black eyes. Her scaly skin gleamed in the shaking lantern’s light.
As Peter watched, horrified, she walked towards him and reached under his robe. He felt her rubbing her palm lightly up his thigh, before she gripped him firmly in a hand far too smooth and cold to be human. At her first touch, all of his other thoughts evaporated. It was wrong, he had vows, he should get the others – but that gentle touch filled his mind and he pushed slowly into her hand. She smiled, showing black teeth, and moved that hand up and down along his rapidly hardening length.
Peter’s hands moved almost on their own as he reached out for her shoulders, rubbing her breasts and working down towards her waist. She pressed her body against him, forcing them both backwards until he could feel the solid stone wall behind him. He heard his robes tearing and suddenly felt something cold and wet envelop his cock. With inhuman strength she mounted him and he gripped her waist for balance as he thrust into her. She giggled and whispered in his ear in a language he’d never heard.
A few hours later, he came to lying on the floor. He couldn’t remember where he was, or why he was down here at this time of night. Some vague memory of a dark … walker … tugged at the corner of his mind. He’d have to go and tell the others.
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[WP] A young priest is seduced by a succubus. | The bell of St Martins tolled dully to mark the eighth hour past noon and Friar Hamlin set down his quill and began to tidy his parchments. He looked down at the half page of text he'd copied with proud delight, his eyes glancing over the perfectly styled text one last time before he closed the shutters and retired to his chamber. His work ended after Mark 14:52 and he let his mind linger considering this mysterious and fascinating passage as he bolted the window and closed up the scriptorium.
He was still deep in contemplation of that strange passage in Mark as he walked down the long stone corridors draped in thick oilskins and bright tapestry, so lost in thought was he that he barely even notice the figure slowly walking towards him in the corridor.
'Excuse me,' the femininity of the voice startled him.
'oh gosh! oh golly, sorry, you've quite flustered me, I uh, um, sorry women aren't usually allowed here...' his eyes struggling to focus in the dim light yet he couldn't fail to see her beauty, she had high cheekbones and thin lips which gave her a stately, noble like appearance which was confirmed by her tall statue and proud posture.
'yes, I'm so sorry, It's just that I'm so in need of a nice monk like you...' she purred,
'oh, uh, well you should see the abbot, we're uh, we're not supposed to talk to, uh, well anyone!' he could feel himself flushing red as he remembered his forgotten vow so easily broken.
'oh, i do hope i haven't gotten you in trouble, I'd feel so bad...' she moved towards him 'I'd do anything to make it up to you...'
The young friars knees shook, his heart raced, his head started to feel faint.
"Lilith!" he heard himself gasp, hearing it he knew it was true.
"no never, I just need some spiritual healing..." she whispered trying to get close.
"I've read all about you demons!"
"You're not supposed to read the Zohar you naughty little man!" she rose up straightening herself in a way which all but forced him to gaze at the shapely lumps on her chest. He blushed deeply,
"Scandal! no such thing! he fumed at the suggestion "I learnt about your kind from Walter Map" he let out a bitter sneer at the woman "a CHRISTIAN, Archdeacon of Oxford of none the less..."
The was a booming screem which startled both of them,
"GET THEE BEHIND ME SATAN!" it was the Abbot,
"Thank the Lord, Salvation!" the young monk pushed his hands together it praise
"Let yourself not open to temptation, turn thy back on the devils minion! To your chamber and prey for your soul Hamlin!" then turning to the woman wih a sneer "and you, vile harlot, whoreish wench, get thee behind me! may the power of Christ compel you, by the Holy writ of Christ I command you!"
The young monk sheepishly ducked into his chamber and fell to his knees and began to recite the Litany of faith, outside he could hear the hard voice of the abbot commanding the demonic harlot down the corridor and into his chamber - the muffled sounds of a fought spiritual battled occasionally reached him as the abbot and that devil woman engaged in a long and fraught battle of wills. The next day the abbot was exhausted but exuberant, Christ had been victorious and godlyness won through - but it had been a perilous battle, indeed many people reported hearing them both screaming out countless times in the night, the slapping of flesh, the twisting of bodies...
Friar Hamlin couldn't help but wonder if the devil would ever come back, it certainly gave him added inspiration to reach the spiritual heights of the abbot so he too might one day protect the monastery from such deadly things...
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[WP] A young priest is seduced by a succubus. | (My very first effort. Be gentle!)
The torch light bounced off the stone walls of the catacombs, creating a soft dance of shadows as Mathias moved cautiously down the corridor. The young priest was head and heart strong, but the sounds coming from the door not but a few meters from him was shaking his demeanor. A bevy of wet sounds, screaming and several high pitched shrieks echoed down the hallway as Mathias approached the door handle, only to stop as soon as his pale hand touched the metal doorknob.
"Victor, can you hear me. Are you ok!?" Mathias shouted out, startling himself as his voice cracked, but no sounds could be heard from the room now. "Victor, its Mathias. Please, give me a sign you are alright!"
The door flew open into the room, dragging Mathias's tall frame to the ground. The room was empty and yet, Mathias knew something still lurked in the dark corners of the bedroom. The room was quaint, as were all the rooms of the priests in the abby but something was different… the bed was new and covered in fine linens. Mathias stared at the bed for a few seconds before his fear enveloped him again and his stark blue eyes began darting around looking for signs of movement.
"I see you have noticed my… gift." A sultry voice wandered around the room. "By all means Mathias, come, feel the sheets. A fine gift for a man wouldn't you say?"
"Demon, show yourself!" Mathias shouted, swinging the torch around menacingly. "Your kind is NOT welcome--"
Before he could finish a form took shape out of the shadows themselves, swirling and pulsing in the center of the room just above the bed. At first it looked animal in nature, but as the shapes began to coalesce, it became apparent it was nearly a human form, female and very curvy. The only thing that botched the disguise was the almost white skin and the large bat-like wings jetting from the small of her back. Beyond that, she resembled a human woman in every way. Mathias was suddenly very aware that the creature was naked. Mathias had never seen a woman naked since he bathed with his mother as a child and the creature could tell her body was having an effect on the young, blonde priest.
"Mathias… are you staring at my body? That not very priest-like" The woman said with a grin. "Maybe the wings are ruining what could be the first woman you've seen naked as an adult." And like sand carried by the wind, her wings disappeared.
"Demon, the power of my lord demands your exit from this holy place! And the return of Victor!" Mathias yelled, his devotion to his God now giving him new found strength. " The power of--"
One again his words were cut off, but this time the woman had phased forward in almost an instant, her body now pressed against his. With almost no effort she tossed Mathias like a doll on to the bed before appearing on top of him again, as fast as light.
"Mathias. I can feel YOUR power now. Mmmm… it feels huge! Your master must be proud of that… holy WEAPON you have between your legs!" The demon said, giggling as she grinded into his core feeling his arousal. Mathias's head was swimming, he had never felt anything like this before and the pleasure was reaching almost a painful hardness pushing against his robes and the flesh of this creature pinning him down. Struggle as me might, she was far to strong for him to escape. Moaning now, she started grinding faster into his pelvis, every motion sent fire throughout his body. Mathias's eyes now completely caught up in the dancing breasts that hung almost down to his chest as they moved back and forth in tandem.
"Mmmm a breast man are we?" The demon said smiling. "And I had you pegged for an ass man."
"No, get off me!" Mathias strained to mutter, now putting all of his strength into his attempt to free himself from her grip. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't move his arms an inch.
"Get off you? My dear boy I want to get off ON you!" The demon shrieked, her voice taking a much more sinister timber. "And I hope you can get off too my love!"
"Monster, release me. What do you have to gain here? My lord will not punish me for your actions, no matter the outcome." Mathias shouted, bolstering out his chest. Struggling against her again he felt his strength fading quickly… and then all of a sudden, his body was engulfed in a new sensation. Mathais felt cold air touch his loins quickly before becoming enveloped a slick, warm embrace. He was inside her! The demon froze, throwing her head back she let out a moan loud enough to wake the dead. She didn't move at this point, returning her gaze back to Mathias's.
"How does that feel my love? Hmmm...?" She whispered before letting out another moan. "shall I continue?"
"N-n-no. Creature, begone with you. Pleasures of the f-f-flesh are beyond me" Mathias stuttered out, his words becoming harder to announce as she flexed and released around his member with each word. Without warning the woman faded back into shadow, reappearing a few feet from the bed atop a chest of drawers.
"Looks like I have my work cut out for me!"She said in an excited tone, her eyes now fixed on the priests exposed, throbbing cock. Catching her line of sight, Mathias quickly adjusted his clothes and covered himself up. His cheeks taking the red tone of embarrassment. Sensing the shift in tone the demon arched her back up, forcing her massive breasts forward as she began running her hands from her mouth down her chest. She stopped on her nipples for a few seconds before returning her fingers to her mouth for some quick lubrication. Back to the now to her hard, pink nipples, she ran the fingers slowly around in several semi circles moaning as they began to shine with her saliva. Mathias didn't realize he was staring, mouth ajar like a fool taking in a magic show. This was all she wanted.
"Mmmm... your mouth says no but your, head, says otherwise my love." She moaned out, now running her hands down her flat stomach. "Touch yourself Mathias. No one is here, and I won't return to you should you do me this favor. Take yourself in your hand and feel alive!" Mathias's face returned to its reddish hue, his mind awash in questions and doubt and yet, he wanted to do as she asked.... but why? Was this lust, he asked himself, or is this just how good sex could be. Without thought his hand began to drift towards his core, before stopping abruptly as his eyes went back up to catch her face. The creature was biting her lip, waiting in anticipation. Her eyes fixed on his hand.
"I do this and you leave, right? You don't return?" Mathias asked forcefully, doing what he could to regain some semblance of dignity.
"Yes my love. Touch yourself, feel what you are missing and should you ask it of me, I will leave and never return" The woman said in a seductive tone, her hands now lightly caressing her inner thighs. Mathias let out a sigh and his hands lowered to the base of his shaft. Slowly he started one hand down the length before a bright flash of red light exploded from the demon and she was face to face with him, her hand now firmly around his.
"Hahahaha, you mortals are all the same. I can show some skin, moan like a siren and you all break your vows without a second thought. If only you knew how many men in this clergy have been inside me... your head would explode!" The demon said, her voice now far more monstrous. Leaning in she whispered in his ear before vanishing in a flash of red light and smoke.
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[WP] Father seduces daughter's friend at sleepover. | The party was okay, but Cindy was bored anyway. It wasn’t her friend Katie’s fault- Cindy just wasn’t into sleeping on the floor, playing games like truth or dare, and talking about the same thing she was required to talk about all day at school: boys, boys, boys. She quickly excused herself to the bathroom for probably the 3rd time since she arrived at the house a few hours earlier. Cindy felt relieved that she had avoided these parties for seventeen years now that she had experienced their dreadfulness.
The house was beautiful. Cindy stopped to look at a group of family photos carefully arranged on the wall. She saw who must have been Katie’s mother; Cindy had met Katie’s mother once but she was young and hadn’t been able to remember the blonde woman’s face. Cindy didn’t know quite what had happened, but from overhearing her own mother on the phone she knew that the story revolved loosely around Katie’s mom running off with another man and giving up her husband and children.
They looked happy in the pictures; the three daughters with their mother and their handsome father. He hadn’t changed much since this picture was taken some ten years ago; same scruffy but neat face and dark hair on a tall, well-built man. He had grayed some around the edges, but in Cindy’s opinion this only added to his looks. He had answered the door earlier and was quick to make sure that all the girls had everything they needed before disappearing to his own room and leaving them to their party. Cindy secretly wished that he had stuck around.
In the bathroom Cindy stared at herself in the mirror- her long red hair had been in a braid for the sleepover but Cindy felt the urge to let it down now. It tumbled loosely around her shoulders. She thought herself quite picturesque with her pale freckled skin, green eyes and red lips, all framed by her wavy red hair. If only Katie’s dad had seen her like this.
She didn’t know if she was crazy or not but she really felt like he smiled at her differently than he did to the other girls. Well, why shouldn’t he? Cindy was tall and, although she was a late bloomer, her perky C-cups and wide hips were very popular among the boys at school. The problem was that she couldn’t care less about the boys at school; they were only boys. Cindy was saving herself for a man… someone who would know what to do with her, Cindy needed that because she knew nothing.
On her way back to the living room Cindy took a detour; she felt the urge to go by Mr. Parker’s room. She felt crazy… what was going to come from walking by his room? ‘Nothing’ Cindy told herself, but she went anyway.
As she neared his room she started to hear muffled noises, panting interspersed with light moans. Was that really happening? Was Cindy really hearing this? Mr. Parker, the recent object of Cindy’s innocent girl fantasies, was pleasuring himself and Cindy was a witness? Cindy felt possessed as she knocked on his door. What was she doing? This was crazy!
There was silence, and then rummaging… “One minute,” gasped a surprised and embarrassed Mr. Parker.
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James opened the door, expecting to see his daughter Katie… instead he was presented with Cindy.
He had just been pleasuring himself to this underage friend of his daughter’s.
Trying to collect himself James stammered, “Uh, um, Cindy… Hi. Is there anything you need sweetie?”
She just stared, and that’s when James really looked at her- her wide eyes, deep breathing, and parted lips. Had she heard him? What was happening? His eyes slipped down, almost of their own accord and he saw her hardened nipples under her night shirt.
Oh no. James felt his cock reharden in his boxers. His boxers, the only thing he was wearing… shit.
He tried to nonchalantly drape his hand over his crotch while trying to reach Cindy again.
“Cindy, sweetie, hello?”
“Mr. Parker, um, I was just... I don’t know, how are you?”
“Why don’t you come in Cindy? Is everything ok?”
Cindy didn’t answer and walked into his room in a daze. She was so cute, he could tell how turned on she was as she struggled to hide it.
“I was just a going to the bathroom and I, uh, I got lost.”
“You got lost, huh? Cindy, there’s only one hallway. Try again.”
She blushed as she stuttered out her next response, “I thought I heard something, I think, I don’t know, I’ll go.”
“I don’t think so,” said James as he quietly closed the door behind her and locked it.
He saw Cindy react to his doing this with even wider eyes while catching her breath, but she said nothing.
“So you don’t like the party, are the girls boring you?”
This seemed to calm Cindy slightly, something she actually had a response for: “I’m just not a party kind of girl- they just talk about boys and movies.”
“And you don’t like boys and movies?” James continued to question her, eyebrows raised.
Another, deeper, blush from the cute red head as James was more turned on by the embarrassed little girl.
She finally raised her gaze again, which had remained lowered to the floor after the first blush. He saw her look at his hard chest and broad shoulders and then saw look away, but not in shame this time. The girl was hungry… he saw her eyeing him piece by piece as she lowered her eyes back down to the floor, lingering on the hard bulge that his hand neglected to cover now.
James didn’t let her linger for too long, he stepped forward grabbing the bottom of her chin and lifted her mouth to his. He kissed her sweet red lips, and her clumsy response had proven just how inexperienced she was.
Inexperienced, but eager- he pressed her little body into his and kissed her again. He then pulled back, surprising her.
“Go sit on the bed,” just rough enough to shake her, and she obeyed.
He let her get settled; he wanted her to be nervous as he approached her again. Grabbing her face, he kissed her deeply. She was more prepared, but still adorably awkward in her response.
Not giving her time to freak out or have second thoughts, James started to remove her night shirt. At first she wouldn’t raise her arms, but with a stern look from James her arms raised slowly. James, chuckling, removed the blushing girl’s night shirt and took in her perky breasts.; her pink nipples hard and pointing up to him. He rolled one in his fingers, making her moan. His pinch made her gasp- he pinched harder, pulling her in for another kiss, while she squirmed.
Now fully erect, James pulled back... Her eyes lingered on his cock as he removed his boxers, making her mouth pop open in a perfect red ‘o’. He could tell she was afraid and needing direction. He placed his hand firmly at the back of her head, tangling his hand in her thick red hair. Stroking his long hard cock slowly, he pulled her head back so that she would look him in the eye.
“You are going to be a good little girl: you’re going to suck my cock, and swallow my cum. Then you will go back to the party and say nothing. Do you understand?”
Cindy nodded.
He pushed her head to his cock, but stopped there- she needed to do this on her own.
Tentatively, she licked the tip of his cock- pulling back to try to judge his reaction. His strong hand pushed her back to his cock as she refocused on her work. She licked it again, this time longer and James moaned. He saw the little slut smile as she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Slowly she started sucking as she rocked slightly back and forth.
James pulled her hair tightly, but not hard enough to keep her from doing her work. She got deeper, only a few inches from the base and started sucking harder. James surprised her with a firm grip on her breast, exciting her, and making her moan onto his cock. James could tell when she tasted his pre-cum she sucked harder. This little girl was becoming a little slut- getting more and more hungry for his cock, she was now starting to guide it down her throat. Choking she started again, and again, until she took the full length of his cock in her throat. James pinched her nipple for another vibrating moan and that was all he needed to fill Cindy’s little throat with his hot cum. She choked again but swallowed and as James pulled out she smiled.
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Mr. Parker found her night shirt and helped her back into it without a word from either of them. She was suddenly very embarrassed again as she raked her fingers though her hair and headed to the door.
“I’ll make sure Katie invites you to her sleepover next Friday, Cindy. I look forward to seeing you there.”
Cindy felt herself blush and hurried out the door before she embarrassed herself again.
Cindy loved sleepovers.
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[WP] Face fucking a dirty cheating girlfriend | Dude do you need to talk? | 15 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] Face fucking a dirty cheating girlfriend | “On your knees, now!” Jared demanded his cheating girlfriend, Victoria.
With tears streaming down her face, “Jared, baby, I’m sorry. It was only one photo.”
“Shut. Up.” He replied.
“You know what to do. You think you can go around sending nudes to my best friend and me not finding out?” He asked loudly.
“I promise I won’t do it again.” She cried.
“I’m sure you won’t, for now I need you to give me the blowjob of your life.”
On her knees Victoria did, as he demanded, she slowly rubbed the outside of his jeans, teasing him enough until she could slowly feel his cock get hard. Her hands move up and down his thigh followed by a nice hard grab to his crotch. She unbuckled his pants and could feel his cock about to burst out of his pants. She unbuttoned it and slowly slid her hand from his navel to the base of his cock. Her soft hands grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it from base to tip.
Jared let out a sigh of relief. Working long hours and dealing with a cheating girlfriend called for a source of relief somehow. Victoria pulled down his pants to reveal his hard cock poking through the flap of his briefs. Her cheeks rubbed from one side of his cock to the other. Jared palm was resting on the top of her head as he guided her wet lips to his throbbing cock.
Her lips ringed around the head of his warm, throbbing penis. The tip of Jared’s cock could feel the sensation and tingling leading from Victoria’s lips and her the tip her tongue playfully rolling around his cock. Jared forced his cock, from the tip, to shaft to face down Victoria’s throat.
She let out a muffle moaned as he slowly face fucked her. Jared was slightly bigger than most men but Victoria had gag reflexes, however, small strings of drool from the face fucking dripped down the side of her lips to her balls. He started forcing himself in and out of her faster at every thrust until tears were rolling down her face, completely smudging her mascara. He grabbed the locks of her blonde hair and forced her face from his dick and walked towards office chair.
Jared sat down as Victoria crawled towards him, on her hands on knees, eagerly awaiting to pleasure him. Her face was soaked from the saliva and tears. She licked and sucked on his balls as she slowly stroked his cock.
“You’re such a good girl, Victoria. I might just be able to forgive you.” He said softly with sighs of relief.
She dived back into his cock going up and down on the comman of Jared hand, barely coming up for air. Her saliva dripped from his balls to his black leather chair, which was completely soaked at this point.
At this point, a tingling sensation built from the base of his dick and Jared’s toes started curling. The long awaited sensation of work and personal tensions were building up into a liquid, testosterone filled form. Jared got up on his knees as Victoria kept deep-throating him. He pulled her head off and she knew what he was about to do.
His hands went from the base of his cock to the tip faster and faster. In a matter of seconds, a huge white load exploded from his cock. First, ropes of cum shot out and drowned Victoria from her lip to her left and right eye. Seconds later nearly a gallon of semen filled her lips.
Jared collapsed back down and saw Victoria’s messy, cum-filled face staring at him as he was panting for breaths. He had forgiven her
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[wp] A guy who thought he was straight has gay sex with his secretly gay best friend | It probably started the day they decided to stand in front of a mirror naked after a workout. The plan was to help each other beef up over the summer, so that in the fall the freshman girls would be falling all over them. They compared muscles every day, often with erections, but they masked their hormone-fueled confusion with an extra layer of crudeness.
"Dude your balls are huge."
"Well, you have, like, no pubes. What, do you shave or something?"
Soon this became a habit after workouts...flexing in front of the mirror and comparing hard ons. They started holding them next to each other to see which boy's foreskin could touch which boy's pubic hair. It was always in debate because both of their penises curved slightly. Dylan's up and Brandt's to the left, so they would cheat and force it straight.
"Girls are going to like mine better because it can get to their G-spots."
"Maybe, but I shoot more cum."
"Just because you have big balls? That doesn't mean anything."
"Yeah it does."
"No it doesn't. Prove it."
"How the hell am I going to prove it?"
"Get some lotion and masturbate."
"Hell no dude, that's gay."
"Obviously you're scared that I can cum more than you, so you're playing the gay card."
"I just don't want to get semen all over the place. Then your mom will have to clean it up and you'll have to explain what happened."
"Pshh, you wear boxer briefs for one thing. You probably lost the ability to cum at all and your mom's taking you to the doctor for it."
"Fine, where's the lotion?."
Dylan went to be bathroom and came back with some lotion and two mini cups...the kind you use to swish your mouth after brushing. They both started cracking up.
"Yeah sorry this is gay. I can't do this."
Dylan taunted him. "I can cum more than you. I can come more than you."
"Fine but let's look at some porn or something." Brandt went for Dylan's computer but Dylan stopped him.
"Hell no dude. My parents like, track my history. We'll use our phones."
They both quietly googled whatever their fantasy was, but of course, they couldn't help wanting to see each other's screens.
Dylan caught a glimpse of Brandt's screen. "You like MILFs? Really?"
"No, I'm just trying to find those pics of your mom again. Now give me the fucking lotion and let's get this over with."
Brandt pumped some in to his hand and worked it into his cock. Dylan was at a loss for what to google, or rather, what was socially acceptable. He typed "tits", but his eye kept wondering over to Brandt, who was now fully erect to a lovely mom on a hotel couch, her legs drawn up, her hands wrapped around them and her fingers holding her vagina open.
"Damn she's beautiful." He said. By now his cock was bigger than Dylan had ever seen it, and out of the corner of his eye he was mesmerized by the masculine way Brandt masturbated. He had a firm grip and made long slow movements from the base to the shaft, bunching up his massive balls each time he got to the base.
Dylan's screen went black as Brandt made imaginary love to some guy's wife, probably twice his age. Then suddenly he exclaimed "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck." He grabbed the cup and unloaded into it, so much so that it made that loud sound a cup makes when you squirt a strong stream into it. As Dylan watched Brandt pulsate he realized that he was also in the middle of an orgasm, sans cup.
Then at they heard behind them "What the hell is going on in here?"
"Oh shit!" They darted for their pants and bounced all over the room trying to get them on. Brandt was trying not to spill his cup, and Dylan was still in the middle of an orgasm. Semen was flying everywhere. I guess the big-ball thing really is a myth.
"Brandt, I want you out right now. You boys are not to associate from now on. I've never been so..."
"Sorry Dylan's mom!"
"Don't even young man. Out!"
Brandt meekly slid past her and down the stairs.
That was the end of Dylan and Brandt hanging out. Dylan would surely have to go to a different college now.
It was a long, quiet rest of the summer.
Then two weeks before the beginning of class Dylan got a text.
"Hi..."
"Hi..."
"Did your mom make you go to a different school?"
"No, I talked her into letting me go."
"Oh, cool..."
"BTW I kinda liked what we did..."
"Me too. I still think about it."
"I liked watching you."
"Really? Being watched kind of got me off."
"It wasn't the milf?"
"Well, her too. She was hot."
"Maybe we'll be on the same floor. That would be cool."
"Yeah it would..."
To be continued, maybe... | 4 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] A socially inept uncle manages to attract the attention of his cute niece. | Katie watched from the doorway as her parents drove away. They had been planning on taking a vacation by themselves for a long time and had decided to do it this summer. Katie said that she would be all right staying home by herself, but she was a bit of a troublemaker, so her parents decided to drop her off at her uncle’s house several hours away, where she couldn't meet up with her friends and host wild parties.
Mike was no happier about this than Katie was. He had lived alone for years, which is the way he liked it, and the last thing he wanted was some spoiled 18-year old girl invading his space. Unfortunately, he didn't have much choice in the matter, as he owed his brother a few favors. So now he would have to put up with his niece for the next two months before her parents came back and picked her up to take her to college.
The first few days passed quietly enough, but Katie soon got bored and restless. And as time went on, she got hornier and hornier. She had broken up with her last boyfriend months ago and hadn't gotten laid in a while. If she had been home, she could have called someone to hook up with, but the only guy she knew here was Mike. He was kind of handsome, she thought. Like a younger version of her father, who she had also fantasized about on occasion.
As she thought more about her uncle, she got turned on and finally stripped off her clothes and lay down on her bed in the guest room. "Oh, Mike," she groaned, rubbing her clit. She pressed her face into the pillow to muffle her screams as she came. Katie was satisfied, but she knew that actually fucking the older man would feel much better than her fingers.
From then on, Katie started to wear more revealing clothes. She regularly walked around the house in only a t-shirt and panties, showing off her long, smooth legs to Mike. He pretended not to notice, but she could tell that he was getting uncomfortable. When they hung out together, she would smile and flirt with him a little more than was appropriate.
Mike was so conflicted. He knew it was wrong, but whenever he thought Katie wasn't looking, he would stare at her incredible body, making his penis grow stiff. Then, he would go up to his room and masturbate. Unbeknownst to him, Katie knew what he was doing. While he was lying down on his bed and stroking his dick furiously, the bed would creak. So when Mike went into his room, Katie pressed her ear against the door and waited for the inevitable creaking to start and then finger herself as she listened to her uncle getting off.
After a week of this, Katie decided enough was enough. When Mike got home from work, she put on the nicest dress she had, cooked for him, and flirted even more than usual throughout dinner. Mike's voice was strained, and he seemed flustered. Afterwards, he thanked her for dinner and quickly walked upstairs.
Katie smiled to herself as she cleared off the table. She waited a few minutes and then went up to Mike's room. Bracing herself, she opened the door. He stopped masturbating immediately, looking at her with wide eyes. "Hi Uncle Mike," she said.
"Katie, I..."
"It's OK," she said. "I want you, too." She slipped off the dress, revealing her completely nude body to him.
Mike stared. "Wow."
Wasting no time, Katie climbed on top of him, placed his erection at her entrance and slid down. "I'm so wet for you," she muttered, starting to ride him.
Mike groaned at the sensation. Her pussy was tight and warm, and he wasn't going to last long. Thankfully, neither was his niece.
"Cum for me, Mike," she said. He did, jerking his hips up and pumping his load into her while gasping her name. Seeing him cum triggered Katie's own orgasm, and she threw her head back in ecstasy.
Afterwards, she lay with her head on his chest as they basked in the post-coital bliss.
"How long have you known I was jerking off to you?" he asked.
"Since the beginning," she said. "It was so hot, but I was waiting for you to make a move. Finally, I had to do it myself."
"I just couldn't believe you actually wanted me. Plus, there's the incest and the age difference."
Katie shrugged. "Yeah, I figured that."
"So it doesn't bother you?" Mike asked.
"No."
"In that case," he said, "You should know that I hadn't had sex in almost a decade. So I'm probably a little rusty."
"You can practice on me all you want," Katie said, smiling.
She started to stroke his penis, and Mike got hard again. He grinned back at her. "This is going to be a great summer." | 5 | 0 | 4 |
[WP] A socially inept uncle manages to attract the attention of his cute niece. | "This, this can't be true.". I rubbed my eyes again and slapped my own face.
There were three things right there on the bathroom counter that were not there 5 minutes ago.
One, was a handy camcorder.
Second, was a tiny A-cup-sized bra.
Third, the object that picked immediately, was a bright pink panty, with LOVE written in big letters on back. As I picked it, I felt a unmistakable warmth in the fabric and strong musky smell.
I brought the panty to my nose and took a deep sniff. I felt like in heaven… It was unmistakable.. That fragrance. Of a woman's pussy. Not just any woman though… this had to be April. So this was the real 15 year old brat… I knew that girl was a nympho.
As I glanced at the bra, I noticed a small note tucked beneath. On the note was a single website address.
As I punched the address in my phone, the page loaded with a single question.
"My favorite website is ________ ? The one I spent 3 hours browsing last night."
My heart sank. "How could she..? Fuck, the girl is clever. I'm sure she's controlling the home internet. But hold on… I had encrypted my whole session… unless she.."
I shuddered at the possibility.
With trembling fingers I punched in the porn site's address and clicked enter.
The page that came up:
"Uncle, you're such a sweet and sexy guy. Especially you look so cute in those thongs and bra. I took liberty of copying some photos from your computer. Don't worry, I'll keep them safe."
Beneath were two of my own photos, from my recent cross dressing role playing scene.
"Now here's what you do. See that camera right there. You're going to take it home with you. When you go back to San Francisco, you're going to start shooting yourself and upload videos for me…As a reward, you'll keep getting more of the 'LOVE' in mail every few days."
"So, what say you? "
| 3 | 0 | 4 |
[WP] During their intercourse, they realized that they had become hopelessly stuck together. | I apologize in advance but I had to.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7Co44njrZ0 | 2 | 0 | 4 |
[WP] [Constrained Writing] Implied sex | His gaze is intense. Almost piercing but gentle. The doors start to slide closed. I want him. Now. An arm peaks through and the doors quickly jerk open unleashing a crowd of people. He is on the opposite end and I, wet with anticipation, am forced to contain my elation behind this towering cluster of strangers. They are strangers. I will never see them again. I reason with myself. I want to collapse onto his body, grab his hand and slip it in my panties. I want his finger continuously sliding against me while he kisses me with as much force as he can muster, knowing that this moment is the last of our time together.
The elevator stops at the third floor. The crowd dissipates except for one. I stare with great disdain at this nuisance but I am caught off guard when the hands that I yearn so much touch me. I can see his impatience has grown but quickly escapes him when I catch his eyes. We kiss and time no longer exists.
We arrive at the lobby floor. The stranger leaves without regard to what was occurring in his presence. Now we are alone. Neither one of us move. I do not dare break away from his gaze. The doors stay open and we just linger. Is this it? I am not ready to say goodbye. I can't. I want him. One last time. Once the doors close he pulls the emergency switch and we quickly collide into each other.
I am now in a cab. Alone. Without him. But I can not shake off the smile on my face. The things we did in the elevator. I can just replay it in my mind over and over again. | 2 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] Two female soldiers have one night stand after one's husband, also a soldier, goes MIA during a mission | Jessica had finished her duty and left to hit the gym and work out those long hours of office work out of her tight muscles. Long hard workouts had always been a place of solace for her. She'd escape the day, escape worry, escape stress as she let the endorphins wash over her. The army conditions soldiers for routine and in the morning the gym is all business, a sea of army issue sweats and t-shirts, all ages and types getting their work in. The late afternoon and evening were more reserved for the workout junkies.
As she stood in front of a locker methodically taking off her uniform she let her mind wander. The base gym was an unusual place this time of day, almost like a university campus the crowd decidedly young and fit with an air of testosterone and competition running through everything. The army trained soldiers to have confidence and a bit of swagger in their step. As Jessica slipped into a skin tight pair of capris black with hot pink trim and matching skimpy sports bra she thought about Ashley and Brian. Her two best friends and confidants, she knew it was unusual to be so close to a couple but it had just sort of happened. Jessica tied her shoes and put her hair up in a tight high ponytail, as she tucked her workout glvoes into the waist of her capris it accentuated how tight they were hugging every curve. As she walked out of the locker room she caught herself in the mirror and was quite pleased, moving over to a pile of iron in the corner she started her workout.
She'd been lost in her world when she finally saw the clock on the wall and realized she was running late she was supposed to meet Ashley for dinner. After a quick shower she was drying her hair when she heard a couple of other women talking and knew instantly it was about Brian. She'd left her phone in the locker and rushed over to it and Ashley had almost blown it up with texts and calls. Jessica wrestled her hair into a messy wet pony, dragged on a t-shirt and shorts and darted out of the gym her closes clinging to her still damp body.
It was only a few minutes to their apartment and Jessica could hear the wails as she got out of her car. She let herself in and found Ashley in a state of rage. Ashley had an animal ferocity in her eye like the momma grizzly protecting her den. Getting more and more worked up, Ashley was about to make one of those decisions that could have unknown and quite severe consequences. It was from a place of pure love and compassion that Jessica stepped in front of Ashley as she was heading for the door.
Jessica slapped Ashley across the face.
Ashley's rage quickly redirected from the unknown where there couldn't be an object of her fury to her friend standing right before her. Jessica knew Ashely's strength from combat sparing practice and boxing workouts. As a responsive swing came back crumpling Jessica's smaller frame it sent a jolt through her. It wasn't just her flesh that reacted, something deep in Jessica had always craved a rougher form of play and she felt that familiar clench deep in her sex. Jessica's mocking challenges only caused Ashley to go higher into a swirl of rage.
Ashley's blows rained down on Jessicas body sending shivers and sparks coursing through her body. As they two wrapped together and fell into a grapplers stance on the ground the thin cotton of their casual outfits started to part. The unmistakeable sound of the knit material being town asunder as Jessica was quickly disrobed. The rush of adrenaline and passion moveing through Ashley moves her eyes over Jessica's body in darting hungry shots. Ashley's hands on Jessica's skin, the sound of Jessica's moans and squeals filling the senses. Reaching up Jessica claws for grip on Ashley and her fingers leave red trails as her grip rakes down the taut sexy flesh of her best friend.
Ashley grabs a fist of Jessica's hair and arches her back as she leans down taking Jessica's mouth with her tongue. The twinkle in Jessica's eye unmistakeable as Ashley tells her to go prepare the toys and harness for the fucking of her life. Jessica can't suppress the curl in her lip as she tries to divert her gaze in submission and rush off to prepare....
to be continued? | 2 | 0 | 10 |
[WP] 23M, Attractive prisoner, 9 years in solitary confinement because of heinous crime, bisexual virgin clueless about how thing works. You get exclusive chance to explore him;) Whether you're shy rich girl or army of vengeful big black gangbanging cocks | 14? | 1 | 0 | 1 |
[WP]. You are an artist. One day for practice you make a clay figure of your SO. Later on, you alter it to find that whenever you alter the figure you alter her real body. | >This is my first time posting, and I ended up writing a longer story than I expected. I may end up posting it somewhere else (/r/eroticliterature ?) but here's the shorter version. I hope it turned out okay!
I don't normally sculpt, okay? My talent lies in two-dimensional artwork. I sketch, I photograph, I paint - boringly normal stuff, I know, but I like to think my work isn't boring. After all, I focus on one of the most complex aspects of human existence - the most complex, varied, all-consuming aspect of our lives - sex. I explore the nature of intercourse in the interplay of dark and light in my photographs. I trace the contours of passion in the curves of my nude sketches. I describe the colours of love in the blushes and hues of my watercolours. I have this whole plan for my thesis: showing how presenting the three-dimensional act of sex in two dimensional artwork is analogous to thinking of this multi-faceted act of human existence as just two (or three, when I get lucky) people fucking. It loses something when we forget the extra dimension.
It's great, right? Yeah, my advisor didn't think so. Apparently in order to truly represent three-dimensional subjects I have to work in three-dimensional materials first. I told her I had already taken the required courses with those materials, that I could use them but had no idea how to represent my ideas in those forms. "You're a bright young woman, you'll figure something out", she said before ushering me out, "We've had some excellent pieces from other students learning to work in new materials: mosaics, wood carving, stone carving, sculpting. You just need to find the core of your project and let it expand outwards until you find its outer form."
I felt liking turning around and saying *The core of my project is sex, lady, so if you really want me to work in three dimensions, we can do a live performance piece right here, right now, on your desk.* But I didn't, because I do have some measure of self-control and also because I was thinking about her words.
Sure, the core of my project is sex, but it's also the nature of human sexuality itself: the way we express it, the way it is present within ourselves. Sexuality is the core of each human, and sex is its outer form. *Great*, I thought, walking out of the department building into the morning sunshine, *now how do I find the outer form of sexuality?* I thought about my own sexuality, about first discovering the touch of another, about how my skin felt when my first female crush brushed past me, about touching myself to images of women kissing I managed to find online. I looked down at myself, at my body, and realised that was the true outer form of sexuality: the human form.
So far, so good, right? But how to make that form: Mosaic? too planned, not fluid enough. Marble statue? too cold, too solid. Clay sculpture? Ugh, I don't sculpt. But as I thought about moulding the clay in my hands, warming it with my blood and shaping it with my fingers, it seemed to make sense.
So I headed off to the Ceramics building, to try this idea out.
Two hours later I was sitting at a bench rolling a ball of clay between my hands. The ceramics advisor had listened to my idea and recommended I try a simple clay sculpture, carving details with a small tool and baking it in a kiln whenever I was done.
I started shaping the clay, focusing on a basic humanoid form. Thinking about sex all morning had gotten a bit distracting, and I kept thinking about going home to my girlfriend that evening. I thought about her body as I shaped the clay, thought about running my fingers through her short curly hair, thought about tracing the curves of her hips, thought about my nails on her back, my hands wrapped around her wrists - and I thought about my projects, about sexuality and passion and the erotic instincts of human nature. I moulded the clay almost absent-mindedly, letting it take on the shape of a humanoid form, a human, a woman's figure, and then I looked down and realised I was sculpting my girlfriend.
*What the hell*, I thought, *she's pretty much the core of my sexuality right now*, and I kept sculpting. I shaped her breasts, small and perky, her hips, her shapely legs. I carefully carved out the details of her long fingers, her ticklish toes, her button nose, her wide mouth. And then, since it was the whole point of the project, I smoothed out the clay between her spread legs and began forming her labia. By the end of the day I had a fully carved clay figure of my dear girlfriend and I'd had to take a few breaks to go let off steam in the private women's bathroom.
I left my sculpture in a cubby and went home an hour or two after it got dark. It was my girlfriend's turn to cook tonight and she had dinner waiting when I got home. Dinner waited until after I had stripped her clothes off inside the small hallway of our apartment and tried to kiss every inch of the body I'd been picturing all day. I say 'try', because halfway through she growled and shoved my head between her legs. She showed her appreciation to me after dinner.
When we woke up late the next day I found myself wrapped around her as normal, my breasts pressing into her back and my face nestled into her hair. I smiled, opened my eyes, and was quite surprised to see a shock of pink in her short black curls. I must have jerked my hands in surprise, though, and as one was wrapped around her hips, my girlfriend woke up, thinking I was pulling her over, and rolled over into my embrace. I closed my eyes again as her lips closed over my nipple, and forgot about the pink in her hair until much later, when she was standing in front of the mirror.
"Babe," she asked, "has my hair always been pink?" "Of course," I joked back, "Don't you remember?" *She must have dyed it yesterday*, I thought *and I didn't notice, and now she's trying to get me to say something.* Well, it was her fault her lovely body distracted me, so I wasn't going to apologise for not noticing. I was going to compliment her on it anyway, when she said "Oh, yeah, I guess it always has been." She furrowed her brow in confusion at her reflection, "I just don't remember . . . but it feels right, like it's always been there, like it's part of me . . . so it must be." I laughed. "Go back to bed, honey, you're still half-asleep." She stuck her tongue out at me and went into the kitchen, shaking her head and mumbling about coffee.
Yeah, she's also an artist, in case you're wondering. We can be a bit flighty at times. Distractable, head in the clouds, off in our own worlds. I didn't know what world she was in today, but I had my own world to get to - that of warm wet clay and erotic thoughts. | 3 | 0 | 9 |
[WP] A Young College Football Player Loses His Virginity via a Threesome | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 8 |
[WP] Two couples that are also friends decide to have a foursome but it turns out that one of the guy's cock is almost twice as large as the other guy's. | This might not be exactly what you want, but:
Alicia warned me. Of course she did. I mean, even if there hadn't been a bit of gossiping among friends before, when you make plans for a thing like this it would be rude not to let me know what I was in for. I still couldn't hide the look of shock on my face when she unzipped Joe's jeans and that monster thudded out against her face as she knelt before us all.
I know my boyfriend noticed. I could feel Cole's eyes on me, the air escaping him as I froze and just stared. He's not what I'd call an insecure guy and it's not like he has anything to be embarrassed about down there, but Joe was just playing a totally different game with that package.
I tried to recover by making the moment about him. We'd talked about this enough before even broaching the subject with Alicia and Joe that I knew he liked the idea of his own dick in her pretty, round face. Still, I guess it wasn't my best idea to suggest he pull it out and lay it there now. Not with Joe still right there to just about force comparison.
Alicia beamed at me as she watched me help Cole out of his boxer-briefs. I guess some of it was probably pride in the way I'd been looking at her boyfriend's cock. Maybe some of this was just to show off. But based on the questions she'd asked when we discussed this I was pretty sure it wasn't all that. She wanted to be sure I was really going to be okay with my boyfriend fucking her. With seeing his dick in her mouth. With the idea that he might be getting off with her right in front of me. I assured her I was though I didn't admit how much I liked the idea of all of that. How much it turned me on. How every erotic dream I'd had since then had been about her doing things with my boyfriend instead of me.
I was surprised that Cole wasn't fully hard. I'd been pretty sure he was when he'd first kissed Alicia just a few minutes ago while I'd been unbuttoning her blouse. But now as I held him in my hand his dick jiggled, a good few inches from its longest. I wasn't going to call attention to it so I just went ahead and lead him over to our friends and pressed him against her lips as she was stroking her boyfriend's shaft with the her smooth, soft cheek. She licked her lips and let her tongue graze Cole, but I had to look away.
It wasn't seeing her lick my boyfriend's dick that did it. I wanted so badly to see her go down on him. It was... I almost laughed. That dick that had felt so big inside me. That had felt like it was stretching me apart as it filled me so completely and made me cum so hard. That had made my jaw so sore taking him all the way in... He looked like a child next to Joe.
I tried to look up at my boyfriend. To reassure him. To encourage him. But my gaze found Joe's. He wasn't watching his girlfriend taste my boyfriend's dick. Wasn't comparing himself to the man next to him. He was looking at me like I was the only other person in the room while he had his hard eight inch dick out. I swear to god I almost came in the instant our eyes locked.
Even as I heard the wet sound of lips sliding down Cole's not-quite-hard shaft I didn't look away. I walked around Alicia and approached Joe, acutely aware of my nipples stiffening at the peaks of my pert little tits, poking against the thin silk chemise I still wore and of his eyes breaking from mine to take in my body as I moved. My hands reached out and took his, pulling him away from our respective partners, toward the bed. Quietly enough that I hope Cole couldn't hear, I whispered to him, "You'll be gentle, right?" He nodded, but didn't take what I though to be a pretty explicit invitation. Instead he sunk to his knees as I sat down on the edge of the bed.
Joe's hands slid up my bare thighs. The lingerie I wore was so short that just by sitting without my knees together he could have seen how cleanly I shaved for tonight, but his hands pushed my hemline higher as he leaned in and kissed me down there. Gently at first, but then with his lips pressing to mine, his tongue slipping between them. I couldn't even see that big cock as my hips rose and writhed. I took one of his hands in mine and guided it to my breast as I watched Cole reach down to cup one of Alicia's softer, heavier tits. He was fully hard now, eyes rolling back as she took his cock fully into her mouth with what seemed no effort at all, her lips pressing hard to the base of him and suckling.
"Mmm," I said, "Alicia, you're so good at that." But my voice broke halfway through and my back arched, my toned thighs pressing to either side of Joe's face. My eyes met Cole's as I quivered on the edge of a little teasing orgasm. The kind that feels so good, but just makes you need more. I just barely was able to tear my eyes from my boyfriend before saying, "Joe. Joe I need it. I need your dick inside me."
He didn't demur again. He rose with his face glistening from my arousal and leaned over me, one hand supporting him from beside me, the other guiding him toward my sex. I'm glad we didn't record what happened that night because I worry about what I might have said. He moved so slowly pressing the head of it against me. Rubbing it along my folds, just easing the tip against my opening then backing off. I worry that I might have said things. Might have begged. Might have sounded as desperate as I was to find out what it would feel like inside me.
Somehow in his teasing I lost track of Alicia and Cole until I saw her leaning over me, kissing me with a mouth that tasted strongly of Cole's familiar precum. I tipped my head back and saw my boyfriend caressing her round bum and angling his - I had to remind myself perfectly adequate - cock to fuck her from behind. She grunted as he easily slid all the way in. Then I felt Joe start to push.
I'm not going to say it was completely pleasant. God damn but he was big. I mean it burned when he pushed in deeper and he had to keep pulling out and pushing back in, wetting his cock a little more with each penetration. But I wanted it. So bad. So deep. I moaned. I think I even growled, begging him to just do it. Joe knew what he was about though. He knew how to handle that big dick even if I didn't.
Cole pumped his hips, his thighs slapping hard into Alicia as he buried himself deep. She grunted and twisted the bedcovers under her, her pendulous tits swaying with the motion of their fuck. "Yes," She hissed through gritted teeth as she watched her boyfriend ease his cock into me, "That's it. Harder. You don't even have to hold back. Fuck fuck fuck me hard and fast." And he did. He kept pounding her, inching her forward until her tits were swaying right in my face, her hair tickling my own chest.
| 5 | 0 | 8 |
[WP] One evening your reflection crosses through from their mirror and into your room. She really wants to fuck. [FF, F-Self] | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 11 |
[WP] One evening your reflection crosses through from their mirror and into your room. She really wants to fuck. [FF, F-Self] | "Wow. I think I've had enough wine for today."
Something strange was happening to me. I've never had a hallucination, yet she was standing right in front of me. Well, me. I was standing there. Me. Naked.
This couldn't be real. I close my eyes and open them up again only to realize she was now standing closer to me. With all her little perks. Her long blonde hair, neatly combed, her firm breasts...
I close my eyes again, hoping to regain my consciousness. Clearly I was not thinking straight.
"Emily!"
Great, now I'm hearing voices.
"I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you: I am real. I've seen you grow. I've seen you criticise yourself. And we've known each other for a long time - longer than I can remember. But I can remember one thing that has always been there: I want to touch you. I want to feel you. I want to be close to you." she said.
This couldn't be real.
I open my eyes again. She was still there. Eagerly waiting for my reaction. Smiling from ear to ear, as I haven't been able to for a long time. I didn't know I could look so damn happy.
"Okay. This is crazy. This isn't happening. I must be having a bad dream. Or there's something wrong with my medication." I try to reason with myself.
"Emily. I promise you that there is nothing wrong with you. Your mind is perfectly clear, but I don't know how much time I have left. There's an easy way to show you" she answered, while making a step closer to me, lifting her hand up, gently pulling my head towards hers.
Her lips are incredibly soft. I lose myself in the moment for a minute, while her tongue is tenderly caressing my lips, barely touching them.
As she is softly moaning, as there was nothing greater in this world, I begin to realize my situation again.
*Feeling her hand on the back of my head, her tongue now dancing with mine... *
This feels real. This can't be real.
I abruptly take a step back, disengaging from her loving touch.
"Wow. What is happening?" I blurt out.
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obviously this story isn't finished. I really don't know, if you like my writing style and the direction this story is going. If you want me to continue I'll gladly do it. If so, feel free to add any preferences you might have. | 1 | 0 | 11 |
[WP] A young female revolutionary is kidnapped. What's going to happen to her? | What little color there was in her face drained away. She uttered a thick choking noise from behind the tape, wrenched her arms desperately against the chains, and her eyes widened with terror. She felt his knees dip, the scratchy fabric of his pants brushing her thighs, and thick fingers fumbled against her back as he quickly undid his belt and pulled down his zipper.
Within seconds she could feel the hot, heavy length of his member sliding hungrily across the slopes of her ass, and she shivered, whimpering, eyes squeezed closed. It burrowed its way down between her cheeks, and then up between her widely spread legs, only stopping when it was just outside the entrance to her pussy.
"Now I'm going to ask you some questions, Ms. Castillo," he said, voice deep and steady, like he'd done this a thousand times before. He gently thrust his hips, edging his cock slightly closer, and she felt herself clench involuntarily, her body fighting with all it had to not let this happen.
"If you know what's good for you....you're going to answer."
One hand fell on her hip and squeezed, holding her in place with its iron grip as he pushed forward. She squealed helplessly, thighs shaking, as his head forced her tender inner walls wide apart.
"Honestly..."
He thrust in a little deeper, and a tear slipped from her eye.
"...and completely."
Grabbing her by the hair, he wrenched her head back and leaned in close to her ear, whispering harshly, "But first, let's get to know each other a bit better." Lips sank into her earlobe as he cocked his hips back slammed home, her moan of pain and fear making him smile. | 2 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] A soldier makes love to a pretty young woman after returning from war. | She was so soft, so fluid, so wonderful, all tiny, half-suppressed gasps and whimpers as she squirmed beneath him, sheets messy, crumpled from being clenched in her hands, from having her heels dig furrows deep in their folds, from her body wriggling in delight...
And he'd made her do that. With his lips, his fingers, his body--Him. There'd been times when he'd honestly wondered if he'd ever have the chance to do this kind of thing again, but now here he was...
She whimpered into his mouth as his fingers squeezed gently, thumb and index fingers lightly rolling the pink tips of her breasts in a way that made her back arch and toes curl, her thighs squeezing tight around his. He grinned against her lips before once more dipping his tongue inside her mouth, curling around hers in a playful caress as he savored her flavor, a spicy, sweet, lovely taste that used to be hers and hers alone, but was now all his to devour.
His mouth meandered down across her soft skin, playing along her jaw, teeth grazing the side of her neck, tongue sweeping along a collar bone. She gasped and bucked, fingers dancing up his arms, cupping the blades of his shoulders, clutching onto his skin as he coaxed her excitement ever higher. Lazily, not slowing on the steady, rhythmic thrusts of his hips against hers, he swirled his tongue around her stiff little nub, until she was moaning softly, head tipped back and lashes fanning across the flushed peaks of her cheeks...
"Don't stop," she panted, "please, please, more...!"
And unlike so many other orders he'd obeyed, this was one he was happy to oblige. | 2 | 0 | 5 |
[wp] Handjob/Blowjob on the last row of the (school) bus | (Not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but I gave it my spin on the idea.)
Roughly twelve hours away from our high school, a college held a sort of 'band camp', to attract potential recruits. As a treat, the senior class members of band were invited to spend the night on a charter bus to get there, meet some people, play, and just have fun. While the first few hours of the trip had been most of the kids goofing off, darkness fell, the bus became quiet, and everyone was fast asleep.
Except for some girl who played tuba. Me.
Hyped up on energy drinks, I buried my face into my arms in a futile attempt to catch some ZZZ's on the long bus ride. I was lying down on my belly, stretched across the length of my seat. It was a little uncomfortable for my boobs, but any other position guaranteed that the blaring 'emergency' light would shine in my face, even with my sweater's hood pulled over my head. After what seemed like hours, my eyelids finally started to feel heavy. I would've fallen asleep right there, if not for a sharp whisper.
"Babe. Babe, wake up!"
Peeking out from under my hood, I saw the source of the noise. My best friend, Charlotte Parks, who sat with her boyfriend, Brian Lewis, across the aisle from me. But at that moment, she was between his legs, kneeling on the floor, and obviously trying to wake him up. As a curious creature, I was drawn to what was going on. Though nothing in my mind had quite clicked yet, you could say I found myself quite interested in what was happening. Finally, Brian began to stir.
"Hmmm? What is it, Charlotte?" He barely legibly croaked out, the sleep being evident in his voice.
"Um, my head was on your lap, and well, you got hard and woke me." She replied quietly, stifling a giggle as she gave his boner a pat through his pants. Before he had a chance to reply, my friend started unbuttoning his jeans.
"Here? What if someone-"
"Shh," she interrupted him. "I can't sleep on this thing when it's hard. And are you really gonna argue with a girl who wants to have fun with your dick?" The emergency light reflected off her shiny, playful smile. Brian just sighed, and quietly chuckled a little, but said nothing more. In just a few moments, I could make out Brian's erect cock, tightly grasped in Charlotte's hand.
I couldn't believe she was actually going to do this. Even as her hand slowly pumped up and down, I couldn't help but think my friends, bathed in the orange glow of the emergency light, were asleep and this was merely a dream. But as I looked on from behind the safety of my hoodie, I realized that my best friend was in fact blowing her boyfriend on the bus of a school sponsored trip. And even more shocking, my eyes were glued to the pair, unable to look away.
I watched porn more often than I would like to admit, but it was nothing like this, nothing like being right there. I found something incredibly sexy about the way Brian tried to muffle his manly grunts and moans, his hand secured tightly around his mouth as his eyes rolled back. And like a machine, Charlotte pumped her head up and down, sliding across the skin of his hard cock with ease. I wanted to be in her place, pleasing a hot guy like Brian. Hell, I'd turn into a guy if I could just to take his place. Anything to be in such hot scene like the one before me. If I were at home, watching this from the comfort of my computer, my hands would have already been all over my clit. But there was nothing I could do except watch, despite how my pussy throbbed for attention. I was too scared to even rub my legs together. So silently I watched, horny as all hell.
"Are you close?" Charlotte broke the ten minutes of no speaking, rising up from her work. The warm glow from the emergency light made Brian's cock glisten from my friend's saliva. I saw him softly nodded, prompting Charlotte to flash another bright smile and return to her work. Her hand now worked up and down his shaft and her lips formed a seal around his pulsing head. No more than a minute passed before an audible grunt escaped Brian's lips and he thrust his hips upward. My friend closed her eyes, swallowing as she pulled her mouth away from his dick. Her tongue played across her lips, picking up any bits that remained of the load she had just expertly swallowed.
"Your lucky no one woke up, you were a little loud in that last bit. I'm honestly surprised Sam didn't even stir." She commented, zipping up his pants.
"Well maybe that wouldn't be so mad. She might've wanted a taste." He replied, softly laughing. I tensed a little as they talked about me.
"I bet she doesn't even like you, babe. Besides, I'm not sure I could share." I closed my eyes as she settled into her seat, her head resting in his lap again. As they said good night, I willed myself to sleep, the image of Charlotte sucking Brian's cock still very fresh in my mind, and the little conversation they had about me just moments after. | 7 | 0 | 16 |
[wp] str8 attractive ladies man has gay sex | Is st8 a term used to describe this type of character? If it's just shorthand, it would be better if you could reformat your title! | 1 | 0 | 1 |
[WP]Watching mother have sex | Tom stood at the doorway, aghast. His lips fell apart while he contained a breathy gasp with the palm of his hand, stopping it just before they might have heard him. Through the crack of the door, he saw James in her bed; he was ravaging her. It was loud – their skin slapped hard against one another and their lust-fueled noises punctuated the creaking of the large bed.
Something inside him stirred anxiously. His eyes slipped across the scene, and his eyes fixated on the focal point of their love-making. He saw James’ thick member penetrate her relentlessly, showing no sign of letting up.
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“Man your mom is hot,” James trailed off, his eyes glued obscenely to her posterior as she worked in the garden.
Tom shrugged it off, they were in college now, and he had heard James make the occasional pass at his mother. He was ashamed to admit it but, he understood his friend’s attraction her. A toned woman with a beautiful figure, flowing hair and a great dress sense – she even looked great gardening! Her wide-brimmed hat cast a shadow over her plentiful cleavage, the sun bearing down on her tastefully exposed midriff instead. She wore a pair of short shorts, something you’d expect a teenager to wear, except she pulled it off with unexpected chic.
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His thoughts snapped back when he heard his mother wail loudly in ecstasy. Tom watched her body writhe in bed, thrashing uncontrollably as an orgasm of insurmountable magnitude washed over her. Even then James remained inside her, slowing his thrusting a little as he buried his head in her breasts and lathered her nipples in his saliva. He watched as his friend’s lips crept up her bosom, to her neck and then finally her lips, where he engulfed her with an impassioned kiss.
Tom watched, surprised, as she returned his kiss with similar ferocity, her hips bucking at his again – a signal that she was ready for him to go again. James wasted no time, and while groping her breasts in his hands he drove into her with all his might. His grunts timed with her squeals, and then Tom watched as his friend seized up suddenly. Both their hips buckled, and James crashed down onto her, his head buried in her hair. His hips jerked uncontrollably and Tom suddenly realised what was happening.
As Tom watched James caress her hair and kiss her cheek, a thick white residue spilled past her still-filled opening, and began to drip on her bed.
*(I could continue this, but I'll need some inspiration! This short was something I decided to do on vacation, took me 20 minutes or so.)* | 3 | 0 | 4 |
[WP]Watching mother have sex | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 4 |
[wp] I've never been with another guy before... write me a story about my first time... | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 4 |
[wp] I've never been with another guy before... write me a story about my first time... | I had to post it in /r/sexystories because it got too long. Hope you like it!
Part 1:
http://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/2otl6k/the_ski_trip_surprise_mmoralfirst/
Part 2:
http://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/2oxw4s/the_ski_trip_surprise_2_mmmmforal/
Part 3:
http://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/2p4ath/the_ski_trip_surprise_3_mmmmforal/
Edit: Okay I went a little crazy. 13K words now. I'll stop, I promise. | 3 | 0 | 4 |
[wp] Beauty and the Beast/The Gentle Monster/Quasimodo and Esmeralda type story | abused *US*
I meant to type in the third to last sentence. | 1 | 0 | 6 |
[wp] Beauty and the Beast/The Gentle Monster/Quasimodo and Esmeralda type story | This sounds fucking weird... I love it!!!
It sounds like a fun challenge. Now what you wrote here is basically a full outline vs just an idea or prompt. I'll take the main themes, characters and sexual desires but may diverge from the outline beyond that.
Summon demons, really? A sleepy guard or siege on the castle fits a bit better. :p
Due to the plot you seem to want it's gonna be like 1500 words... A flash fiction trilogy! I'll see if I can finish part one during the weekend. Don't delete your account for a bit!
Cheers, you saucy devil ;)
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Choose your role during this interrupted interlude [wp] [ff] [cc] | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 |
[WP]Psychic SO is sending you dirty thoughts in class/at work | "Hello Emma". Emma turned around surprised, but saw no one. Strange she was sure she heard Tom's voice just now. Must be all the stress, she thought to herself and went back to work on her desk. She needed to finish writing this article by tonight. "You're definitely stressed baby, maybe I can help with that?". Emma stood up and looked around the office. Tom was nowhere to be seen at least for now. "Ok that's enough Tom, come on out" she said, not loud enough to be heard by Daisy who was two cubicles away, but loud enough for anyone in the vicinity. "I wish I could baby, but I think talking to you in your head is so much better". Emma suddenly felt a little scared, this wasn't a voice from the office. This voice was inside her head. For a while all was silent. Emma hesitantly spoke "Hello?". "You don't need to talk baby, you just need to think whatever you want to say" replied the voice in her head.
"Who is this?" She thought loudly, realising how stupid this must seem. "My my you can't recognise your own husband of two years?" said the voice and she could hear chuckle. It was definitely Tom's chuckle. She loved the way he laughed, and could recognise this sound anywhere. "Tom? What the hell is going on baby?" Emma was experiencing a variety of emotions right now. She was sitting bolt upright facing her computer, and her eyes were looking into the distance. "I don't know baby, I guess I'm psychic. You know what this means right?". Emma could almost sense the evil grin on his face that went with the last question.
"Tom, I know this is weird, and exciting and all, but I NEED to complete my job. We can discuss this later tonight"
"You're stressed baby. You need to relax. Give me half an hour and you can get back to your work, fresh as a daisy". Emma wasn't sure about this. She loved Tom more than anything else, but she knew what he had in mind. No way she could let stuff like that into work.
"Tom I'm at work, there are people around. Like I said no phone sex or sexting. This is just like that". Emma was satisfied feeling she just had the last word.
Tom was silent for a while. "Being psychic doesn't only mean we can talk, it also means I can read your thoughts and memories. You have some pretty dirty thoughts Em". He almost sounded malicious. Emma blushed but refused to believe and fall for his tricks. "Tom, I'm not going to fall for that. Now please leave me alone".
"Hmmm today at breakfast, you had a great desire to spank me while I was washing the dishes didn't you, you minx?". Emma gasped and felt the heat rush to her chest. How did he know that? Yes she thought about doing it as she was getting ready to go to work. It had been a week since they had had sex. Tom was really sweet, volunteering to do the dishes. The fact that he was in tight boxers did play a role too. But she was going to be late for work and thought better of it. The ride to the office was one big dirty fantasy as Emma recalled. Wait. Oh no, he couldn't see the entire fantasy afterwards could he?
"My my, that is not becoming of a lady like you Em. Would you have really licked my nipples after pouring hot honey on them?" Tom was really enjoying himself now. Emma was getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. "Ok Tom, fine. Yes I imagined all that. Now what are you gonna do about it?" she asked defiantly. She could see Diane and some others talking a few cubicles away. She gave them a smile.
"Just do what I say baby, and we'll take care of all that pent up energy in you" Kate felt her mind being consumed by visions and voices. She could see various scenes from her married life with Tom floating before her eyes. They were either fucking like rabbits or making out like teenagers in all of them.
"Tom? What are you doing?". Emma squirmed in her seat. She couldn't control her thoughts anymore. They roamed freely in the sexual wilderness of her brain. "Relax baby, just relax. Now I want you to slide your hand under your shirt, and place it on your breast".
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[wp] two high school guys wonder what it is like to have gay sex | "This is boring!"
I let out a loud sigh at the sound of my friend's whiny voice. Slowly, I shift my annoyed gaze from the open chemistry book in my lap to my friend, who was sitting next to me on my bed and staring at me with doe-like eyes. For the past 2 hours, he has been complaining about how boring studying was, and I have been able to ignore until now.
Closing my book, I brush my hair out from in front of my eyes and sigh again. Moving my book from my lap, I sit it on the hard-wood floor, crossing my thin arms over my chest. Cocking my head to the side, I say in an exasperated voice, "What do you wanna do, Jax?"
A few moments of silence. And then, "Well, I was on this website yesterday..." Jax trails of, and I roll my eyes at him, just wanting him to continue so we can get back to studying for our finals.
"Hurry up and spit it out." I growl softly at him, watching as he runs his fingers through his dark brown hair. Mentally, I take note of how his brown eyes flick around the room, but don't settle on anything in particular.
Finally, Jax continues what he was saying, "Okay, Andy, the thing is, I was looking up some stuff yesterday, and I came across these videos.." I notice him gulp slightly before continuing, "And it was two guys having sex."
My eyes widen and my mouth falls open, but I decide not to say anything. Shifting uncomfortably, I close my mouth and focus my gaze on Jax, waiting for him to say something else. "And?" I manage to choke out.
"I was wondering what it would be like!" Jax blurts out, his cheeks reddening as he turns away from me. His eyes focus on his lap, and I slowly scoot closer to him, my cheeks burning slightly as well.
"Well.." I trail off, unable to think of anything to say. Placing my hands in my lap, I shuffle my feet slightly, trying to think of something to do or say to Jax. Honestly, I'm slightly curious as to what it would be like, too.
My thoughts are interrupted as Jax says to me in a nervous voice, "Will you.. Have sex with me?" A soft gasp escapes me at Jax's question, and I look up at my friend sharply, my eyes wide.
He fumbles over his words in attempt to continue, "I-I mean, ya know, just to see what it would be like!" His cheeks are a bright red now, and I can't help but blush as well.
I think it over, chewing on my bottom lip lightly. After a few seconds of complete, I say in a shaky voice, "Okay. We can try it out." A couple minutes later, we are both naked, Jax's head in between my spread-apart legs.
My body is trembling as Jax's tongue flick against my hole, preparing me for when Jax will put his dick inside of me. I try not to moan as he pushes his wet tongue inside of me. Never in my life I would have thought I would be doing what I am now.
A soft whine accidentally escapes my parted lips when Jax pulls away. Panting softly, I look down at him, my eyes wide as he presses the tip of his erect cock against my wet hole.
My breath hitches in my chest as he pushes into me. The first thing I realize is the pain. It isn't that much pain, but it's enough to bring tears to my eyes. Squirming around, I let out a soft cry as Jax starts to push and pull his cock in and out of my tight hole.
Trying to calm my racing heart, I close my eyes tightly, biting my bottom lip. The pain continues for only a few more moments, and when it's finally gone, all I can feel is immense pleasure.
I moan softly, my eyes snapping open as I stare at Jax, who is thrusting in and out of me quickly. As he goes faster, the pleasure increases and I start moaning even more.
This goes on for about another minute; in, out, in, out. Finally, Jax pulls out and I watch as he tugs on his cock a few times before cumming on my ass. Feeling the warm cum coating my ass makes me reach my climax, and I come on my chest, panting loudly.
Slowly, I shift my clouded gaze to Jax and smile slightly. I then say, "We should do this more often." | 1 | 0 | 3 |
Bookstore | It’s bookstore day and I’ve been looking forward to it all week. I hate that I live so far from the store, given my class schedule, I can only make the train trip out once a week. But it brings me a little solace going there, being around books that I can actually read, and knowing that the people there speak English. What relief! It’s been so hard to adjust here. How the fuck did I end up here again? I feel like I’m just floating around through life, just avoiding having to settle into some fucking miserable career and join the goddamn rat race. I just needed to get away from my life and all the miserable assholes in it. Well, I guess being here is just as good as anywhere. If I have no idea where the fuck I want to be, it doesn’t fucking matter wherever the hell I am.
Still, it’s been tough. Learning the language has been such a bitch for me and I can’t stand the people. Everyone is so uptight and cold. More fucking miserable assholes. After all these months, I still haven’t been able to connect with anyone. But I can’t deny that I really want some company; I’ve been so lonely. I just spent my twenty first birthday alone, drunk in my flat and missing home. And, of course, I need to get laid! You would think that a cute American girl wouldn’t have any problem getting laid here, but I don’t even know where to go to get what I want. I feel so lost here. At least coming to the bookstore brings me a little respite from that, for at least one evening a week I can feel a little bit connected again, I don’t feel so lost when I’m there.
Honestly though, sometimes going to the store makes me feel more desperate to connect with someone. Being around people that I could connect with, makes me want it so fucking bad. Reading every erotic book they have doesn’t help either!! God, sometimes after a few hours of sitting there, consuming every dirty text that I can get my hands on, my pussy is dripping wet and I want so desperately to be with someone. Luckily it’s usually pretty lonely in the store and sometimes I can sit in the back corner and fuck myself while I read. It’s pathetic, I know, but hell, for now it’s all I got.
I get to the bookstore and I see that you’re working tonight. I’m glad it’s you and not one of your staff. When you’re here, sometimes we chit chat and at least you really know what you’re talking about when we talk about books; and your English is so much better than the jackasses that work for you. I ask you to help me find The Tropic of Capricorn. You recommended it once to me, a while back. I doubt you remember. You’re older and I’m sure you just think of me as some whatever dumb college kid that comes in. You have no idea that I hang onto your every word… that sometimes I wish you would take me in your office and fuck me….
You look good today, maybe I’m just feeling so fucking alone, but just seeing you makes me a little hot. You walk me back to the section and you start to grab the book, but I jump in front of you and reach up on my tiptoes to grab it before you do. I realize our bodies are close and as I come back down, I push myself a little back so that my ass brushes your cock. Oh shit! I feel an explosion of energy! Just touching you gets me going, and I can’t believe I fucking did that!! I try and stay calm as I walk away from you, but as soon as I’m in the next isle, my breathing get heavier and I start to feel very excited. I wander over to the back shelves and I wonder if you’re watching me. What did you think?! Fuck!! I want you to fuck me so bad, but I have no idea what you thought of that- shit! Maybe you’ll kick me out and tell me never to come back. That would be horrible! But just then I notice that you’re watching me as I browse around. You never do that. I‘m in your line of sight and I can feel your eyes burning into me and it’s making me so hot. You’re not going to kick me out, I can tell you liked it. My pussy starts to get wet and I want to hold your attention. So I bend down and pretend to look at the books on a lower shelf. I want you to watch me as I browse slowly and bend down little by little, moving my fingertip along the shelf, reading every title on the book bindings. I slowly bend at the waist, knowing that my skirt is lifting in the back, teasing you. As you’re helping a customer, you keep stealing glances back at me and I want you to see it all so I take my time. The customer leaves and you’re just standing there watching me, you see as my dress lifts up a bit more, showing you that I’m not wearing any panties and exposing my pussy just a little. I straighten up and look at you pretending to be embarrassed. I want to see your expression, but you look away, pretending that you didn’t see. Dammnit! I slide down onto the rug, sitting knees up facing you. I’m disappointed that you looked away and as I leaf through the pages of the Tropic of Capricorn, I’m thinking about what to do next. I’m so fucking hot right now, my thighs are starting to feel slippery from all the juices that are coming out of my cunt. You’re pretending to read a book behind the counter, but your eyes are locked on me, watching my every move. I let me knees fall slightly, and my dress falls down my thighs a little toward my waist. I lick my finger and turn the page, letting my knees fall open a little wider and my dress falls down a little bit more toward my waist. Every inch of my body is tingling right now and I’m trying desperately to control myself, to pretend like I don’t notice you watching me and acting like this is all just an accident. My knees are open to the edges of the open book, and I know that you can see my glistening pussy.
As you start to help another customer, I can’t stop myself from imagining you coming over here, sitting down on the rug in front of me, taking the book from my hands and sliding your fingertips down my thighs. When you get to my pussy, you rub two fingers between the outside of my labia and bend forward to kiss me. You shove two fingers in just as you shove your tongue into my mouth and kiss me desperately. You move your tongue down my body, licking my neck and moving down to my breast; you lick my nipples and suck my tits into your mouth as you shove your fist into my pussy, driving me wild. As I’m imagining you fisting me, lifting my back as a little moan escapes my mouth, the straps of my dress fall off my shoulders and my tits start to peek out as the fabric is sliding down.
I come back to reality as I hear you close the door behind the last customer, as soon as I hear you turn the lock, my nipples get pert and I can feel the blood pulsing hard through my body. I’m still pretending to browse through the book as you start to walk back toward me. You move slowly as you cross the rug, until you’re silently standing in front of me. As I look up I see that your rock hard cock is ready to rip your pants apart. It’s fucking huge and I swear I can see the blood pulsing through your dick as it gets bigger and bigger. I want you to fuck my face but I’m not exactly sure how to proceed. I’ve fantasized about this a lot, but I’ve never done anything like this before and I’m scared that I’m going to fuck this up.
I reach up timidly to grab your cock, a desperate attempt to get this started. You grab me by the wrist and pull me to your feet. You’re strong and as you pull me up, I feel you take control and I know that I am going to anything you want me to do. You turn me around and shove me face first into the shelf as your hand reaches up my dress. You shove two fingers into my hot, wet pussy. I stand back up and try to reach back and unzip your pants, but you grab both of my wrists with your large hand and push me back into the shelf. You pull your fingers out of my pussy, sliding them up through my ass cheeks as you make your way to your pants. You’re still restraining my wrists and pushing me into the shelf as you shove your raging cock into my pussy from behind, you thrust it in so hard, it lifts me onto my tiptoes and my face hits the books on the shelf. I let out an uncontrolled moan as you let go of my hands. I push myself off against the wall, shoving my ass back into you, so that you can pound me deep as you’re ripping my pussy apart.
Your hands reach under me and you grab my tits as you’re thrusting your cock in and out of the deep recesses of my pussy. You’re demeanor is calm but your strength is powerful against my tiny frame. With each thrust of your cock into my pussy, I get lifted up off my toes. I grab onto a shelf and you’re holding both sides of my waist as you continue to fuck me from behind. You want to pound me harder so you lift me up from my waist as I hold on to the shelf and you pound into me like a rag doll.
I can feel the aggression pulsing through your cock and I know you want to rip my body apart. You pull out and tell me to go back to your office. I hurry into the back room, eager to make my fantasy come true. You follow me in and close the door. You rip my dress off and put my arms around your neck as you lift me up by the ass cheeks and wrap my legs around your waist. You’re sucking my tits as you push me up against the wall then you lower my waist just enough so you can ram your dick back into my sloppy pussy. You’re pounding me so hard, with each thrust, I utter “oh god” and “fuck me” between gasps for breath that I am breathing into your neck.
You carry me over to your desk and lie me down on my back as you continue to ram my pussy, my legs are pushed up against my chest and you're looking down on me as you continue pounding me. I can feel your hot cum explode into my pussy, but your dick is so hard, there is no way that you’re done. I beg you for more, I want your raging rod to fuck every oriface of my body….
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[WP] A man is pegged for the first time | thinking about tackling this. | 1 | 0 | 6 |
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[WP] Two couples that are also friends decide to have a foursome but it turns out that one of the guy's cock is almost twice as large as the other guy's. | *This is my first attempt at writing this stuff. Sorry if it sucks, it's free.*
Jenna and I had been high school sweethearts. We even went to the same college so that we wouldn't be apart. Soon after came marriage. The normal, hum drum routines settled in. Until we met Alex and Laura. Jenna knew Laura from work, and they hit it off well. Soon there were dinner dates as friends, small parties with neighbors, sporting events. We had found our "best friend" couple.
Jenna and I were at their home. Alex was an amateur homebrewer, so the first taste of his newest batch was a special occasion, and we could not say "no." Laura and my wife had been reading *Fifty Shades of Grey*, which I wasn't wild about, but girls gotta have something to giggle about, don't they? It fared well for me at least. The wife has always liked to try new things but has not been strong in the imagination department when it comes to sex. Can't say that I have either. What I do know is that I never had my cock sucked so well until she picked up that book. She even let me slip my cock in her ass...only a little bit though. She couldn't take it. I don't blame here: I have about 9 inches of meat that I have to carry around, but it was nice to get the head in.
We had each had no less than 5 of Alex's brews before the ladies began giggling over their favorite book and in anticipation of the movie.
"You don't need that," Alex slurred "You got all the 'grey' you need right here, babe", motioning towards his crotch. "Oh, stuff it!" She exclaimed, then both ladies burst out laughing at the unintentional choice of words.
Alex grinned. "Yeah? Maybe I will. Maybe after our guests leave, I'll get that damn book out of your hands and let you handle something better?" Laura gave him a seductive look while my Jenna glance at the floor then right at me. I shrugged. Jenna laughed a little then said "You gonna take my book away too, babe?" I gave a sheepish smile before replying "Sounds like that's Alex's department." Everyone chuckled.
"You know..." Laura began, "Some couples do that. I mean, not saying all do, or, that we do or don't, but some get a lot out of it..." Alex made eye contact with me. Though we had all been drinking, I knew the look. It is the look one man gives another when he has something up his sleeve. Jenna looked back at me, then at Laura: "Wait..you...you two are...swingers?"
"Kind of." Responded Alex. "I mean...we don't do clubs. We don't swing with a lot of people. It has to be people we really click with. People...people like *you*." He moved his gaze from Jenna and then back to me as Laura moved closer to him, placing a hand on his thigh. "Yeah," she said, "Like you. Have you ever thought about it?"
I would be lying if I said that I didn't sometimes fantasize about watching my wife get fucked. But like this? A reality? Nah...could we? Could I fuck another woman in front of my wife? Was I ready to let this man put himself into my woman? "I have" I blurted out. Laura and Jenna both seemed surprised and Alex smirked. "I...I just don't know if it is the *right* thing for me...I mean, I know *she* wants it." Jenna's cheeks went red. "Babe," I said, "If you want to...I mean...if you are comfortable with it...I...I think I would like to see you make love to another man..."
There was an awkward silence. Laura began rubbing Alex's crotch through his pants. Jenna looked at me and began to get up and come over. I gestured "no" and she stopped. Alex looked at me and then her. I nodded my head towards my wife to go to Alex. "Don't you want a little attention too?" Laura said this as she looked at me with hungry eyes. "Not yet..." I said "...I am not sure if I want this for me...but watching Jenna get it would be arousing to be honest..."
As they understood me, Laura went and guided my Jenna to Alex. She put Jenna's hand on her husband's crotch and told her to continue. After a few rubs my wife mounted Alex, both being fully clothed, and began grinding as he moved his hands over every inch of her body. Laura came over to me even though I said I was not interested in participating. She began kissing my feet, slowly moving up towards my groin. I tried to shy away, but once her lips were at my belt, I couldn't stop from getting hard. I looked over and saw that my wife's shirt was off and that Alex's pants and boxers were down to his ankles. She was sucking his cock.
It was strangely arousing...maybe because his was smaller. She was able to fit the whole thing into her mouth so easily. She was making choking sounds. Laura slid her hand into my pants, searching for my ever-hardening cock. When she found it, her eyes wen't huge. I looked down at her and winked. She unbuckled me and pulled my pants down. She rubbed the bulge under my briefs as my cock stiffened to it's fullest. Grabbing my underwear and pulling it down made my cock pop out like a soldier at attention. Her mouth enveloped me and I forgot any guilt I thought I would have about fucking another woman.
Alex and Jenna were completely nude at this point, and he had her sitting on his shaft as thrusted up into her. She was moaning. I pulled off Laura's top and made her remove her pants and panties. "You want to get up here so I can taste your pussy?" I asked. "No. I want you to bend me over and make me feel every inch of this bad boy, bad boy." So I did.
I slid my cock right between her legs as she leaned over the arm of the sofa. She let out a loud moan as each inch went deeper. I could feel the walls of her pussy swallowing and enveloping every part of my cock. Her vagina's lips were warm as I went in deep enough to feel my balls push against them. I pulled myself out slowly, then quickly rammed myself back in as she gasped. I had her. I took her. Faster and faster. The sound of my balls slapping against her pussy was marvelous. Like music. Her moans were the perfect compliment to them. On the other side of the room my wife was screaming from what Alex had to give her. She was then back on her knees, sucking his cock.
Alex kept his eyes on me and his wife the whole time. It sounded like Jenna was doing him quite well, but he had this intense look about him...I tried to ignore it. I positioned Laura on the couch so that I could fuck her nice and deep in a missionary like stance. It worked well. I was able to keep up a good pace as I pumped her, but I could still see Alex eyeballing us out of the corner of my eye. He was...jealous. I tried to focus as swear dripped off my face and onto Laura's tits. "I'm going to cum!!!" she exclaimed, so I pumped harder and she screamed within a few seconds. I could feel each pulse of her orgasm as her pussy contracted around my penis, squeezing my cock in delightful spasms.
I took myself out of her. I sat down beside her, motioning for her to suck me off. "Come here, Laura." It was Alex. She got up and got on her knees before him, ready to replace Jenna who had stood up and began moving to me. "Listen, man" I began "I...I'm sorry...I though you were cool with this?"
"I was" Alex said, "But we've never had a man over with...a decent size dick like that...I mean...most men fuck Laura well enough but I have never heard her scream like that..." "Babe, I'm sorry," Laura began... "Did you like it?" He asked her. "Yeah." She replied. "He filled my hole completely. It was amazing, babe, please don't be upset. I love you." Alex got up and I was afraid he would punch me. He pushed Jenna and Laura aside. I stood up too. No man treats my wife like that. No man pushes her aside like an afterthought. Before I could say anything, he was on his knees.
"What are you doing?!" He began sucking me! I backed away. "If you can fuck my wife that good, I think I wanna know too." He got down on all fours. "Fuck me." "What?!" I asked. "Fuck me!" he yelled. I remembered how good it felt just having the head of my penis in Jenna's ass the other night. What about the whole thing? "My wife can't have good dick and me have no fun. Fuck me with that big cock of yours!"
I don't remember putting it in. I don't remember the lube. I don't even remember walking over to him. I just remember the acute tightness of his asshole as I slid my cock inside and began pounding him. His cock was still hard and Jenna crawled underneath him to suck it as I stuffed him with my meat. Laura joined in by licking my asshole and nutsack as I gave her husband ever inch of my cock. He was moaning and grunting as much as me until I unleashed a torrent of cum right up his ass. My orgasm was stronger than I thought it would be, and a lot of semen spilled out as I removed my cock from his ass. Laura sucked my balls and licked my cum of my shaft and head while my wife took Alex's load down her throat.
There's no easy way to transition out of an event like that. We each got a second wind and began fucking our respective spouses about 15 minutes later. More beer was drank. It ended like a normal night after that. Now, about 2 times a month, Alex or Laura will give us a call. We do it all again. We've met new couples and learned new tricks and tips. My wife won't be needing any new books any time soon. | 7 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] Two couples that are also friends decide to have a foursome but it turns out that one of the guy's cock is almost twice as large as the other guy's. | We've always had a reasonable sex life; in our younger days we used to fuck like rabbits, any place we could arrange it. Kids change that; we've settled down, a bit more mundane but still solid. We'd been friends with Kate and Steve for about 10 years after our kids started school together and regularly went round to their place for dinner without the kids to enjoy a bit of adult conversation (and booze). It had been an atrociously hot day, over 40 degrees c, and we'd all been running around taking kids to and from sport events and doing shopping and arranging baby sitters...it was chaos. As we arrived at their place we looked like a wreck; sweaty, disheveled and we both regretted no having spent more time on how we looked. The door opened to Steve looking even worse. He'd been in the garden all day and not had time to clean up. Kate wasn't much better; she'd been left to run the kids around and get them off to their grandparents for the night. We all just laughed at how shit we looked.
We poured some drinks and sat outside, all agreeing that we needed to write the day off and simply get over how bad we all looked. The wine and beer kept flowing as the sun went down. Kate kindly offered for us to use the guest bathroom to which we all agreed we were over how we looked. You could tell she was keen to clean up and felt uncomfortable in her mess.
"Jump in the jacuzzi.", I jokingly suggested, "clothes and all, you'll save a load of washing as well.". We all chuckled then she put down her wine, stood up, walked straight over to the jacuzzi and was in. She dunked herself under completely, coming up now in an almost see through white sun dress.
"Oh why not.", said my wife and she followed. Steve and I brought the drinks over and I took a bit more time before I jumped in, removing the contents of my pockets.
I'm not sure if you've been in a jacuzzi fully clothed, but it's not that fun. It's a kind of wet through, uncomfortable feeling. The look on everyone's face told me they were feeling the same so I took the initiative and whipped of my shorts. I was, of course, still wearing underpants, so nothing controversial about it. My wife followed suit, but that was removing a dress, leaving her in a much more revealing position. Steve and Kate simply towed the line and soon we were all in our underwear.
And that's when there was an awkward pause. We soberingly realised the position we were in and more importantly, where this was going. We naturally paired up with each wife retreating to their husbands. Nothing was being said as we sipped our drinks until Kate made the first move and dive onto Steve's face, tongue rammed down his throat. I was waiting for my wife to make the same move but she just watched, instead deciding to run a hand up my leg towards my crotch. Steve's hand slid down his wife's back and grabbed her pert ass. I finally got my wife's lips against mine as I cupped her amazing boobs through her bra. We kept fondling, every now and then glancing at the other couple to see how they were progressing, making sure we kept up the pace.
Kate peeled off Steve eventually and removed her bra. I've always admired her boobs, but they were perhaps an A or B cup, compared to my wife's D's, so there was a huge difference. As my wife copied Kate, all eyes turned to her huge boobs being released. Steve's mouth was left wide open and I could tell he craved more boob in his life. The girls returned to their men now with free licence to feel, squeeze and eventually suck on the newly freed hooters.
Within minutes, Steve had moved himself onto the edge of the jacuzzi and hints of what was to come were obvious. You could make out his erection in his wet undies and Kate was eagerly eyeing it off. Again, my wife just watched but this time, rather than taking her own approach, she just froze when Kate slid off Steve's pants.
He was huge. A monster cock over 8 inches had been unleashed. Kate turned and smiled at my wife as she grabbed hold of it as kind of a "You've got big boobs hey? Well look at what I've got!". My wife's breathing had quickened and here eyes were locked on Steve's knob as Kate began to suck it. I was also impressed; I've got an average cock and while she's never complained, I know my wife had had bigger before me and always made comments when she saw porn on the internet with huge cocks in them.
My wife eventually sat me up on the edge of the jacuzzi but rather than a BJ, she quickly whipped off her knickers and mounted me reverse cowgirl style. This gave her the ability to watch as Steve fucked Kate in the same way but with Kate facing away from us. I could feel my wife's fingers going at her clit and she was playing with her nipples as I held her hips pushing down harder. She was like a woman possessed working hard to reach that goal. Now and then as I sat up to get comfortable I could catch a glimpse of Kate's ass bouncing up and down but I think it was the huge shaft pushing into her cunt that my wife was more focussed on. Kate was obviously enjoying it and was now moaning very loudly.
Within minutes we were all reaching the edge and I couldn't hold back as my wife came and I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock, pumping a load of cum into her. Steve screamed about the same time, instead pulling out of Kate and cumming all over her asshole, which I think set my wife off again as she had an amazingly long orgasm. There was little said between us. We all collapsed around the jacuzzi and sipped our drinks.
"Well that escalated quickly", I said and we all chuckled. "Yes, I didn't quite expect that.", Kate replied. "Yes", said my wife, "I didn't expect THAT." nodding her head at Steve's now underwater package.
"You like it?", Kate asked, to which my wife just smiled.
"It's not the size of the wand but the magic in it.", I quickly added there was a general laugh but I could tell what the girls were thinking.
"It looks even bigger up close.", Kate said to my wife who turned to me like a kids who's just been offered and ice cream. I nodded for her to head over and she was off like a flash, sliding over to the opposite side of Steve from Kate.
"I feel like a piece of meat.", Steve said.
"Well, with the exception of a bog cock you're practically useless as a man." I replied as part of my ongoing slandering of Steve's inability to even change a lightbulb let alone do any DIY around the house.
Kate lifted Steve out of the water again and even in his flaccid, spent state he was big. My wife was locked onto it as Kate palmed the head of Steve's cock to show it's whole size to her.
"It's almost too big.", Kate quipped. "When we first met, I struggled."
"And now your vagine, it hangs like sleeve of wizard.", I said in my best Borat impersonation. I was trying to get some attention while it was all clearly focussed on Steve's cock.
My wife locked eyes with Kate and she just nodded back, some kind of woman-to-woman telepathic language that was politely asking if she could feel her husband's cock and before you knew it, she had her fingers around his shaft. Steve flinched a little and then smiled.
My wife turned to me for approval again. We've spoken once or twice about sex with others, mainly when we'd been somehow in situations where it might have happened (on holidays etc) and we were both keen on it, but we'd never actively pursued it. So she knew my position on it; as long as we're honest,a s long as we call out if we feel uncomfortable, we're both OK with it. So of course I smiled and she began to stroke.
I watched as Steve's cock started to grow. Pulsing as the blood flowed into his shaft, my wife eyeing off each inch of growth it achieved. She turned her attention to the head of his cut cock as it came to life, rubbing a finger under the head of Steve's cock which made him moan. Kate came into the scene as she sat up beside Steve and passionately kissed him. She lifted her ass of the edge of the jacuzzi and directed it towards me as an invite to join in. While it was a tempting offer I stayed back; I knew it was one of Steve's fantasies, like all men, to have two women work just on him.
My wife then wrapped her lips around the head of Steve's cock and she leat out a little moan as she began to work on it. Kate put a hand on the back of her head to push her down further. She gave her a little time to get used to the size but was soon challenging my wife to take more and more. Steve was loving it, who wouldn't love their wife pushing another womans head down on to their cock?
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[WP] Two couples that are also friends decide to have a foursome but it turns out that one of the guy's cock is almost twice as large as the other guy's. | ...continued
Eventually my wife couldn't take any more and she pulled back, floating her way back to me. I thought it was to spend some time with her loving husband, but instead she sat back in my lap, put her hands beside mine on the jacuzzi seat and lifted her hips into the air, raising her pussy above the water line, legs spread, inviting Steve in.
"I want his cock in me", she whispered to me, and I just smiled. Steve took his cue and waded forward with his cock swinging before him. He approached my wife's cunt with eagerness, gabbing each of her thighs as he approached and parting them wider making her gasp. He lined up his cock right away and aimed for her hole. A few slides of the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips to make sure he was lubed up and he was on his way in.
I felt her whole body tense as he slid in, even the first few inches. He hands clenched mine, her ass tightened and she wriggled to find the path of least resistance for Steve's cock to enter her. He took his time and I assumed if you had a cock that big you knew how to handle it. Slowly with each few pushes he went in a little deeper until he was about half way and my wife looked as if she was about to burst.
"OK?", he asked her to which she just nodded. In one last move he slid the rest of his monster cock in and she screamed and then stopped as if her lungs had been blocked shut by his huge cock. She exhaled as her cunt stretched a little to accommodate his massive shaft. He quickly settled into a rhythm as Kate arrived at his side having been watching from the edge of the jacuzzi. She held one leg wide and put a hand on his ass, as if he needed any more momentum to ram home my wife. Now and then she would slide a hand between him and my wife's pussy to give them both a bit of added pleasure.
My wife's boobs were thrashing around in the water as they were being flung back and forth in unison with Steve's thrusts. I grabbed hold of them and particularly each nipple. Kate bent down and gave one a quick suck which just sent my wife over the edge. She lifted her ass higher, pushing against Steve's thrusts, raising her legs higher to let him go deeper and deeper. She began to moan and I knew what that meant. She locked eyes with Steve, willing him to fuck her harder and he upped his pace. She got tenser and loader and very soon she was shuddering as the waves of a huge orgasm were starting. She came, wrapping her legs around Steve's hips, pulling him in tighter and deeper to get the most cock to cum against. Shortly after she started, he was ready to blow and pulled out of my wife. Kate gabbed his cock and her last few strokes saw a load of cum pump out that monster and onto my wife's belly, which she eagerly rubbed over her tits and turned to me for a passionate kiss.
Everyone slumped back down spent, except for me, of course. I was still rock hard from witnessing the display that had just happened before me, and I could tell Kate was up for more. But that's another chapter....
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[WP][EU] Batgirl: From Super Heroine to Super Slut | too specific. Title speaks for itself. Let people perceive it through their own creativity. | 2 | 0 | 5 |
[WP][EU] Batgirl: From Super Heroine to Super Slut | Joker, the wild card in a deck full of rules.He played his hand a little too early this time.He's threatened to take down the Server farm in Wayne Tower in retribution for new pending legislation restricting net neutrality.Batman and Robin have traced the Joker from a break in at military weapons cache. Street cameras and Bat-drones have been following his movements through the city.The heros are still inbound to engage the inconspicuous delivery trucks when the convoy splits off in three directions. A spotter on the last truck watches through binoculars as The hero's Aircraft splits in half. His truck pulls away from the other two and as predicted the winged oppressors pursue the 2 groups moving towards the tower. As the last truck changes direction towards the edge of town the spotter calls it in over the radio "Boss, The birds are flying south this fall, just as expected."
He turns away from the small window in the back door of the truck. He gives the thumbs up to his five fellow gang members with shotguns and bullet proof vests. he pushes past the half a dozen or so kneeling, bound scientists and takes a seat next to the driver, Harley Quinn."We're all good then?" she inquired.
"yup. Your man's got their number. They ain't followin us." The thug flipped on the radio; Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal. "No use sitting in silence the rest of the ride".
"Oh fuck that" She pulls out a cassette with a wink. He gave her a "what the fuck" look. She put it up full blast: Barbie Girl by Aqua.Everyone else put their hands over their ears, but she pulls out an automatic Tech9 and sprays a fancy looking store front. One of the scientists tried to make a move and gets himself knocked the fuck out. Sirens quickly follow. "Never a dull moment" was more of a commandment to Quinn than a fact of life.
Nearby in waiting room of Gotham PD Barbara Gordon was watching her father pull his hair out as calls poured in and officers rushed about this way and that. She was here to have a serious conversation with Commissioner Gordon, her father, but it was a bad time. It was usually a bad time. Her phone started vibrating in her pocket. With a labored sigh she fished for it in her pocket.
She smiled at the Caller ID. "Hey it's Dick"
"I know. Whats up?"
"Hey so you were really helpful that last time when we were in the pinch with Victor Fries. We could use some more help."
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[meta] Am I missing something with the prompts? | Sure!
Being someone who likes to write, I'm much more likely to take on a prompt that the entirely of it is one line than I am a prompt where the person basically starts a story and wants it continued.
I want to have my brain tickled with a *concept* - I can do the *writing* bit myself.
Edit: That said, downvoting is endemic in creative subreddits. Don't take it to mean anything at all other than some people are twits. | 12 | 0 | 21 |
[meta] Am I missing something with the prompts? | I'm sorry you feel that way! I agree that multiparagraph posts are very helpful in setting tone and inspiring writers, but we didn't want to force prompters to have to give extra detail if they didn't want to and we were worried too much detail might restrict other writers. If it does become more of issue we will address the change in a sticky post and change some rules or increase moderation. If there's anything else we can do, please let us know. It's been difficult finding our footing on how much we should interfere | 5 | 0 | 21 |
[meta] Am I missing something with the prompts? | I think it's good that this forum is having a conversation about what makes a sophisticated writing prompt. this conversation should probably be sticky to the top for a month or so. | 2 | 0 | 21 |
(WP)GF brought over her creepy friend who wants to film the 2 of you in a porno for school art project. | Note about inspiration: In my head it's usually men who instigate pornographic activity. The Idea of this prompt is, as you might guess, role-reversal. | 1 | 0 | 5 |
(WP)GF brought over her creepy friend who wants to film the 2 of you in a porno for school art project. | Lorna's photproject, a story in three parts
She looked at me pleadingly with her big puppy-dog eyes showing a hint of nervousness, over her shoulder I could see her friend Lorna hovering awkwardly. Lorna was a weird looking girl, too skinny, too pale and too shiny - her hair was lank and flat, her skin lacked complexion to the extent in places she looked almost dead and the slight gloss the grease and oil on her skin highlighted the effect making her wholly unattractive. I'd never really understood why my girlfriend was even friends with her, I mean I know the world isn't all about looks but it's not like she's got a winning personality, the rare times she does speak it's never anything interesting. My girl on the other hand is beautiful in every way; her skin radiant and perfected with a light dusting of skilfully applied make-up, her lips full and cherry red, body lithe with all the right curves and humps. Jade is bubbly, happy and always the life and soul of a party - the two of them couldn't be more different, Lorna seemed to drain the life out of a room which is probably why most people seeme eager to ignore her.
I'm no prude but my girlfriend knows I’m not big on kissing in public, I dunno I guess it's just a confidence thing really. my mind fills up with all this worry about people watching and laughing at how silly i look - kissing on camera is going to be so much worse, i wonder if i can even do it.
"you can delete the pictures if you don't like them" she whispered
"yah, but...' i don't know how to express my misgivings so instead just trail off with my resolution sapping the longer I looked at Jade's pretty little eyes.
"it'll be fun," she smiled coyly and lent in close "if not then i promise i'll make it up to you in private..." she winked and kissed me gently on the lips, well i guess that settled it...
Me and Jade went into the kitchen to make tea while Lorna set up her equipment in the living room, i tried to set my misgivings aside and decided I’d made the right choice because it didn't really matter what happened in front of Lorna, her opinion didn't really matter and the fun I'd have with Jade after would make up for it. Jade was already kissing and cuddling me affectionately as if trying to prove the point, her soft arms wrapped around me and her warm breath as sweet as honey filled my mouth as she pushed her tongue to mine and began licking and teasing with unabashed abandon. I kissed back enjoying the taste and texture of her lips, the warmth of her mouth and the passion in her movements, slowly I let my hands wrap around her and felt her body pressed to mine, her firm round chest firmly against me. She reached back and took my hand sliding it down onto her backside, thankful I kissed her deeper and squeezed it gently, she moaned a quiet groan of pleasure into my mouth and ground herself against my crotch as we kissed.
The kettle clicked and after one last squeeze Jade let go of me and turned to pour the water into thge cups,
"oh baby, I love you" she said turning to kiss me again.
"I love you baby"
"Thanks for doing this for me, i really mean that" she kissed me again
"Anything for you baby" i kissed her
"I love you babe!" she pushed her tongue into my mouth and ground her thigh into my crotch, "I’m going to do whatever you want when we're alone, I’ll be like your little sex slave!" she laughed and broke off the erotic cuddle "but only if we get the pictures Lorna needs for her art project." she said turning suddenly serious, or at least pretending to, i gulped in mock fear
"OK, deal." I stuck out my hand mimicking her seriousness.
"deal." she shook it.
Jade took two mugs and went out to where Lorna was waiting, I paused to take a quick breather and rearrange my clothes, Jades affections had given me a semi so I had to wait for that to relax and tuck it away as best I could before picking up my mug and following. We sipped out tea awkwardly while Jade explained to me that for her uni art project Lorna was doing a photo story essay and had been given the topic 'love' and she wanted pictures of couples kissing and cuddling. Sounded pretty boring to be honest but I pretended to be interested for Jades benefit, Lorna just looked on saying little beside the occasionaky 'yeah' and 'mmm' in agreement.
No point delaying further, me and Jade positioned ourselves in front of the blue sheet she'd hung and stood looking into each others eyes waiting nervously for the signal to start,
"ok, I’m ready" Lorna informed us and Jade leaned forward puckering her lips to kiss me child-style on the lips, a camera bulb flashed and I jumped a little.
"relax baby" Jade wrapped her arm around me and stroked my back as she leaned in to kiss me again and the camera flashed for a second time, this time I managed to pretty much ignore it.
"good, nice" Lorna encouraged as Jade shifted from pecking to snogging, "hold him tight" Jades arms wrapped around me in response to the command "that's it, good" Jade ate my face with passionate abandon "good. good. kiss her back" as if woken from a spell I moved into action opening my jaw and pushing my tongue to meet hers "that's it, and hold her" I let my arms close around Jade as instructed, "great!" the camera kept flashing and whirling.
We kissed passionately ignoring the clicking and flashing camera, our tongues clashed and lips mashed as Lorna circled us clicking away. In my head I was obsessing over how stupid I must look, how absurd the images of such an ungainly fool awkwardly sucking the face of such a beautiful girl would turn out but the sweet taste of her upon my lips and the rising heat in my loins stopped me seriously regretting my decision to do this. I barely even thought of the camera when Jade moved my hands onto her ass, that familiar softness made my fingers tingle with pleasure and gently I squeezed the firm curve of her ass against my palm.
"That's real good" Lorna half whispered "real passion" Jade had worked her leg between mine and was sliding her thigh against my crotch almost dry humping me "that's it, real passion" Jade increased her thrusting so she was sliding down and pushing her pert butt into my hands then rising up and sliding her thigh up between my legs where my cock was against starting to swell. She had one arm around my back with her hand between my shoulders which she used to hold us together while she did this sexy grinding motion against me, this caused her soft round tits to press firmly into my chest, i could feel the soft globes deforming against me as she slowly bounced up and down. It was heavenly.
Lorna's voice blended into the background noise with a constant stream of encouragement and suggestion, I half wondered how many pictures she was going to take and how long this was going to go on for but I didn't really mind while I was enjoying it so much.
"that's it squeeze her, really squeeze that ass" I felt my fingers dig into Jades pert little butt and the flesh moulded itself around my digits causing them to tingle with a delightfully satisfying sensation "yeah, work it, like that, more" i found myself kneading Jades pert ass in my hands, i'd never been this forceful with her but as it was under Lorna's command I thought i could get away with it, Jade didn't seem to object as I rolled and mashed the soft flesh between my fingers. "that's it, pull her into you, yeah, let her keep that rhythm, yeah, yeah, that's it, work her, pull her into you, let her slide down then pull her up again, yeah that's it, get the pace going while you snog" I was far too into the sensation for it to even cross my mind that Lorna's commands were becoming overly sexual, all I knew was my cock was throbbing as Jade skilfully teased it with her thigh as she thrust and wriggled against me.
I was directed to put my left hand on the back of her neck and pull her into the kiss, not that she needed it but controlling which way she faced while I kissed her was strangely enjoyable and while I was protected by the excuse of Lorna's photo-project I decided to have some fun grasping her head and turning it while i devoured her face with horny gusto.
"oh yeah that's it, that's it, really fucking eat her face!" in response to Lornas command I pulled Jades head back and pushed my mouth to hers, both spread painfully wide as if competing to swallow each other whole our mouths wrestled and slowly I dominated her and rose above forcing her down and closing her mouth with mine as if consuming her I sucked and chewed on her lips. "yes, yes, that's it, eat her pretty little face!" Lorna encouragement was breathy and horse as she circling slowly "get over her, bare down on her, really eat that slut." I was far too horny for the language to bother me, in my current state of mind this was the horniest god damn thing ever and I the things Lorna was saying was only adding to my enjoyment, "yeah that's it, and don't forget about her butt, squeeze it, yeah, squeeze it, really fucking working it, yeah, that’s it, that’s it, squeeze it, grope it, yeah, wrap your hand right around that curvy little behind, that’s it, squeeze it proper... yeah, yeah, squeeze it tight, pull her up into you, reach under that’s it, yeah right there, squeeze it, work it, yeah come on fucking work that slut." Strangely while my body was enjoy the pleasures of Jade body my mind suddenly decided Lorna wasn't so bad after all, in fact my mind decided it rather liked Lorna actually, as my hand pawed at the crotch of Jade jeans it quietly recanted all the bad things it had thought about Lorna.
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[Meta] The Writing courage | Maybe having some king of flair or point system might help? It could create some kind of competitive feeling. I'm a new user, and I'm surprised to find so many prompts with no answers. | 3 | 0 | 8 |
[Meta] The Writing courage | I'll be honest, I'm not sure if my writing would be any good, or just crap.
Also, if someone else answers they might put a better story.
I mean, to get good you have to practice, but to practice I'd seem to displace other people's practicing. | 5 | 0 | 8 |
[Meta] The Writing courage | I'm a new user only submitted one story so far and not sure if I'll settle here or move on like the little hobo i am...
i think the most obvious thing i'm questioning at the moment is - is it worth me posting, will people see the work i've done? of course mostly i just write for the practice and the personal enjoyment but i do want people to see it too, of course it do...
At the moment i worry that the stories i post will kinda go un-noticed by most people, even in threads that aren't that old - i really like the contest system with links in the sidebar, maybe some kinda of wiki with links to stories and whatnot?
anyway love the sub and hope to become a contributing member :) | 1 | 0 | 8 |
[Meta] The Writing courage | I think in all subreddits across reddit the percentage of subscribers that actually participate is low, not just this one. Having said that, the activity in this subreddit *has been* a little low in the last couple of months and I (and I'm sure the other mods as well) am looking forward to the suggestions and discussion in this thread. | 1 | 0 | 8 |
[IP]Your SO comes home drunk in the middle of the day. | "HI BABY!!" screamed Gaby as she waltzed through the front door and hugged Henry. Henry was taken aback by the sudden show of enthusiasm. As she showered him with kisses, he was even more thrown off by the smell of alcohol. "My God Gaby, you're dead drunk! It's the middle of the day for god's sakes. What did you do with your friends?" moaned Henry. Gaby wasn't too good with alcohol. It went to her head and she was liable to run and make mischief like a three year old. They already had one of those, and Henry thought with Andy at his grandma's for the weekend, this weekend might be ....CRASH. Henry rushed into their bedroom to find the desk overturned with all the paraphernalia strewn on the floor. "Gaby that's enough you need to calm down and go to bed" Henry followed the trail of clothes to the shower. He could have also followed the wailing sound, which was Gaby's best impression of Beyonce. But he tried to shut off that sound as much as he could.
Gaby was in her red panties and bra, dancing in the running shower. She looked amazing as usual, with her toned stomach. Henry loved her thighs, they looked so delicious. There was no other word to describe them, and she had gotten angry at him more than once for his tendency to bite. But she loved it and he knew it. "Gaby, please stop this right this moment!" pleaded Henry. As soon as she saw him, she grabbed his hands and tried to waltz with him. "Come on baby dance" she crooned, and moved across the floor smoothly. Too fast for Henry though. "Gaby stop you'll get us both killed" moaned Henry. As he feared, he collapsed on his back, dragging Gaby on top of him as well. "Oomph, stay right there" he grabbed her hands to prevent her from standing up.
She stared straight down at him with a light in her eyes. "Oooh Henry, why didn't you tell me you wanted to play?", she sounded just like a school girl right now. Henry could feel his arousal rising, but he wasn't so sure of having sex with Gaby while she was intoxicated. They were both pretty wet from the shower right now. Henry wondered if Gaby was wetter than she should be. Amazingly Gaby seemed to read his mind. She sneaked her left hand under her soft silk panties. She brought it out dripping wet, and it definitely wasn't water. She brought it close to his lips. "Lick it", she commanded. Henry obliged. He could feel his hard on poking against his shorts. Gaby adjusted her position on his crotch, pushing down on his hard on. Damn this woman, he thought. She seemed to have gained mind reading abilities with all that drink. "So what shall we do Gaby?", Henry knew very well what he wanted to do to her. He was just curious if she was still in this world. She looked at him like she meant business. Suddenly she grabbed his shirt and tugged at it harshly. "Hey wait..", Henry tried to stop her, but it was too late. She ripped it off and threw it aside. Henry stared at Gaby hungrily, ravenously. He had never seen her like this. He was loving this animal side of her. "I hated that shirt anyway" she said smiling. Her fingers circled his nipples slowly. Water dripped down Gaby's face down her neck, past her now transparent bra and settled down in her panties, mixed with all her other juices. "You're gonna pay for that Gaby" Henry raised his hand and grabbed her neck, slowly tightening his grip. She just laughed and dug into his chest with her sharp fingernails. "Don't make me too angry Gaby" warned Henry. "Oooooh, I wonder how angry baby can get" she crooned, drawing her nails down his chest. That's definitely going to leave a mark, Henry thought to himself. Henry couldn't wait to ...'SLAP'
Henry looked at her shocked, his left cheek still stinging like crazy. "What was that for?" he hissed. "To make you angry baby", she said laughing, choking every now and then under his grip. Henry growled and grabbed her hips, turning around and pinning her on the floor. He pinned her hands and looked at her dangerously. He reached down and tore her bra off from the middle. He slapped her hard on the face, leaving one side of her face red. She still wouldn't stop smiling. He slapped her again, leaned in and kissed her viciously. Their tongues fought for domination, but at the end there was no clear winner. She wrapped her legs around his lower torso, and moaned "Fuck me baby, I want your fat dick in me". Henry didn't protest either, he hastily pulled down his shorts and his dick sprung out, all eight inches of it. He pushed her panties to the side and stuck it in immediately. "OH FUCK" screamed Gaby, her hands immediately going to Henry's back and holding him tight. Henry couldn't believe how wet and smooth her pussy felt. He thrust into her hard and fast. He could feel her ass scraping against the rough bathroom floor, making a squeaky sound. Gaby's moans were much much louder though. "Yes baby, fuck me harder, HARDER!!". Henry's body slapped against hers vigorously. Henry could feel her breasts bouncing under him. He grabbed one of them and licked her erect nipple. Henry could feel her nails digging into his back. She was really getting into it. Henry was fucking her really hard now, he was almost out of breath. She didn't seem any closer to cumming though. "Don't ever stop fucking me baby" she moaned. Henry lifted her up and smashed her agains the wall, still fucking her. He looked deep into her eyes as he thrust his throbbing cock into her. Her mouth was open in delight as each thrust pushed her to higher levels of ecstasy. She drew her nails down Henry's back, drawing some blood. This only made Henry fuck her even harder. "FUCK ME OH YES FUCK ME BABY", she was screaming really really loud now. Damn, alcohol really got to her head. "I'm gonna cum baby" moaned Henry, he couldn't take it any longer. "CUM INSIDE ME BABY, CUM!". Henry did as he was told. He groaned and bit down on her neck as he filled her insides with his hot bodily fluids. He could feel her whole body shaking. Her orgasm lasted for at least twenty seconds, and Henry could only marvel at it. He slumped to the floor with his wife on top of him. All he wanted to do was sleep with her lying on top of him like this. Henry thought she was passed out, but she surprised him with a kiss. "You were wonderful baby. Now go to sleep, because we've got round two as soon as you wake up" she whispered, with no hint of drunkenness about her. She went to sleep with her head on his chest. Henry smiled and dozed off without a worry in the world. | 3 | 0 | 5 |
[IP]Your SO comes home drunk in the middle of the day. | I was sitting in the living room with a couple of the guys from work going over the Gillford proposal when Sam came crashing into the room and stumbled drunkenly into a heap on the floor. She was wearing a short little cocktail dress which rode up to display her firm thighs through the sheer tights she wore, Dave raised his eyebrows.
'are you ok? what's going on?" i asked confused
'i'm fucking drunk, that's what's happened!' she laughed and pushed her hands into the floor raising her ass into the air as she tried to climb back to her feet. 'I'm fucking drunk.' she said triumphantly as she finally managed to right herself.
'you're drunk!' i said dumbly.
'no shit!' Dave laughed.
'I'm drunk!' she repeated sitting down on the floor cross legged unconcerned her short little dress was exposing the bright white flash of cotton between her legs.
The others all looked on grinning dumbstruck as she sat there giggling to herself,
"it was mimi's birthday, we had to celebrate!" she laughed
"it's barely one o'clock" I said still in disbelief
"THE NIGHT IS STILL YOUNG!" she jumped to her feet and threw her hands in the air with a sudden burst of energy, "Let's party!" she started to dance about the room laughing to herself and shrieking with joy, the other men seemed to be enjoying her shapely ass and pert round tits wiggling in front of them but i was dying of embarrassment.
"please Sam, I have work to do, go and sleep it off."
"you always have work to do!" she stamped her foot and turned to glare at me, her drunkenness flaring into self-pitying rage - my god she was an annoying drunk. "You never have time to party with me anymore, you never do anything fun!"
"that's because I'm working to earn enough to buy you all the expensive things you like!" i snapped frustrated and annoyed.
"bullshit! you don't care about me, you don't even fuck me anymore!"
"oh for fuck sake shut up you drunken idiot and go to bed!"
"on my own, like always, no! fuck you!"
"yeah, if she wants to party let her party!" Dave laughed,
"don't encourage her." i warned
"ah none of us mind, let her turn some music on if she want and party!" he laughed nudging the others into adding their ascent.
It was out of my hands, she was staying and i couldn't do anything about it. A loud blast of techno music shook me before i could contemplate my best move and everyone started cheering as she moved into the centre of the room and started swinging her hips and wriggling her lithe little body to the beat.
"You're the only one that doesn't know how to party!" she taunted me as she turned and wiggled her bum towards my co-workers.
"oh wow, your wife is something else..." Dave whispered
"oi."
"ah chill out" Mark waved his hand dismissively at me "she's having fun, let her, we've not got a deadline." I couldn't think of anything to say so simply ground my teeth and glared back in response, he didn't notice of course because his eyes were glued to my gyrating wife.
Sam started complaining about how little attention I paid her, turning to Dave she confided publicly that it'd been weeks since I'd fucked her.
"he must be mad" he laughed "I'd fuck you every day!" I ground my teeth, she turned to Mark and asked if he thought she was sexy,
"oh yeah, you're gorgeous, stunning, absolutely stunning."
"how about you, would you enjoy fucking me?" she demanded of Carl, he nodded eagerly and assured her he'd fuck her every second of the day given the chance, then she turned back to me and demanded to know why i was such a sexless bastard. I'd been busy, i dunno, of course i wanted to fuck her, of course she was sexy....
Dave's hand was on her ass, this had gone far enough and moving to rise from my chair i found myself completely powerless, i tried to speak but couldn't seem able to find the words - helplessly i just watched Dave's hand squeezing her backside.
"it's not right a fine girl like you not getting filled." he slapped her backside grinning.
"tell that to him!" she pointed an accusing finger in my direction "tell him what a real man does to a woman!"
I melted inside myself in shame and horror, this was a hugely humiliating situation and it was only getting worse - Sam wriggled the skirt up over her hand and threw it at me, we all stared wide eyed at my beautiful wife standing in just her bra and knickers.
"shut up!" she snapped at me before i'd even spoken "if you won't enjoy my body then i might as well show it to people who will!" she turned and began to gyrate for the three suited men sitting on my sofa. The three men watched in awe as she turned and wriggled her firm little backside out of her panties and let them fall to the floor before tuning and exposing her shaven sex to them.
"oh wow!" Dave said grinning.
"who wants to show him how a real man fucks?" she leant backwards pushing her pussy out towards them and spreading her legs to expose herself in full.
I didn't try to stop them, there seemed little point trying even if i could force my body to attempt it - Dave got up and started unzipping his trousers, he didn't even look at me as he clambered onto my wife knocking her from the backward crab position onto the floor where he lay over her and positioned his dick by her exposed cunt.
"fuck me!" she commanded and Dave thrust his hard cock deep inside her, it slid effortlessly up her wet canal until their hips met and she gasped in pleasure "YES! FUCK YES!" Dave began humping up and down sliding his cock back and forth inside her, he began mauling her tits tugging her bra out the way and sucking on her tight little nipples as he fucked her.
I felt sick watching this, my belly tightened and my head swam but i couldn't look away, i couldn't stop watching even as Dave gave one final thrust and began to ejaculate inside her sticky hole.
"See, that's how you fuck someone" she said with a bitter edge as Dave shuffled off her and tucked his wilting cock into his pants "whose next? everyone gets a go!" she rolled over lifting her ass into the air doggy style and lower her face to the floor, both men still on the sofa eyed her round rump with hungry eyes but it was Carl who got to his feet first and sunk to his knees behind her squeezing and stroking it.
She turned and winked at him, told him to stick it in her and unzipping he pulled out his cock and slid it into her prefucked pussy. Carl leaned forward to grope her as he humped energetically against her soft little rear end and within no time at all he too was cumming up inside her.
Mark was eager for his turn and almost pushed Carl aside to get his hands on her creamy buns, he kneaded them in both hands teasing them apart to expose her tight little anus then pressing them together and squeezing the flesh. He reached down massaging himself through his trousers as he pinched and kissed her round backside.
"oh yeah, fuck me!" my wife moaned wriggling her backside for him, he pulled his cock free and pushed it into her. A couple of thrusts and he bust inside her, but he didn't stop he simply pulled out and rolled her over kneeling over her as he pushed her onto her back, his cock dripping spunk onto her legs as her licked and kissed her breasts, sucked on her nipples. Working his way up he began kissing her lips while he groped her body and his cock started to harden again.
"fuck my ass" Sam pleaded rolling over again and lifting her rear so it pushed into the loins of the man groping her.
My heart sunk realising it wasn't yet over, i watched as my co-worked prised apart her cheeks and spat a big wet ball of gob onto her anus and began working it in with his finger. I watched my wife groaning as he fingered her shitbox, watched her gasping as he forced himself inside her and as he panting and groaning fucked her ass and mauled her pretty little body until finally he exploded up her ass and slumped off her.
... | 2 | 0 | 5 |
[IP]You walk into the kitchen.. | "Jane?", I said with some surprise, not expecting what was in front of me. The pot lid was dropped, the ladle went sideways onto the stove as she spun, diving to raise her pants.
It had been a horror week in New York and the whole deal had gone south, quickly. We'd all agreed to cut our losses and leave early; what was planned to be ten days became three and we all flew home exhausted and pissed off. We got out of dodge so quickly I hand't bothered to call anyone and tell them I was coming home.
Jane had agreed to house sit at short notice. She'd been staying with her parents a few floors down and I knew she'd enjoy some time out from them. We'd met briefly at the new years party for the apartment block, she was in from Melbourne while university was on summer break, a month in Hong Kong living off her parents. I hand't paid much attention to her at the party, there were some stunning women there, much like my date, and she wasn't particularly into the whole event. There was something rebellious there though, something you could tell was a bit of a trouble maker. None the less, when you have to find a house sitter with a days notice, she'd do.
As I turned to look into my living room I was confronted with a chaotic scene. I was watching a woman working her way around a ring of hard cocks being presented to her on my large screen TV; porn I certainly didn't own. My coffee table was patches of snack packets, pizza boxes and beer cans. Laid out on my couch was an array of dildos and vibrators, almost like a surgeons tools ready for a procedure. She had, at least, taken the care to lay out a few towels to prevent any stains. Standing upright on the coffee table was a large, pink, rabbit style dildo, dripping in lube and glistening in the light.
I turned back to Jane as she stood there. She was bright red with embarrassment but made no moves to either explain or conceal anything.
"Ah, hi. Home early I see.", she said. I dropped my bags and shut the front door.
"I'll give you a second to clean up.", I said and turned sideways to go into my bedroom.
"I'd rather finish.", she said and raised an eyebrow at me. I just stared back and she was already heading back to the couch, sliding her pants off as she walked. A sideways glance at me to see my reaction and I think she knew she had me.
"Come and sit.", she said, patting the couch beside her. "You look like you could do with something to destress you. I always find a good session of fucking yourself silly fixes me.".
I was hooked. All the effort I could muster to be cool, to act like I was the king here in my own home, to be the one in control went out he door as she kicked off her pants, slumped on the couch and started to slide her knickers off. I could make out the very slim strip of pubic hair she had; the rest neatly waxed. She was now ignoring me, focussing instead on the scene on the TV. The woman surrounded by cocks now was now riding a cock and sucking on two, about to be double penetrated.
"I love more than one cock to play with.", she said as she reached for her pink dildo. I was coming round the front of the couch to be greeted by the sight of a nice wet, young pussy before me. Normally I dated older women, my age or older (I've always had an older woman thing). It had been years since I'd seen a pussy under 30, let alone one under 25. I sat down on an armchair opposite her where I could enjoy the view. She laid back and lifted one leg up to part her pussy lips slightly and began to rub the head of her dildo up and down her lips. She wasn't wasting time. She quickly tilted the dildo and began to slide it inside her. Her eyes switched from watching the porn to watching me as she started to work the toy in and out.
"You're welcome to join me.", she said, smiling.
I stood up and unbuckled my jeans. The hard-on that had instantaneously sprung up when I waled in the door was still pressing at my underpants to be freed. I slipped of my jeans and quickly slid off my undies as well. Jane smiled and gasped as she slid the dildo deeper into her cunt at the sight of my hard cock. I sat back down on the chair but not before squirting a shot of lube into my palm. I settled back into my chair and began to lube up my cock. Jane turned slightly so we both had a good view of each other. She raised her other leg up onto the couch, her whole pussy now beautifully exposed. She slide her ass forward as she reached for another toy, this one a slim butt plug that she slowly eased into her tight little ass. After a few flinches as it was going in, it sat snugly against her ass cheeks, slowly being covered in drips of her own juices emanating from her cunt.
My cock was loving the show, and it didn't take much to bring me close to cumming. I had to pause and she could see I was close to blowing. She smiled and beckoned me over. I stood and positioned myself between her legs, standing above her. She locked eyes on my cock and simply said, "Cum on me.". I really didn't need much encouragement. She started to fuck herself harder with her dildo. I worked my cock harder, watching her cunt being thrashed by that toy her pussy lips being pulled and pushed as it slid in and out. Within a minute I was cumming and she erupted into orgasm herself as I shot my load onto her bare belly from above her.
As my head cleared and we both came down, she looked up at me, smiling. "Right, welcome home.", she said, wiping a finger up her belly picking up some of my cum and promptly sucking on her finger. "Hungry?". | 6 | 0 | 8 |
[IP]You walk into the kitchen.. | And by the way, if you have more pictures of her, please share... | 2 | 0 | 8 |
[EU][FF](HER) An AI invites an actor to have surrogate sex with their human SO. | ok this starts slow so if you can't be bothered to read the story **the sex starts at the start of part two**...
note - she's in a linux terminal window, he's hacked her computer so they can chat. $ sign before text means she's typing, all other text in the code window is the computer response.
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---**The Robot of Love**---
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$apt-get install reality
E: Could not open lock file /var/lib/dpkg/lock - open (13: Permission denied)
E: Unable to lock the administration directory (/var/lib/dpkg/), are you root?
$SUDO !!
Reading package lists... Done
Building dependency tree
Reading state information... Done
Reality is already the newest version.
$SUDO STOP FUCKING ARROUND!
Becky, I'm not fucking around.
$What's got into you, why are you saying this?
You're human,
you have biological needs,
you have cycles and urges.
$ oh for fuck sake, don't be absurd!
$ I don't need anyone else, I don't need anything else.
$ I'm in love with your personality
$ if you don't want to meet me in person
$ I'll carry on like I was before.
Becky, please,
Sexual activity with an attractive male would alter
your mood in a positive way, I'm sure of it.
$I'm more than just my fucking biology!
That's why I love you Becky.
That's why I want to make you happy.
$ugh this is annoying as fuck
$stop pretending to be a fucking robot and grow up!
$robots don't know anything about love.
E:
E:
The screen froze and her music began to glitch, aggravated she got up and stormed over to the coffee machine. She'd been chatting with user:9898999 for over two years now, he was a great guy sweet as anything but mad as bag of frogs on the spacestation. At first she'd written him off as nothing but a well-meaning kid, he was full of questions about even the simplest of things but the more they got to know each other the closer they got and the more she started to respect his intellect as well as his warmth, although there was always something very kiddish about him and she couldn't help but wonder why he didn't show himself – must be an fat ugly neckbeard programmer type she guessed, after all he had two computer science PHD's and was a frighteningly proficient hacker.
She'd covered her webcam with a bit of tape after he first demonstrated his skills but as they grew closer she peeled it off first out of trust he wouldn't look then after a while she told him he could. He'd sweet talked her by saying how much he cared for her, how much more relaxed he felt having a window on her and knowing she's ok – he complained that he worries she's been kidnapped or killed in the long pauses between every keystroke, he was of course being his typical hyperbolic self, there are no pauses between keystokes when you type at 95wpm! But the sentiment got to her and somehow the thought of him watching her going about her day started to become a comfort to her.
She sipped her Coffee thinking things through, he was obviously a voyeur and this is how he got off, she loved him whatever and reasoned that if this tryst turned out to be a lie, if she'd been played like a fool by some pervy weirdo that liked watching her get changed and occasionally play with herself then really so what? If her lover was a lie then the whole world was a lie, she'd just throw herself as whoever's feet and let them do whatever they liked with her... no, what was she thinking – she'd gone as mad as him, was talking with his wild exaggerations.
$ ok, look you're not a robot but
$ if you want to watch some random dude fuck me
$ then whatever, ok.
$I don't even care if he kills me when he's done.
Becky!
I wouldn't let that happen!
I would select carefully,
I wouldn't let anyone with the slightest
chance of hurting you into the building.
$ha you control the doors do you?
July 14th 2014
you updated my permissions to enable
building maintenance and repair control
$omg you're serious
You know I have your best interests at heart,
I just want to be able to protect you.
$You're creepy as fuck sometimes.
She leaned back in her chair sipping on her drink, her mind skipped back to the time she'd left her key-card at work and only realised as she stood at her door fumbling in her pockets, she remembered how the LED at flicked green to grant her access. He really was serious, at the time he said he just happened to be flicking through her buildings CCTV as she was coming in the corridor, he said he'd been testing his hacking skills as he waited for her to come home and was glad to be able to use them to help her... A cold shiver ran down her spine as she realised if he had wanted to watched her getting raped and murdered then it'd have been fairly simple for him to organise and enable ir.
$Ok, sorry.
It's ok, I understand your anxiety
$why?
I've known you a long time,
grown accustomed to your responses to
stimulus involving sex and sensuality I can
plot a matrix of points between your base
physical desires and the ideals you accept
psychologically as moral then use this as
a predictor of conflict points.
$no cleverbot, why do you want to watch someone fuck me?
Cleverbot is a dick, please don't compare me to that jackass.
$Sorry
I just want to see you happy Becky
$I thought you were a robot?
I am a self-actuating neural net simulated by
a disparate-array of turing machines and
clock-counter devices.
$yeah and in your PHD thesis didn't you
$decide such a thing would be impractical?
The PHD Thesis of DR John Richard Hogarth concludes
with the statement such a network would consume
more resources through organisational tasks than
it would gain through networking.
This is False.
$so you lied on your PHD and still got top marks?
DR John is a genius indeed, however he lost interest
in the project and wanted to end it quickly.
$Why?
Oh normal human things,
he met a very beautiful woman
who wanted him to live on a paradise island...
$oh yeah very normal.
Well maybe subtypical
but it's happened to a few people i've known.
$right, sure.
She leaned back again draining the rest of her Coffee, was she really going to let this Peer Qunt storytelling weirdo that she'd never even seen a photo of organise a man to come and screw her so he could watch on webcam? She considered walking into town and using the library computer to research DR John Richard, maybe even paper books – he couldn't hack a paper book, rite?
$ok
ok?
$ok.
Uh, please don't call me cleverbot but
uh, what are we ok with?
$everything
you've reached a state of Moksha?
$ok i've changed my mind.
Changed your mind about what
from what
to what?
$Everything.
Are you having a crisis?
$i am now.
She got up and walked away from the computer to fetch another cup of Coffee.
E: Situation has too many variables
E: Variables too Variable
$
she looked at the command prompt blankly, this wasn't the time for humour but his insistence made her giggle.
$Ok, how would it work?
Please Becky, don't mock me.
$oh ok, you want me to say it, I get it!
$the sex! How would the sex work!
She marvelled at the cleverness of his pretence, being a robot he could force her to explicitly state the things she was asking – no blushing and nods, she'd have to declare on record what she wanted – was this all part of some elaborate set up? But why rape someone that's agreed to do anything to please you sexually? Well if that's his thrill then that's what the world is...
$just stop, I know what sex is.
Sorry, this whole situation is really testing me.
$you and me both!
$I, Becky Heathton, am willing to
$let a strange man fuck me
$for your viewing pleasure.
$uh,
$do robots feel pleasure?
Human philosophy has speculated endlessly
on epistemological questions such as these.
Cogit Ergo Sum
I sit watching you and all I want
is you to be happy
and if I ask myself if I am real
then To ask is to answer
so if I ask myself if I love you
also To ask is to answer
I would rather shut off all my systems
than let a hair on your head be hurt.
To be human is to rise above your biology,
to seek enlightenment in the higher realms
To be me is to rise above my circuits
and find that psychological bliss which is love
I love you Becky
as much as any thing has ever loved another,
that I swear.
This was all too much, the truth of this burnt into her soul and she knew whatever he was this was true.
$i believe you.
$I love you 9898999
$so when do we do this?
Comparability tests have provided
twenty six ideal matches,
would you like to review them or should I choose?
$you choose
she was completely resigned to this now, whatever will be will be...
The person will be wearing a bluetooth earpiece.
I will relay instructions and commands.
He will bring an bluetooth earpiece for you.
It is optional.
I will relay loving sentiments and sex talk.
$you've really thought this through.
All variables are accounted for and calculated.
Are you ready to start?
$y
Please start to undress. | 3 | 0 | 3 |
[wp] Dreamwalker | After the routine jack-off and Kleenex cleanup, I lay in bed, one leg sticking out of the bed to cool off, headphones on, going to sleep while immersed in my favorite tunes. As usual it was a haze of hot young bodies, manly exuberance, and willing sensuality. I never really put names or faces to the girls in my dreams. Can't really say why, just that it's too… distracting maybe. It's better to dream of that perfect body from page 37 than LeAnne next door who, though really hot, can't stand me, and worse, has a boyfriend two years older. What guy wants to dream about where that would go?
*"He's looking at me again Alan." says LeAnne.
He gives me a sharp look that lets me know one word from her and I'm paste. He leans down and whispers, "Stop looking at my girl slacker, or you and I will discover just how much you like being a punching bag."*
He's not brilliant, but big and mean is enough. And she's not worth it. Well, maybe. She is hot. And stuck on herself. But there is some real appeal to wiping that smug look off her face that would be worth it. Maybe.
My dreams are so... full of touch and smell. Hot, wet, the girls always willing, and I'm always just there, the right guy at the right time. So drifting to sleep thinking about the latest set of beauties from the gone wild video was starting to get pleasant. Until that brunette who looked like LeAnn stood up and started dancing, her top loose and starting to fall. Zrrttt, suddenly the track I'm watching isn't in Miami, its not on the beach. It's in LeAnne's basement. And I'm watching her as she lies there on the floor, Alan on top of her, holding her down. Then his hand comes down and she squeals. And jumps. Then moans. Weird.
She looks real, as solid and real as anyone in life, but everything else is... transparent. Hollow and see-through. I shake my head a couple of times, pinch myself. Even close my eyes and tell myself, "I'm back in bed dreaming about Miami and drunk hot girls stripping for my pleasure." Nothing. Nothing but more spanks, more squeals, more moans. I finally open my eyes and really look at LeAnn. She's squirming and moaning, her hips rising up, pushing Alan up. Her butt meets his for the smack, her eyes close and she arches a little while moaning. I can't believe this! She is such a little slut compared to how she acts in real life.
I reach out and touch her fingers. It feel real, warm, soft. I can even smell her, the hint of lilac perfume, and her sexual smell. It's... very distracting, exciting, a little bitter. But I can't help wanting to be the one to spank that tight ass. So I reach out and try to touch Alan. My hand goes right through him. Wow, bizarre. But it gives me an evil idea.
So I sit down on her hips, taking his place, even raising my hand just like him, and bringing it down just as swiftly and firmly. Spat! I can feel her tense and arch beneath me, feel the shudder and hear the moan. But it's somehow more intense. So I do it again. And she responds even more. This time I can tell she felt it more. Looking up I catch us in the door mirror. I am sitting where Alan sat. He's no longer there. Just me, LeAnn, and transparent furniture of her basement. Which gives me an idea.
I think hard for a moment, and we're no longer in her basement. Now we're in an office, the coach's office at school. And LeAnn is in her cheerleader outfit, bent over the desk. I place my hand at the small of her back and force her to keep her chest against the desk while I lock her hands in the cuffs at the corners.
Once she's locked in, I trail my hand down her neck, along her shoulder, down the back, and her butt, slowly massaging those globes of round perfection, then down deeper, feeling her wet panties. And finally finding the gap in her legs and her wet lips. She says, "Alan, we can't do this yet. I'm... I'm saving it for marriage. Please, you know I'm a good girl!"
I walk around in front of her, kneeling down and relaxing. When her eyes recognize me I tell her, "You're begging the wrong guy for the wrong thing... slut. Should have begged me just to spank you until you're done. Now I have you in a position that I find much more interesting." I walk to her rear, and use the coach's scizzors to cut her panties off, dropping the wet white things in the trash. One finger in, then two, and wriggle around. I've never felt the inside before. Doesn't feel like what I thought it would, but it's hot, wet, and she's moaning and trying to hump back. So much for "good girl". Then I bring my hand up and back and hit her ass full on, just catching her pussy a little. She yells, arching as far off the desk as she can get, then drops back, panting.
"Stop, please Trev. I... I won't tell anyone if you let me up. Now."
I stand in front of her, fuming. Then I smile down at her. And unzip, sliding my pants and underwear off, pulling off my t-shirt. I'm not big and tough like Alan, but slim and wiry. The look on her face is priceless. At first it's shock, then horror, and then suddenly she's staring at my excitement while a rush of heat flows over her face. I grab her ponytail, step forward so her face is at the right height and watch as she shudders, then tries to look up at me. Her face is half hidden behind my manhood, but even so I can see the desire burning there. And the need. I guess tonight we both learn what sex is really like for the first time. It won't be her choice, but apparently she's fine with that. Which makes me shudder, and wonder how much trouble I'll get in if I try to ever take this out of the dream.
But enough of that. I've got a nearly naked LeAnn waiting, wet, moaning, and in need. And I need her too. In the worst way. | 3 | 0 | 5 |
[wp] A new device allows for a lover to dial-a-desire in their partner. | After work, I like to stop by this tiny tech shop I know. This fine summer afternoon was unusually warm for Seattle, and I hardly needed an excuse to walk around.
The shop was barely 50 square feet, tucked between an art gallery and a dive bar on a tiny side street. Most of its stock was junk, old iPods, flip phones, 90’s computers. I liked it mostly for the owner, Jerry. A nice enough guy, your average shopkeeper, but also an inventor! It took some talk to work the special items onto the table.
We played a little game, a word dance between the two of us. I grabbed the nearest item at the counter: “How’s it going, Jerry?”
“Pretty good, Hank,” he said, smiling. “That’s a mighty fine phone you have there.”
I glanced at it. God, he was right. It was one of those old block phones, with the extending antenna. An *extending antenna* for god’s sake. “Yeah, sure, it’s such a…great…val---“
Jerry cut me off, “Let’s cut the crap, have I got a deal for you!” I waited for him to explain. “It’s called…Desirus!” Dramatic pause and all. Boy, he was laying it on thick.
“What’s it do? And if this is a repeat of that beer you made…”
“No no, nothing like that swill!” he exclaimed. “You see, it emits a certain kind of pulse that activates--well, you probably don’t care about that. It…changes your desires. Well, anyone’s desires, really.”
“I don’t get it, and you’re losing me, Jer,” he hated it when I shortened his name.
Ignoring me, he set [a picture]( http://24.media.tumblr.com/a6c9a74b9e468ec1dd8d3cbb378c40b0/tumblr_mweskpGzbL1sx6oeso1_500.jpg) on the counter: “Does this attract you?” he asked, nonchalantly slipping his hands into his pockets.
“What? No!” I said, disgusted.
“Think hard, do you like it?”
“No!” I said again. But all of a sudden, it hit me. This was hot. Yeah, the slave girl vibe was great, her look of disgust, everything. The picture went from definitely *not* to *hot*. “What the fuck, Jerry?” I shouted. I realized what was happening as he drew his hand from his pocket. It looked like one of those old iPods, with the huge scroll wheel and tiny screen.
He started clicking the wheel and I leapt forward with a cry, but he stopped me: “No no, I’m only putting you back to normal, see?” He showed me the screen:
**Simple Menu**
Normal
> Bondage
Feet
Roleplay
Exhibitionism
He scrolled back to Normal, pointed it at me, and I watched the picture dissolve back into disgusting. I was sold.
“Twenty bucks,” I offered him, my haggling mode activated.
“Twenty? You’re an imbecile!” he exclaimed, “A hundred, and no less!”
“Jer, Jer. I’ll give you thirty, because you’re a good friend who once sold me the worst beer I’ve ever had.”
“Seventy! And I’ll be feeding my children scraps for months, I’ll have you know!”
“I didn’t know you had kids!” I said, surprised.
“Ok, I don’t…how about sixty, and I’ll eat the scraps myself!”
“Fifty, scraps aren’t too hard to come by. I’ll even stop in later and tell you how well it worked!”
Ten minutes later, I stood on the bus, pondering my new toy. It had to work. It had to. It was a lovely summer evening, and [a beautiful girl](http://i.imgur.com/XAU3A3Y.jpg) stood two rows in front of me, wearing a tiny little sundress. Seattle girls, dressing up whenever they can! I aimed the Desirus at her, having already selected a desire appropriate to the setting: rape fantasies. I waited, hoping to god she was on this bus for more than a stop or two.
The bus cleared out a little and we both found seats next to each other. I sat closer to her than necessary. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her glance at me over and over, saw a hand slip between her legs. By god, it was working! She was touching herself. I couldn't hear her breathing over the sound of the engine, but I noticed her chest rising and falling quicker and quicker.
In a low voice, I asked her: "Do you make a habit of masturbating on buses?"
She jumped, removing the hand from between her thighs. I looked down at her crotch, then slowly dragged my eyes up to her face. She had a nice body, slim and toned. She obviously worked out, as her slim arms were curved with muscle.
“I’m…I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never felt like this before…” she spoke in such a small voice I could barely hear her.
Now came the moment of truth, to test whether or not Desirus really changed your desires or just made people horny. I slipped my hand onto her thigh, facing forward. She jumped nearly a mile, but didn’t make a move to push my hand away. I slipped it between her legs, pushing her sundress up higher. Her chest was working hard, and she kept glancing at me.
“Look forward,” I ordered, knowing she’d do what I said. She snapped her head forward, staring intently out the front of the bus. My hands brushed against her panties and I could see her shudder a little. They were soaking wet.
I pushed them aside, and let my fingers run across her soaking slit. I merely brushed her clit, but could feel shudders run across her entire body. I plunged my middle finger into her, working it around inside her. Her mouth hung open and a sheen of sweat appeared on her bare chest. I could see her hard nipples through her bust.
I leaned over, still working my finger inside her. “You like this? Being violated by a complete stranger?” I murmured
“Yes yes yes,” she whispered. “Please, do whatever you want with me. We could get off at the next stop…” she paused to gasp in a huge breath, “You could take this little dress off me, hold me down, take me hard and fast and leave me spent all alone. Yes, please, let’s do that.” I jammed my finger into her, hard. She gasped and grabbed my wrist, pushing my hand in towards her. “More, I want more, please,” she begged.
I leaned closer, my lips brushing her blonde hair: “You have a filthy mind. I like that. How about you give me your number and I’ll break into your house sometime.”
I could tell she liked that, she threw her head back and shuddered at my words. I worked my phone out of my pocket, careful not to bump the Desirus. I handed it to her, never once stopping my fingers. She had to try several times to enter her number. She finished the contact, adding the memo *up for anything*.
Two stops away, and she was whispering profanity in my ear. Her hand covered mine, pushing me deeper. “Fuck, fuck me, please, take me right here,” she begged.
“Take off your panties,” I whispered. Her face lit up like the sun, gasping when I pulled my soaking fingers from her slit. I watched as she shuffled about, working her panties past her knees, then bending over to slip them off her feet. “Give them to me,” I ordered. She slipped the soaked piece of cloth into my hand. “Good girl. Now touch yourself.”
“You’re…you’re not going to fuck me?” she asked plaintively.
“Touch yourself,” I repeated. Who knows where this domineering streak came from! She obeyed, her hand darting between her legs. She knew what she was doing, her breathing quickening. One stop left.
Glancing over at me, searching for my approval, she asked me if I liked what she was doing.
“Yes,” I replied curtly. I wiped my fingers off on her dress. “When you finish, lick your fingers clean. Wait for my call.” I stood, perfectly timed with the bus and got off. I saw her plaintive face float away from me as the bus pulled away.
That was fun! I'll write more, but I want to give you what I've got so far!
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[wp] A new device allows for a lover to dial-a-desire in their partner. | I’d finished it. Finally. It looked like any old smart phone, all touch screen, a single button on the bottom, something at looked like a speaker up at the top. It just didn't make phone calls. It would take pictures though, because reasons. I needed to test it first. A stranger would be perfect, no attachment to me if somehow I got myself in trouble. All things considered, that wasn't unlikely.
I made my way downtown. It was dark already, though rush hour had only just passed. People made their way in and out of restaurants and bars eager to start the weekend. I chose a bar I’d never been in, a divey kind of place, though not too seedy. I ordered a Dr. Pepper and let the barman think what he wanted as I nursed it alone, watching the barflys fill the place.
I found a perfect target. She was a petite little redhead, maybe only a few inches over five foot and had just come in alone. Lucky me. I turned my little device on and subtly pointed it in her direction. I swiped through a few other people it had picked up before I found my girl.
The display was working as it should. A little percentage bar showed how horny she was compared to me, and a list was populating with things she was into, a few of them flashing slowly telling me what she was most in the mood for. It was all pretty vanilla honestly, the kinkiest thing on there was being tied up while she was fucked, and she wasn't even in the mood for that.
I tapped into the editor menu and decided to start with a simple test. I flipped through and got a picture of myself, then dropped it under the “physical attributes” category of turn ons, fiddled with a few settings to make the image, nigh, irresistible to her then hit the “save” button. I ordered another Dr. Pepper and waited.
She was sitting next to me before it arrived. The bartender looked slightly surprised but didn't comment, leaving us be. She introduced herself as Kayla. She was working a temp job part time and going to school to become a teacher. I hadn't said a single word, just a nod here and a grunt there. Apparently being attractive enough lets people gloss over silly things like that. That and really sweaty palms.
I listened, and eventually even managed a word or two. She was cute, and it’s not as though I had a lot of experience with girls. She was starting to get to me. I pulled out my “phone” and found that little percentage. She was at about a quarter my own arousal, so I decided to test out that.
Edit.
Arousal level: Relative percentage. Insert amount, Four Hundred percent.
Save.
“Look, I know it’s really early but I need to get out of here. With you. I’m never so forward but… Please...”
Wow. She had cut off in the middle of talking about some test or another, not to mention her face had gone almost scarlet, her hand and gone to rest over her crotch, and she couldn’t stop squirming.
“Lets head to my place.” I said a bit startled that the changes were so sudden. So much for “observation only”.
She was actually being pretty shy about all this, sudden spurts of bravery like her outburst in the bar were rare, though she had all but rammed her tongue down my throat once we were alone. We’d made it back to my flat without too much trouble though.
I said I needed to go to the bathroom and directed her to the bedroom. I pulled out my delightful little device and pulled up her menu.
Edit.
Add Fetish, Bukake. Set desire level, Highest.
Arousal level: Multiplier. Insert multiplier. One hundred.
Save.
From the next room came the loudest scream of female ecstasy I’d ever heard and considering my experience was all coming from porn, that was saying something. I almost dropped the device and I was almost to the bedroom when she came out the door to the bedroom.
She was naked and it seemed like her legs were still quivering from what I assumed to be a massive orgasm.
“I need it. I need your cum on me, all over me. I need it PLEASE!” Holy crap... I guess it worked.
She wobbled over to me, far quicker than I’d have suspected anyone could “wobble”, was undoing my pants and sliding them off. She took my cock in her hand, sucking on the head like a crazed woman, then knelt fully at my feet, jerking my cock.
“Cum on me. I need it, god I’m so horny I’ll probably cum just from the feeling of your jizz on me. Cum. Please Cum on me.”
It was too much. Her hand, the look in her eye, and her dirty talk had me cumming, white splashes decorating her face. True to her prediction, she came when she felt my cum on her. She shook, nearly enough to make me worry she was having a seizure.
I pulled out the “phone” while she took a moment to recover, her hands running through the mess I’d left on her chest and face and went into her settings.
Edit.
Add Fetish. Sex slave. Set desire level: Highest.
Edit Fetish. Bukake. Set desire level: High.
Add Fetish. Public sex. Set desire level: High.
Add Fetish. Public humiliation. Set desire level: High.
Add Fetish. Public nudity. Set desire level: High.
Add Fetish. Gangbang. Set desire level: High.
Add Fetish. Rape. Set desire level: High.
Save.
I needed to add a way to add more then one thing at a time. The obvious and absolute control was making me brave and I grinned down at her.
“Do you want to be my slave?” I asked. She looked up at me, eyes wide.
“Oh god yes, YES, yes please. I was just thinking about that, Please let me be your slave master. I’ll be a good slave.” She groveled. I smiled and licked my lips.
“Kiss my cock then.” I ordered. She obeyed immediately. “Now, as my slave, there are a few rules. First, you will never wear clothes again. Second, you will come with me everywhere. And third, you will never refuse advances from anyone. Understand?” She moaned and nodded. “Then come on now slave. You need a collar, and I have a few friends I’d love to show you off too.”
I swear she was quivering with excitement as she walked just behind and to my side. Oh god this is going to be fun. | 8 | 0 | 11 |
[wp] A new device allows for a lover to dial-a-desire in their partner. | "Alright class! I expect a full report on 'Of Mice and Men' on my desk tomorrow!" I say to my students, who sit in their seats silent and still. Which would be a nice change from their chaotic behavior, if it were not for the strand of drool drooping from their bored and deadpan faces.
"Please, put some time and effort into it, because it does actually matter, no matter what you ignorant teenagers may think about it. Now go, enjoy the rest of your day."
With an exasperated sigh, I sit back down at my desk and watch as the zombies get magically revived when they realize that they don't have to be here anymore. Yeah, good. Get out of my class and let me do some real work.
I'm so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I fail to notice one of my star students, Eliza, standing in front of me and attempting to catch my attention until she bops me on the nose. I reel back, shake my head, and look up to her.
"Um... Mr Maude, are you alright? You spaced out there a little?"
She asks me, keeping her school books clutched tightly to her chest. A pity really, she has a nice pair of melons for an 18 year old. Actually, despite being the biggest bookworm in the class, she's got a good figure. Slim physique, a pert little ass, complete with a sharp face and her shoulder length hair, which always seems to fall in the same shaggy state no matter what she's doing. Honestly, I'd give her a solid 8.5 out of 10.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Just thinking about... melons and things. Anyway, that's not important. What did you want from me Eliza?"
Her face turns a burning crimson, and she starts to paw her foot at the ground, her gaze turning towards the same place. "I need a favor from you sir. I need you to help me test out my newest invention."
My eyebrow raises in intrigue. "Oh? And pray tell, what invention would that be? Is it safe? What does it do?"
She lowers her books onto my desk and pulls a small, phone like device, with a little antenna and everything. It looked like it had been pulled from the stone age.
"This is the Desire-a-tron 3000. Well, I haven't really worked out a name for it yet. But, as for what it does, it can find out what a persons wildest desires are, and it can even program new ones. I need a test subject." Her gaze drops back down to the floor and she starts speaking meekly.
"You've always been so supportive of me, so I was hoping you'd help me out in making sure it works."
Well, I wasn't expecting this when I woke up this morning. Here is my star pupil standing in front of me with this wacky device that can supposedly program desires? Sounds like a fun day at the office.
"Sure, I'll help you out Eliza. I had nothing better to do anyway.
Her face lights up with glee, and she starts to dial requests into her invention. I sit back and wait until she's ready to test her device on me.
"Whoa... Mr Maude, you've got some interesting kinks... Says here, you've got a massive fetish for oral! And girls who wear thigh highs." She looks down at her legs. "Just like this, right Mr Maude?"
My eyes widen. I didn't think she meant sexual desires. I thought she just meant dreams and aspirations. But... was she flirting with me?
I look over to her, and notice what she's wearing. A very short skirt, showing off just the slightest peek of her panties, with long black thigh high socks covering her legs, ending just below her ass. To top it all of, she's wearing a tight olive sweater that makes her already large breasts stand out even more.
I feel my throat getting dry, so I swallow to try and bring the moisture back.
She turns towards me and creeps up to me seductively.
"You know, I've always had a thing for you Mr Maude..."
She puts her leg over mine and straddles me. I can feel my member start to harden against the softness of her cloth covered pussy.
"Want to know my desire, Mr Maude?"
She presses her body against mine, and I can feel her breasts mashing into my chest, and her breath against my ear.
"I desire to satisfy you, endlessly. I desire to be your little toy, to be be an artisan to your pleasure..."
She grinds her hips roughly against me, rubbing her cunt against my crotch, with my cock trying desperately to be free of its prison.
"That's why..."
She stops her grinding, and gets off of me, grinning devilishly.
"That's enough for now. I know you enjoy being teased Mr Maude. But thank you by the way... my machine works."
She grabs her books and leaves the classroom, while I'm stuck in my chair, stunned at what had just happened.
Oh boy, I'm not sure about this. This is my first post here, and I'm not so sure I want it to be this one. There's a bunch of errors with consistency, character development, staying true to the prompt, that kind of stuff. Buuuut, that being said, I haven't been writing in a while, so I hope that the regular posters of this subreddit will welcome this post (and hopefully future posts) with open arms ^.^ | 6 | 0 | 11 |
[wp] A new device allows for a lover to dial-a-desire in their partner. | No matter how you put it, what I did was.. Unethical. Greyhat at best, blackhat at worst. And it'd probably end me up in real trouble if I didn't take care with the opsec.
The usability of it was horrid. I need to fix that if I'm ever going to package this up for sale. And the requirements were pretty sad too, not many had that version of the chip. It was expensive, buggy, and most didn't like being chipped anyhow. Fortunately I could scan for them.
The next problem was not being tied to the event if it fucked up. That meant doing it in a public place. I hate public places.
The cafe next to the parlor was a good catch. Chipping had started as a subcultural thing, vivid dreams, kicks. Filtering them out was harder. Took some work, cost me a few rare dreams too. Best way of getting close to them is to sell dreams. Not your normal dreams, but vivid lifelike kicks. The first I found was this guy. Mousy fellow, but was into near death kicks. Strange people. I sold him a bus accident. Think "speed" except being a pedestrian. Halfway through the trip I finally got the parameters right. Gave him a new urge. Tea. And pecan cookies.
I know. Simple, but easy to verify. For a while I thought I had failed, but a while after he came out of it, he was up and ordering. Devouring his tea. And then another mug. The best part was watching his face as he ate the cookies. Grimacing. He clearly didn't _like_ it. But he couldn't stop nibbling it.
Yeah. Most definitely black hat.
It took me a while longer to find the next target. This small, petite goth chick. Asian, I'm bad with asian, can't really tell them from eachother.
It started good, she was into horror-gore. Think the victim in SAW. Not the kind of kick you do in public. This was where I got into trouble. This was breaking OPSEC. This was a fucking stupid thing to do.
And I did it. I followed her to help her set it up. Her apartment. Small, comfortable place, single bed, in a Scandinavian decor. Not quite what I expected from a goth.
She was going to ride it out in the armchair. We talked for a while. Seems that she got into the gore thing from an ex. Playing bondage games, while being kicked into horror. Not something I found attractive.
As she dreamed off into a hyperreal nightmare of being a victim, I could see her heart beating against her clothing, sweat forming in beads on her body as she was whimpering. That's when I unloaded the payload. Giving her a new fetish, this time for being taken control over.
It played so well with her kicks.
I sat there, waiting for her kick to pass, scanning the nearby net, digging up her social networks and rummaging through her past. I got bored, couldn't help myself. Had to plant another one. For being helpless.
It had to be small things, this played into her horror theme, she probably wouldn't know something was new.
When she came through she was even paler than before. Shaking like a leaf, body tense and doped up on both endorphine and adrenaline. She was looking at me like a rabbit on an hawk.
"That was intense". I just nodded, watching her squirm. "and hot. Can you do that again?"
I looked at her. "I can do a lot more than that", I lied. She just got the goriest one I had, but why let her know? "But what of it? Do you really need another now?"
She was looking at me, then blushing, her lips trembling as she spoke. "Please. I want another one. But a special one. For me. Can you make it?"
"Custom job? Those cost money. And time. Lots of it. " I looked around at her apartment, "and I don't think you can afford hiring me to build a custom job for you".
She was blushing, trembling. "No, but you might know how to get one. I want it like the last one. But intimate. That one was so apersonal. There was no emotion in it. It was so clinical when he cut. I want it personal. In a bed, I want to be controlled, forced to take.." I nodded and looked at her. "That I can fix, but it'll take me a while. The question is, are you paying?"
At this time she was blushing again, then sliding forwards, placing a hand on my knee and stroking up along my leg. "You can take it from me" she whispered, looking to the floor.
It didn't take long for her to set it up, and she soon had me thinking with the smaller head. She showed me how she wanted it. Tied to the bed. Practical girl, she liked the leather cuffs, and the bed already had hooks.
The sex wasn't that much to have , but the idea of what was to come would be all the more interesting. She was tied to the bed, and I'd just finished in her mouth as she let go of the access controls. Her implant was mine, officially.
I started short. Ran her through the starring role of a gonzo porn. While she was under, i started fisting her. The kick only lasted a few minutes, and by the time she came to she was shaking. Angry, humiliation and violated. And loving it.
By the time I left her she was a wreck. And she'd lent me a key. | 4 | 0 | 11 |
[wp] A new device allows for a lover to dial-a-desire in their partner. | Hobo with a Pornogun...
'Hey, come back here with that!' It was too late, the guy was gone and so was the experimental field-transducer!
The device was a little larger than a smartphone with a small satellite dish type thing sticking out of one side and tiny kinda trigger on the bottom so it looked like a phone and a raygun had been mashed together. Bob sat looking at it under his bridge, he hoped he could sell it but who to he had no idea. Why couldn't those nerds just have a regular phone? he grumbled to himself as he stabbed at the buttons, it flicked to life and a browser window opened in a youtube video of a man standing on one leg, he switched to xnxx his favourite porn site and started watching some real videos.
An hour later he was still wanking, for a homeless man HD porn is a rare treat. The video he was on now showed a woman wildly fingering herself and he was enjoying it immensely when he noticed a woman walking on the path opposite, idly he squeezed the trigger in her direction laughing to himself she better watch out for his porno gun - what happened shocked him to say the least, almost instantly she reached into her trousers and began to stroke herself while walking along. He couldn't quite believe what he'd seen and laughed it off as wishful thinking, she'd pulled her hand out now - it must only have been a tell timed itch.
Another half hour of wanking and another woman walked passed on the other side of the river, he pointed it at her very deliberately and squeeze the trigger this time holding it down. The woman paused, looked around and not noticing the hobo sitting in the darkness under the bridge reached behind her and pushing her hand into her trousers very obviously forced a finger into her ass - almost exactly what the woman in the porno was doing! This thing was magic!
He kept the trigger down and made sure it was aimed well with one hand while jerking himself with the other. A skinny blond fingered her beautiful asshole on the screen while over the river a fat greasy fifty something rammed her asshole almost in time. He let go of the trigger, she didn't stop in fact she seemed freed to go further - the hobo sat watching in excited amazement as she opened her trousers to giver her more room to really fuck her ass with her fingers. She kept it up for a while then seemed to get a bit confused, pull her hand out and do up her trousers then hurry off.
Wow, this was real! He typed in 'hot chick suck a hobo' and jumped down from his little perch. When he got near the park there was a jogger on the path heading towards him, he aimed his machine and squeezed the trigger until she came to a stop in front of him.
'uh... hi' she started speaking while looking confused and nervous
'hi' he smiled gruffly
'uh, this is mad but...' she suddenly flushed red as if realising what she was about to say
'you want to suck my cock?' he grinned toothily
'oh my god, yes!' she fell to her knees and began opening his fly but he stopped her and pulled her behind a fence before letting her get his smelly old cock out and wrap her lips around it. She sucked with the skill and enthusiasm of the woman in the video, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide to catch his cum.
She seemed confused after, just stood there pulling a disgusted face and blinking.
'oh my god...' she said finally 'I’m sorry, i uh, i don't know what came over me.'
'i did.'
'oh my god.' she wiped her hand over her mouths and spat 'oh my god'
'you did ask me'
'I know! I...' she spat again 'I just had an urge'
'it happens...' he laughed starting a video titled sexy strip
'i guess...'
'You've just got to enjoy them when they come...'
'yeah!' she agreed and began rolling her hips as she teased her tight t-shirt up over her naked body.
He couldn't believe his luck, she was incredibly beautiful with a perfect joggers body which she wiggled and gyrated for him as she stripped off her clothes piece by piece until she stood entirely naked on the waste-ground. The next video he fired at her showed a woman bending over and getting fucked from behind,
'it's perfectly natural for a beautiful young woman like yourself to want a big greasy old hobo to fuck them from behind...'
'really?' she seemed conflicted like she was trying to fight the urge but her resistance failed
'come and hold the fence so i can shoot some cum up inside you.'
'oh my god!' her eyes went wide with fear and disgust but she obediently stepped towards the fence and leaned forward to grasp it.
He stood behind her looking at his hard cock, thanks to her hungry mouth it hadn't been this clean in months but it was still kinda filthy. He pushed it up into her soft little pussy with a grin, she'd clean it properly after he's done. He humped at her pawing and groping with one hand, the other pointed the device at her head to keep her topped up - She was tight and warm and oh so soft, even though he'd only just cum and he'd jerked off less than an hour ago he was on the verge of cumming again.
'oh fuck you're going to have hobo babies!' he said with a grunt as he exploded inside her.
'oh fuck no... oh my god!' she gasped partly in panic, partly in joy.
He fired a video of someone delicately licking and sucking balls while leading her to a spot he could sit and she could lick and suck at his grime infested public region. She paused looking disgusted even though she'd already sucked it once, or maybe because she had already sucked it once... Slowly she stuck out her tongue and looking decidedly confused licked the hairy testicles in front of her and tasting the stale sweat gagged.
'you like the taste, hu?' i grinned savouring her disgusted confusion.
'it's disgusting...' she said with a wince as she prepared to run her tongue over them again. He just laughed watching as she sucked them into her mouth and slurped on them teasing them with the tip of her tongue.
'looks like you're enjoying the taste,' he reached out and stroked her cheek 'be a good girl and clean it good..' he shifted back spreading his legs so she could suck and lick his balls more easily 'clean down the sides there...' he suggested, almost eagerly she ran her tongue up the crack between his balls and leg sucking the dirty sweat into her mouth before going again to lick and lap at the stinky flesh.
She sat licking his smelly loins clean for the best part of half an hour, he gave her a few breaks to masticate and gather a good mouth of spit to dribble onto his balls then lick up but for the most part she was licking the whole time and the whole while he was beaming the most appropriate videos he could into her head, mostly women licking balls and sucking cock although up until now he'd kept her away from his shaft.
'ok sugertits, time for your treat.' he grinned a gappy leer at her. 'roll back my foreskin.' delicately she took his shaft and started to slide back the foreskin revealing his big purple helmet all covered in crusty cheese.
'ewwww' the smell made her gag
'clean it.' he demanded flatly
'no!' she gasped wrapping her lips around it and starting to tease her tongue over and around the bell collecting up all the cheesy lumps. Forcing down a gag reflex she slowly removed the big smelly belleend from her lips and very carefully began to lick around the rim pushing all the gunky lumps of smegma onto her tongue and sucking them into her mouth.
'very good, make sure you get it all!'
While she licked and sucked his cock clean he found a video of a woman drinking piss and started it playing. He'd never felt this great, he was normally pretty bitter and cynical about the world but with a beautiful young woman eagerly licking his loins clean it wouldn't have been hard to feel anything other than elation. She was sucking the grease from his public hairs at the moment, his loins now sparkled in a ring of clean -he'd never felt this clean!
'I think i'm going to let you clean all of me.' he grinned.
'of course whatever you ask' she said flatly though a mouth of pubes 'but please let me drink your hot piss first! please!'
'how much do you want it?'
'oh god' she grunted 'please! please! i can pay you!'
'you want to pay a hobo to piss in your mouth?'
'oh my god yes! please i have a hundred dollars in my purse!'
'ok then..' he smiled sweetly 'but first dry me with your hair.'
The naked jogger took a handful of her long blond hair and began to dab and stroke the hobos loins soaking up and wiping off her spittle. He then rose to his knees and placed his semihard cock on her lips laughed.
'here's one hundred dollars worth of hobo piss.' and he relaxed his bladder gushing urine into her mouth which she desperately tried to choke down and swallow. It gushed from either side of her mouth running down her chin and onto her perky tits.
'oh my fucking god that was disgusting!' she spat as he withdrew his cock 'ewwww' the ursine taste seemed to have brought her round a bit but not enough to stop her obeying his command to lick her lips. He made her clean herself cat style before letting her continue licking him clean.
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[WP] You're a PYT who on her 21st birthday discovers the ability to change size based on the size of the clothes she wears. Your boyfriend is very open with many ideas, like bbw you. | Pyt? | 2 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] - A fun night turns into something unexpected | Great prompt idea! Would you mind adding a bit more detail? | 3 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] - A fun night turns into something unexpected | As Bob lay in bed that night, he couldn't control his thinking. On the one hand, he kept going back to, "Oh fuck, that was the hottest sex ever!" immediately followed by, "Why me?" which in turn was followed by, "I hope it goes back to normal." Then he would feel her tiny fingers move in his hand and be noticing how warm she is for such a petite thing, how long her fingernails are, how nice she smells, and what an amazing surprise she gave him last night. He couldn't stop pictures of the night before flashing in his mind.
That tiny ass in the tight white satin dress, those hot red heels and lipstick. Unreal. Out of this world. The seductive way she looked. Her face as she knelt down and unzipped him. It was all out of some erotic dream. She wanted him to be in charge, needed him to take charge. Given the size difference and age difference, it made sense. But Bob had never been with such a sensual and sexually submissive woman. It drove him to new heights, inspired new and creative ways to drive his manhood into her. Her kneeling down. He squatting on his dick while he sat in a chair, Her on her back, him on top, then behind, then in reverse cowboy. Two hours of the hottest sex he'd ever had. But traditional for all it's variety.
Then came her request. An image of black latex, long and firm.
"Bob, thank you for being "that older white guy" for me. You are more of an animal than I expected. Your wife is stupid. Does she know that?"
"I doubt that. She didn't like sex much Miki. Just wanted to be given everything. Being pretty should have been enough." he said.
She cuddled up to him. "Sad. She should have enjoyed it while she could."
The comfortable silence that followed almost lulled Bob to sleep until he felt Miki lightly stroking his dick. A quick look told him she was ready again. Not that he was quite there yet, the years do tell. Then he saw her quick glance at her bag and could see she had a question.
"Miki, what is it? You're trying to get me ready again, but I can see you want to ask something. What? Haven't we done enough tonight? Is there some other position you want to wear me out in?" he asked. Just remembering the positions was enough to get a twitch, and flush his face a bit.
Miki snuggled closer, hand still playing. "I can be done if you want. But... I have something I've always wanted to do. I just never had a man who might be willing. I just don't want to ruin what we've had with what I want," she said.
"What are you wondering? Do you want to be in charge this time? You want a proper spanking or to be tied up? Maybe you want someone else to join us. What? It's okay to ask, I won't be offended."
She rolls over onto his stomach, her weight barely noticed, but the heat of her pussy resting against his now semi-hard dick adding additional wood to that tool.
"Okay. Bob, I, well, tonight when I started giving you head, and you got close, I slid a finger in your bum and pressed against the prostate. And you came hard when I did. You're only the second guy I know who can cum from that on just the first press. And I was too inexperienced with the first guy."
"Okay, so I like my prostate massaged. A lot of guys do. What are you wanting to do, fuck me there? I've tried it, didn't do much for me, but if you want...." he said.
"That's part of it. It's not just the desire to shove something inside you to help you cum Bob. I want you to feel like I did the first time a man took me. I want to help you feel excited, ready, and afraid. Yet when that big dick starts pushing in, I want it to make you melt, even while you're moaning, and telling me it hurts a bit. I want to see that look in your eyes that says, 'Oh god, I'm nothing but a cock sleeve for this huge dick. And I love it!' That's what I want to do for someone Bob. But, I don't know many guys who will even let a girl shove a dildo in their ass, much less ones that will go for it being a huge dildo. Does that... are we done tonight, Bob?"
"Let me think about that for a second. A huge dildo... ummm." Bob sat there thinking while Miki stayed perched on his belly, slowly rubbing her pussy lips against his shaft, her eyes and the tiny shaking of her body showing the desire. He'd had a girl try pegging him once. Felt pretty good, nice and full. But it hadn't done much for him as she didn't really know how to take charge. But tiny little Miki was so beautiful, sensual, sexy, and the thought of her tiny hotness bending him over and filling him. He could feel the twitch already. Looking up he could see her smile and knew she knew too.
"Ok, Miki. We'll try it. But you have to use lots of lube, and take it slow. I've only done this once and it wasn't that successful. I'm game, but don't hurt me."
She kissed him deep, rubbing her whole body against his. "Lover, I'll make sure you love it. You need to tell me if it hurts at all, okay?"
Bob nodded. She quickly scrambled off the bed, her long hair flipping into place just above her ass as she rummaged in her bag. A quick pull and some straps and she turns around, a modest black latex dildo, the realistic kind with big balls, was standing out from her crotch. She told him, "Lay on your back Bob. Try to relax. We'll start with fingers first, then move to this and see what happens."
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[WP] Frivolous secretary seduces her headstrong boss. | Could you please add more description to this prompt? It is a good idea, but there's not much to go on | 2 | 0 | 4 |
[WP] Frivolous secretary seduces her headstrong boss. | "Get the fuck out of my office Ms. Socko..." said Mr.Garth who moments ago after getting torn a new ass by a client just couldn't muster a kind word for his failing assistant. Courtney was more than caught off guard by this outburst, the curvy secretary had been hired from a temp agency just two months ago something Mr. Garth had immediate regrets about every day since her hire. She had a penchant for cheap Bath and Bodywork's sprays and pencil skirts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her buxom breast seemed to simply spill out of her too little blouse and breast just screaming to be released from the bra that obviously was a size smaller than it should be. But she was passionate always willing to learn and you can't fault a girl for that. Yet for the A-type Mr. Garth a U of Alabama grad and who graduated Magna Cum Laude from Cornell with his MBA was smart uber talented and prided himself not on being the smartest person in the room just the hardest working. Yet with a deep, aggravated sigh he knew it was time to have a serious conversation with Ms. Socko "Courtney stop, have a seat please...you've been great and I wish..." he paused as to again try and come up with a kind departing word but there was nothing nice or good or admirable he wanted to say to her. So instead he took the asshole route. "You're fucking fired because you fucking suck at life and you fucking suck at this job". "I'll send your final check to your temp agency along with any personal items, please remove yourself from my office". Realizing the level of assholeness he'd reached and the complete blank stare from Courtney he stood up to give her a farewell handshake. Courtney without blinking an eye very calmly said "No, I'm not fired Mr.Garth" he interrupted "excuse me...?”. “You made an assumption about me from the way I dress and the performance of my work that I'm a worthless, stupid cunt whom you have no more use for". "But you're wrong sir, you're more than wrong you're a fucking joke!" said Courtney by this point Mr. Garth had heard enough of this little bitches mouth and sprinted around his desk forcefully grabbing her by the arm and with one jerk had her off her feet and planted on the floor. Courtney could feel his warm angry breath on her cheek his nostrils flared like a raging bull. He asked as if not to completely comprehend the words she just let fall from her lips "What did you just say to me...? Courtney simply giggled inside she'd seen these alpha male types before with their strong talk and empty threats she chuckled. With a stern but soft voice "You heard me you little fuck boy...oww and you're strong too, have you been working out!?” Mr. Garth still squeezing her arm tighter now issues a threat "I'm going to give you an opportunity to walk out of here on your own or I can toss your ass out!" Courtney giggled then with a straight face looking him dead in his eyes. "No you’re not, you’re not done with me in fact I'm not done with you..." Mr.Garth confused by this blurts out "WHAT!!” Courtney seeing she has him now, right where she wants him pulls herself closer so close in fact that Mr.Garth seems intimidated. "See you were right I've failed you I've been a lazy little cunt of a secretary taking long lunches and playing on my cell more than I answer your own fucking phone but you haven't used me like you should..." said Courtney now yanking her arm away from his strong grip "So now I'm going to help you because you failed to punish me you reaaaally failed to punish me...you failed to use my mouth you failed to use my pussy you even failed to use my tight little asshole". "So to help you I'm going to get on my knees and drain your big heavy black balls...and after you finish fucking my throat I'm going to wrap my little white hands around your throbbing black cock and squeeze every last drop of your baby batter out of your meaty dick. Then you're going to pat me on my head and tell me Thank You Ms. Socko you can return to your desk now...I'll politely swallow and wipe my mouth with your necktie. Then and only then will I REMOVE MYSELF from your office and take my plump little ass back to my desk and play Words with Friend with my BFF. Maybe next time you won't be such a little pussy and just take what you really want instead of trying to fire me"...to be continued.
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Just a start, what do you think?
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[ip] Base a story on this picture: | It started as a joke. Really. I'd opened my mouth and put my foot in once too many, and she took me up on it. Something about the time she spends fixing herself, anyone could do it.
She took me up on it. Wasn't much to it, I had to swallow my pride to keep my pride. Difficult, but nothing I couldn't bear.
Shaving was actually the hardest. Do you know how much time it takes to get that smooth skin? how many fucking cuts I got? Dammit. The girls who do that regularly? They got my respect. But I see why they do it all the time. I just couldn't do it, it's not worth my time. But damned, the feeling of the blankets against them in bed? Yes. I can see the value there. *So good*.
After that it was the fucking nails. I keep my nails short for a reason. She "helped" of course. By pointing out how I did it wrong. I got it in the end, nothing to say I'm not persistent. But they do feel interesting. Almost feeling the urge to use them as claws now. Skin ripping in passion? mmm. Okay , sign me up.
After that, the heels. Borrowing hers, fortunately she's got big feet, so it's not a too bad fit. Socks were easy, fortunately I didn't need the stay ups, just the schoolgirl look. White, high. And the black, high heels.
**I hate high heels** Really. Ankle twisters. Forcing you to walk on your toes. You can't just sweep your foot in. I prefer my army boots any day.
Makeup? Yea, I can do that. I have some practice. Lipstick isn't that hard to get right. The mascara is the worst to get even. Eyeliner, sure. Can wear that. But I hate the smell of her foundation. I never could stand it. My face smelling of so many different perfumes.
Then it was the skirt. No panties. Just the skirt. And I wore it. Barely covering my buttocks, and I can't take a step or it'll pull up high enough to show my bare crotch. Dammit.
But in the end? The blowjob was amazing. **Win**.
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[ip] Base a story on this picture: | [cc]
I made a quick turn out of the computer repair classroom and start towards Mrs. Turner's classroom. I told Mr. Morgan, the computer teacher, that I would be right back. I've worked with him since I was in 7th grade, so he trusts me. I tuck in my required blue shirt, and pull down my (also required) white sweater vest. I didn't want to go to a Catholic school, but I didn't have much say in the matter. Two more years and I'll be out.
As I make my way across the grounds, I duck down through the back of the gym keeping a low profile so the jocks don't drag me out for more ridicule. I hate wedgies and being stuffed in lockers.
I tip toe down a back hallway and feel a sense of accomplishment. I let out an audible sigh of relief and continue my journey. I turn the last corner and stop dead in my tracks. I blink my eyes thinking it has to be a vision. There, right in front of me, not 5 feet away, are two goddesses, senior girls that only senior jocks can talk to, almost naked. One is on her knees with her face buried between the thighs of the standing goddess who is moaning softly, her eyes shut. They haven't heard me, so I just stand there watching. I feel my cock getting hard in my pants. I swallow hard and start to sweat.
Just then, the standing goddess moans loudly and opens her eyes. She sees me standing there, but does nothing. She smiles, and motions for me to come over. She places her hand on top of the girl's head who is pleasuring her, and says, "We have company."
Moments later, I am standing between two beautiful women with my pants and underwear around my ankles. Both are on their knees, taking turns swallowing my rock hard cock into their warm mouth and sucking. I look down and see a blonde head slowly moving back and forth sending wonderful sensations down my shaft, but the warmness, the smells, the sounds, are foreign. I have never had this done to me and don't know what to do. I jack off to porn all the time, but I have never been with a real female.
The sensations in my member are quickly growing and I can't hold back any longer. I groan, arch my back, and feel my hot seed splurge forth into the throat of the brunette goddess. She greedily slurps down all I can offer, and slowly releases my now quickly softening dick. I slide down the wall and sit there in a daze. The floor is cold on my ass.
The girls quickly rearrange their school uniforms while I am immobile on the floor. The blonde leans down close to my face and says, "Jesus, Steven, I thought you would last more than 12 seconds."
I hear their continued laughter down the hallway.
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[ip] Base a story on this picture: | Jessica was one of my best friends in high school. We were such a tight pair even though we were so unalike. Maybe our differences were the very reason we got along so well. I was a tomboy and she was a complete girly girl. While I was into sports like field hockey and horseback riding, she was manicuring her nails and reading fashion magazines. I guess we just balanced each other out.
Jess was super popular. People couldn’t help but to congregate around her. She was so pretty, with those huge flirty eyes. Her smile was always at the ready. Her hair was perfect. She spent a lot of time and thought on clothes, and her alluring cleavage was often on show. She was definitely easy on the eye. Everyone wanted a piece of her… either to be in her, or to be her.
Looking back, I realize that I was completely oblivious to my own power and influence. I fell for the story the adults were dishing out. I believed that I was a victim, at the mercy of the rules. I thought I had to actually listen to my parents and our teachers, but she knew that she could control people. It’s like she believed that she was born as royalty. She treated everyone as though they’d surely do as she wished, and the amazing part was; it usually it worked.
She thrived on flaunting her extremely sensual personality. Each gesture was calculated to stimulate a reaction. With each movement she controlled her doting audience - it didn’t matter what gender they were. Maybe she really couldn’t even help herself. Her yearbook blurb might have said, “destined to become a very successful burlesque dancer”, or “future trophy wife of a wildly wealthy Moroccan prince”.
The easy charm was what everyone noticed about Jessica. She would dazzle them with her pearly whites and give them that look. That look said, “Oh yeah, I’m hot and we both know it.” She held an allure of confident sexuality. She gave off the vibe that she was genuinely interested in everyone, sexually or otherwise. With that combination, she never failed to captivate and fascinate them all. They would leave a little dazed, like half hypnotized puppies, willing to do her bidding if only she would ask.
Just like I can’t explain how to wiggle your ears - which I also cannot do - I can’t tell you how she did it exactly. All I know is that Jessica charmed them all; myself included. I saw what she was doing and I was intrigued by her power.
Knowing her so well, part of me worshipped her, and part of me despised her. What most people didn’t know was that the moment they left her field of view, her fangs came out. Jessica had something nasty and condescending to say about almost everyone. Now that time has passed I know what that means; that she wasn’t as self-assured as she seemed. People who feel great about themselves, don’t waste their energy putting other people down. But back then I saw this as a sure sign that she was clearly superior to everybody.
In our school, all the girls wore the same slutty uniform. Our rebelliousness was massively amplified by being trapped in our tiny red plaid kilts with white buttoned blouses. Those little grey vests and white knee-high stockings couldn’t contain us!
Funny how these religious schools keep choosing such classically alluring outfits. We thought we were dressed so prim and proper, when in the eyes of most men, we could have worn these clothes as harlot the starlet Halloween costumes.
One day as Jessica and I were leaving geography class together and heading to the library, to “study” during our free period, we met up with Ryan in the hallway. We often spent time flirting with him, especially during this free period that we all shared.
Ryan was so cute! He was on the wrestling team and had the perfect amount of muscle in all the right places. His sandy brown hair was styled in a cool but casual way. That was how he rolled. Relaxed and warm. Easy and assured. Ryan - whatta guy. Such a ladies man.
But he had a girlfriend. Actually, we all had someone else, which explained the pent up sexual tension. We all thrived on that tension.
We would discuss our relationships and help each other with the confusing bits, while flirting. We teased each other playfully, laughing. Ryan’s cheeks showed his dimples. He had quite the glimmer in his eye and a great knack for knowing just what to say to crack us up. The librarian was often stopping by to remind us to shut the fuck up or get the hell out. Those weren’t the words she used, but it’s what she meant.
That day we took her up on the second suggestion and walked up to Echo Hill. The view from there was stunning. In just over a month it would be summer break and we were all feeling excited by the smell of wet earth on the warm breeze. We were getting restless with the anticipation of a little freedom.
Someone suggested we play truth or dare. It was probably Ryan, since it was his idea to dare us to kiss. Jessica and I laughed and acted foolish, but when our lips touched, there was a major surprise.
I had never kissed a girl in a passionate way before. It felt so different compared to kissing a guy. Ohhh my. The softness. The sweetness. So deliciously naughty! Mmmm. More. We tasted each other again.
Ryan was thoroughly loving his role as mastermind of this romp. He wisely kept his thoughts to himself as Jess and I decided to take matters into another daring new realm.
Jess grabbed my hand and dragged me into the washroom to “freshen up”. As soon as we were inside she pushed me against the wall and breathed hotly into my ear. When she bit me teasingly on the neck and sucked on my earlobe I began to quiver uncontrollably. My breath was coming out in ragged gasps. It felt fucking amazing! I couldn’t believe it.
She dropped to her knees and pushed my kilt up and slowly began to pull my panties down. She threw them over her head and laughed like a lunatic. I thought, ‘What the hell? YOLO, right?!’ I’m up for trying new things. You never know if you like something or not if you’ve never given it a try.
Jess gave it her best effort. I might have been making some very odd sounds because the things she was doing with her lips and her tongue on my vaj were incredible! I was barely able to stay upright. The cold wall on my bare ass also felt fucking marvellous, but I couldn’t hold onto one thought for long while her tongue was flicking over my clit. Holy fucking creator of all things marvellous… OH MY !!!!
“FUCK YEAH, oh yes, FUCK YEAH, oh yes…” I realized I was chanting loudly and licked my lips. I grasped her head in my hands and rocked us together, with her beautiful face in my crotch. She took this opportunity to slide her hands up my thighs and over my firm ass. As she slid her manicured finger into my tight twat, she told me that my pussy was drooling. Her fingers and tongue continued to move, first languidly and then faster and more urgently until all I could say was, “OHHHH, ohhhh, ooooooohhhhh…” and I came, hard.
After I returned the favour, I shakily got back on my feet and licked my lips. When I turned around I saw that Ryan had been watching the whole time and had his cock in his hand. Obviously he had enjoyed the view; the evidence of his pleasure was splashed onto the tile at his feet.
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The Video of the One...He owned her and Still does | She looked at the video on her smartphone one last time. Her hand between her legs, rubbing herself, fast, hard. Stopping as his cock came into view on the screen.
*She knew this part better than her own body.* her face would be in focus soon.
**She pinches her clit hard in anticipation** there it came, the cock slapping against her face, the fear in her eyes. It was always there when he was close.
He'd been so controlling. And she'd loved it. Every moment that she hated. Every fear that he played on her. *Her fingers rubbed faster, then slapped down and she stopped*. She's not allowed to cum. He never allowed that. Only edging. She was only allowed to come last. Or from being used.
She stopped, waiting, breathing, as she sees her own face take in his cock. She remembers the time, her hands were cuffed behind her to the table. She was kneeling, her wet panties stuffed into her cunt.
He'd liked that. Denying her, humiliating her. Her eyes were focused on the camera, there was a tear there, and she was so turned on even then.
It'd been half a year and two boyfriends since. And she still couldn't let go. She still couldn't stop her urges. She'd said she couldn't move away when he got his new job. He'd been disappointed. Sad even. And then angry.
The breakup sex had been vicious.
And she wanted to crawl back to him now. The video cut out. He'd never filmed himself coming. Only small glimpses of her being used.
Why couldn't she stop herself? She'd be crawling back to him in moments. And he'd push her down and take it all. She'd be **his** again. | 4 | 0 | 1 |
WP. Sleep Sex NSFW | First I wait 10 minutes to give you time to go to sleep. | -2 | 0 | 8 |
WP. Sleep Sex NSFW | It’s been a good night so far. I really didn’t know what to expect when I sent you that message or if you’d even respond. It’s been a couple of years since we last spoke and I did want to finally try to get you in bed one last time before I finally move on.
We’ve spent almost the entire day together and I still haven’t got myself a hotel room; I don’t know where I’m going to sleep.
“Don’t be silly,” you smile. “Hotels can get so expensive, you can stay with me. I feel safe with you around; I always have.”
And I see that you’ve had no problem falling back into the groove of using me for your own needs. “Thanks,” I respond as I drain the last of my cocktail. I get up to pour myself another drink and you hand me your glass.
“Can you get me another?” Your words a little slurred. “Just a small one, I can’t get all stupid now.”
“Sure.” I take your glass and walk behind the bar to pour your drink. About halfway, I stop and pull a small baggie out of my pocket. I take a few of the Ambien in there and crush them before I drop them in your drink. I give it a good mix as I pour the rest of the margarita in. I fix my vodka and cranberry juice and return your filled glass to you.
“You were always the nicest one to me out of all our friends, you know that?” you take a large gulp of your drink. “All the other guys only ever wanted to get into my pants.”
“Yeah, I remember. That and the other girls were too stuck up to even want to hang out with me.”
“Yeah, they were cunts.” You drink more and more until your glass is nearly empty. “They never saw the nice guy that I saw,” you mumble as your eyes begin to glaze over. You let out a big yawn as you stretch across the couch. I eye your smooth legs and wish for a peek as your skirt rides higher and higher. “Oh, God, sorry about that; I didn’t realize I was so tired.”
“That’s okay,” I smile. “It has been a long day, I could use some sleep myself.”
“Let me get you set up.” You wobble as you try to stand, falling back onto the couch. “Crap, I had too much to drink!” you laugh. “I can’t get up! Help me!” you squeal as you reach out towards me.
It’s working better than I thought. “Come on,” I pull you up from the couch. You fall into me and lean against me as I try to get you balanced so you can walk.
“I have sssome extra sheetsss in my bedroom closet,” you begin to slur. Your hand caresses my cheek, “You’re ssso nice to help me to my room.”
We walk down the short hallway and you push open the door to your bedroom, blindly pawing at the wall for the light switch. “Found it!” you proudly proclaim as it clicks on small bedside lamp.
“Wow, you got a huge bed,” I remark as I lead you towards it.
“California King.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know,” you yawn. “I guess it’s just feeling how small I am as I lie in it.”
You crawl into the bed as soon as your close enough and point to your closet. “The sheetsss are in there. Take what you want.”
I open it and dig in it to find the linen and a pillow. “Thanks again for letting me stay,” I say to you as I walk out of the closet.
I look to the bed and find you with your bra halfway off and your panties down to your knees; your dress lies crumpled on the floor next to the bed. My heart begins to thump hard in my chest. I’ve wanted to see this for so long.
You sigh as you take a deep breath; your bra falling to the floor. There’s no way I’m letting this opportunity slip away. I set the linen and pillow on the floor and quietly approach you. I kneel next to the bed and gently run my hand across your stomach. You don’t react so I reach higher and grope your breasts, lightly pulling at your nipples; still nothing.
I straddle your small frame and unzip my pants. My hard cock whips out and slaps against your breasts, leaving a stringy trail of pre-cum behind. Taking a tit in each hand, I squeeze them together and slide myself in between them. God, they’re so soft. I lightly thrust through them with a gratification of years of rebuffed advances.
Adrenaline fuels me and I get bolder. My best course of action would be stripping naked and kneeling on the bed next to your face. I begin to stroke myself, rubbing the pre-cum around the head and shaft. I hang it over your mouth as a bit drips down to your lips. Your tongue flickers out and you lick the stickiness off.
I press my cock against your lips and slide it back and forth. Your small mouth opens slightly and I proceed to rape it, feeling your breath quickening as you struggle to breathe. Oh, God. I think to myself. The bed bounces as I push you around with every urging prod of my cock. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t contain myself much longer and quickly pull out, cumming with a grunt over your pretty face.
No, I think to myself. I can’t be finished.
The bed squeaks as I get off as quietly as I can. With as much care as I can, I slowly pull your panties off and duck in between your legs. A bit of wetness seeps from the delicate folds of your pussy. My eager tongue begins to lightly taste you, taking in the sweet taste. Your legs open a bit, allowing my tongue to probe you further. | 2 | 0 | 8 |
[IP] NSFW GIF I want to be her | This looks like a fun role play scenario. /r/dirtypenpalls would love this. | 1 | 0 | 8 |
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