Fuck My Wife Pt. 1

***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

“I need you to fuck my wife.”

It took me a second to register what he was telling me. I had received a lot of strange requests over the years in my job as a professional mediator, but this was a new one.

The requestor, Derrick, was a client of mine. I had just helped his company resolve a particularly ugly dispute and, as a thank you on top of payment for services rendered, he had invited me to his house party he was throwing tonight.

I hadn’t planned on staying long and was just finishing my glass of merlot when derrick pulled me aside in his backyard. He told me he had one more favor to ask of me. I asked what it was. Then he told me he wanted me to fuck his wife.

“You…you want,” I stuttered. “You want me to fuck Lexi?”

He nodded and confirmed, “Hell yeah, I do.”

“I…uh…,” I scanned his face to look for any signs that he was joking. It didn’t take much long to tell he was dead serious. “Why?” I asked.

Reign of the Vulvani [MF] [NC] [anal] [fantasy] [Fdom]

***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

Aristan should have enjoyed the tall, voluptuous goddess riding his cock with such furor. He should have been entranced by the flutter of her eyelashes, the trembling of her full red lips, the waiving of her shoulder-length straight black hair, the patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair over her pussy mound. He should have been mesmerized by the bouncing of her heavy round tits, the lithe motion of her hourglass figure, the perspiration dripping down her deeply tanned skin, the curling of her toes as she orgasmed around his erection.

But he felt nothing. His dick was hard, made so by the magical gold cock ring clasped snugly around the base of his member, but his libido was nonexistent. Such had been the case for every man in the annals of recorded history.

Aristan was a manservant, a slave, of the Vulvani. He needed no reminding, but the black metal collar around his neck would have done so. His was a matriarchal society in which men were considered little more than livestock, purposed for labor and breeding. That was it.

Rave Girl [MF]

***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

It’s always an adventure when my business trip meetings get canceled after I’ve already traveled. I find ways to fill the time until my return flight, and my distractions have become increasingly enjoyable lately. My most recent trip involved a rave, which I had never been to before, and a dance with an incredibly sexy girl named Rose.

A coworker who had visited this city knew about a spot where they occasionally threw massive raves. He told me that one was happening the night I was in town. Having learned to love trying new things, I decided to check it out.

I had no idea what I was supposed to wear to something like this, so I asked my coworker. He said whatever’s most comfortable. He also advised me not to wear underwear. I thought that was strange, but I took his advice. I wore a pair of thin black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Some comfy shoes and I was ready for adventure.

Medication and Lactation Pt. 03

Read [Parts 1 and 2 here.](https://www.reddit.com/user/apexerotica/comments/uiw8yj/story_index/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

“Are you sure you want me in there with you?” I asked Katy as I opened the car door for her. She stepped out and my gaze lingered on her toned midriff that her white sweater failed to cover. She had a long torso, but I had tasted every inch of it and was looking forward to doing it again. The same went for everything she hid under her black leggings.

“Of course I do!” Katy assured me. She was acting as a surrogate for my sister’s baby and was about two months pregnant. She had just barely started to show. “Remember, you’re going to be an uncle, not just my boy-toy,” she said with a giggle.

I smiled. I really liked being her boy toy. I was also looking forward to being an uncle. I hadn’t planned on getting this involved with the pregnancy, but I was happy with the way things were working out.

Medication and Lactation Pt. 02 [MF] [cons] [exhib] [lac]

Read [Part 1 here.](https://www.reddit.com/user/apexerotica/comments/uiw8yj/story_index/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

***All characters in this story are 18 years or older***

“Mmmm…” I groaned as I laid my head back on the couch and closed my eyes, the sound of wet slurping filling my ears.

The slurping stopped, but a soft, delicate hand continued to stroke my erection. “You like that, baby?” came a perky, feminine voice.

I looked down and smiled. If you could perfectly combine cute and sexy into one package, Katy would be the result. Her light freckled skin, almost-blonde straight brown hair, tiny button nose, long eyelashes, and sparkling blue-green eyes matched her personality. Perky, lovable, and so sweet.

Plus, she was drop-dead sexy. She had a rocking little toned body that she kept tight despite having gone through three pregnancies. She tanned frequently, which made those freckles on her arms and chest that I so adored stand out.

She blushed at my lingering gaze and pressed her cheek against my shaft with her slender fingers, on which she always grew long, beautifully manicured fingernails. They were painted red today, my favorite. “Are you ready to finish?” she asked.

Medication and Lactation Pt. 01 [MF] [lac] [cons]

***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

My sister clapped her hands together and gave me the best puppy-dog eyes she could manage. “Please? It would really make my night. Jay and I haven’t had a date night in weeks! And every time I visit her she wants to chat for hours…”

I smirked. I was exhausted, but I could never say “no” to her. I was the big brother, right? It was my job to help.

“Alright,” I conceded as I snatched the brown paper bag from the living room table. “What’s the address?”

“Oh, thank you so much, Mark!” she said as she threw her arms around my neck, wrapping me in a bear hug. “I owe you one.” She let go and picked up her phone. “I’ll send you the pin to her apartment.”

My phone ‘dinged’ and I tapped the address on the screen, pulling up my maps app. At least it was on my way home. And it was mid-summer, so the sun wouldn’t set for a while.

“Got it,” I confirmed. “Anything I should know about her?”

Use Me [MF] [anal] [cons]

***All characters in this story are 18 years or older***

I wasn’t sure what I was doing there. I should’ve been in my hotel room analyzing why the deal I had put together had just fallen apart.

I’m a mediator (a very good one, I might add), which means I help individuals and companies work through their differences and come to an agreement before the courts and lawyers get involved. That didn’t happen this time.

I had flown out to Silicon Valley to finalize an agreement between two tech companies. Everything was on track until one of the CEOs got cold feet and withdrew the company’s offer. Now we were back at square one.

What did that mean? I had no idea. That’s what I should have been trying to figure out. But I needed to blow off some steam, which is what brought me to this bar a few miles from my hotel.

It wasn’t anything special, but good enough for me to sip a jack-and-coke in a corner booth. I had planned for a quiet and lonely night, a few drinks, and then I’d tackle my problem tomorrow.

Then she walked in.

Meeting Scarlet [MF] [cons]

***All characters in this story are 18 years or older***

“Then we have a deal?” I asked the two men who sat facing each other across the large conference room table. They each nodded in turn.

“Great!” I exclaimed, and I meant it. I had been mediating this negotiation for over two weeks. At points, it felt like the whole thing was going to fall apart. But we managed to pull it off.

This was easily the biggest case I had ever taken. Sitting between these two giants of business high up in this tall Ottawa office building, I had often felt like I was out of my league.

But now it was time to relax and recuperate.

As the lawyers replaced us at the table, the two CEOs and I left the conference room. One said goodbye and took an elevator to his office on the top floor. I rode with the other to the ground level.

“What are your plans now?” he asked as we descended.

“I hadn’t thought too much about it,” I responded honestly.

Letters to Vanessa Ch. 2

[Chapter 1 here.](https://www.reddit.com/user/apexerotica/comments/uiw8yj/story_index/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
Inspired by u/vanessa_vixenxxx

Dear Vanessa,

I haven’t heard back from you, which means you didn’t get my first letter, you don’t want to hear from me, or I’m just being an impatient asshole. Anyway, against my better judgment, I’m sending you what I remember about the day after our first time being together.

When I saw you in the break room you were more dressed up than usual. Instead of one of your sundresses, you wore a sleeveless white blouse and pencil skirt that ended a few inches above your knees. Strappy stilettos showed off red-painted toenails. Your makeup was still minimal, but your lipstick was a deeper shade of red than before.

You stood with your butt against the counter facing the door, just as you were when I first saw you. This time it was you that was flustered. You blushed and smiled when I walked in, like a schoolgirl who had kissed her first crush.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” you responded.

“I…uh,” I looked around to make sure we were alone. I took a few steps closer to you and said, “I’ve been thinking of you.”

Primal Urges [MF] [bd] [Mdom] [SM]

Her long, lithe body waits for me on her bed, body relaxed but toes dancing in anticipation. I pause to drink in the sight of her slim calves, strong and delicate legs, flat stomach, and supple breasts. Naked but for the ropes that cross-cross her body, she is my prey. She offers herself to me. I will devour her.

I start at her toes, lightly kissing her painted nails. I run my fingers up her calves and under her knees. I pause. I look up and whisper, “You know I take what I want…” Her breath quickens, her teardrop breasts rising and falling in steady time.

“And do you know what I want?” I continue.

“What do you want?” She asks with a slight tremble in her voice.

I tell her, “I want you. I want the animal inside of you. I want you to release her. I want to have my way with her…”

My fingers continue up her thighs to her hips. I lightly kiss the clean-shaven skin just above her bare, rope-enveloped pussy. I look up again. “I want to feast on every inch of your body. I want to make you moan, purr, growl, whimper…”