The Life and Times of Sydney’s Stars [MF] [scifi] [silly, kind of cheesy] [sex-lite] [slight noncon] [CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE]

Sneak aboard the ship? Check.

Secure the bridge? Check.

Take the Orgron leader of the thugs captive? Check.

Do all this without alerting the rest of the crew, thus allowing them to mount an attack on the bridge AND enable the self destruct countdown? Not even close.

Extract the sperm of the Orgron leader so that the less barbaric females of the species could impregnate themselves without needing to be raped? Working on it!

The sound of lasers, phasers, and possible even blazers tore through the air and scorch marks dotted the room where they struck walls and chairs. Fifteen or so armed mercenary thugs had all but taken the bridge back as three valiant mercenaries (not even remotely thuggish) hid behind chairs and computers, trying not to take any hits while sending out a few shots of their own. It was an effort in vain, however. Sooner or later, they’d be pushed up against the glass wall that led only to space and likely riddled with blaster shots. And even then, if the self destruct went off, they would all be goners.

Milk [Mf] [incest] [daddy-daughter] [cum] [lactation] [weirdest thing I have ever written]

“Oh, honey, did I tell you that Emily got her tests back?”

Brent flipped a flapjack in the pan as his wife, Lisa, spoke to him. As he cooked up Saturday morning pancakes, Lisa and their daughter Emily sat at the table, eating them as they came off the heat.

“No, you didn’t. They’re good, I hope.” He replied.

Lisa looked to her daughter, who had her head down as she quietly ate. “Do you want to tell him, sweetie?”

It took Emily a moment before she looked up. “Oh, um, yeah. The doctor said my swelling has gone down a bit.” Her delivery wasn’t exactly enthusiastic.

“He was so surprised, Brent. And to think, he wanted to put you on all kinds of pills or recommend you for some kind of surgery. It’s a good thing that girl at the health food store just recommended a diet change. Much cheaper and much healthier.” Lisa gestured toward her daughter with her fork.

Light My Fire [MF] [prostitution] [virgin] [ever so slightly Fdom maybe] [60s/70s vibe] [white male, black female, light raceplay]

Even three floors above the casino floor, Steven could still smell, still feel even, the smoke from hundreds of cigars, puffing their scent below. The musky odor seemed to cling to the walls and the carpet, to his clothes even. Hopefully, the present his dad had got him was a new suit that he could change into.

It was the night of Steven’s 18th birthday. Living on the outskirts of Las Vegas, his father decided to take him to the Strip, a place he had only barely experienced before now, unlike his father who seemed to go every weekend. He couldn’t legally gamble, or drink for that matter, but his dad assured him that they would “let it slide”. After all, no one was too careful about ID’s, and his father’s friend owned the casino. A night out on the town with the guys, however, quickly went south. Steven blew through several hundred dollars at blackjack, he nearly choked to death on one cigar puff, and the shot of whiskey he had sent him to the restroom almost immediately. After getting himself cleaned up, his dad handed him the key to their hotel room and told him to go get his “surprise gift”. He had no clue what it might be, and he half believed his father just sent up here due to embarrassment. Truth be told, even if the surprise was gag gift, Steven was likely to stay up in the room for the rest of the night.

What If We Got A Bit More…Serious? [FM] [girlfriend] [vaguely msubby to vaguely mdommy] [impreg] [make her your wife] [bit of an age gap] [dirty talk]

Allie had, since her youth, always wanted to be a wife and a mother. She looked up to her stay at home mom, wanting to do just as good of a job as she did. Naturally, as she matured, so did these desires. Every boyfriend she had, every crush even, would eventually manifest in her mind as her husband and father of her children. This craving she had had driven away the only serious boyfriend she had. However, it was a dream that the nineteen year old couldn’t wait to realize.

If it hadn’t been for her parents pressuring her, she never would’ve even wanted to go to college. But after high school, the teenage suburbanite packed her things and pursued higher education in the city. Allie had no idea what she wanted to do, but a friend she made was majoring in business, so she went with that. After all, a career was not exactly the dream she had in mind. Her classes mostly went over her head, as she day dreamed about literally anything else during school. Nothing a professor would ever say could get her attention, and if it weren’t for friends occasionally helping her out, she would not be maintaining her C average. The blonde was easy on the eyes too, so the brainier boys didn’t seem to mind holding her hand through her schoolwork.

I Said You Can Call Me Becky [MF] [age gap] [teen] [milf] [oral] [anal] [cheating wife]

*(This is a bit longer than my last one, but that’s because it’s inspired by two audios that are related. There are flashbacks in this story which are separated and italicized for your convenience. Thanks for reading.)*

It was just shy of two in the afternoon, an hour before her son would get out of school, when there was a knock at the door. Having been completely spaced out, mindlessly folding laundry, Becky almost jumped at the sound. The just past forty year old answered the door, surprised, yet somehow expecting the boy, or man really, who stood on her doorstep. He stood, easily a foot taller than her, making no attempt to disguise the fact that he loved the sight of her voluptuous form in that snug little sundress. Maybe he had been a bit for discreet before, but now, he was brimming with confidence. Becky hated to admit that she loved that cocky hint of a grin on his face.

“Hey there, Mrs. C. Mind if I come in?” He spoke as if he had no idea what kind of effect he had on her, but he wasn’t fooling anyone.

Hiding Behind A Mask [Lots of M/F] [bd] [cum] [Fsub] [gangbang] [preg] [technically noncon] [oral]

It was a sickening surprise. It was deplorable and fucked up. It was illegal.

But her cunt betrayed her, craving it.

She begged him. She wasn’t one of those girls. She was his and only his. The strength in his arms easily overpowered her as she was dragged to the basement, tears pouring from her eyes, and juices soaking her pussy. She remembered how he caressed her cheek before putting the mask on her, the feathery Venetian mask that covered just her eyes in a sea of purples and blues. She remembered the way he said ‘I love you’ as he strapped her against the cold table and slid the sparkling ring off her finger. It wasn’t that he didn’t mean it, oh no, because if he had ever meant it, it was then. It was the passion in his touch, in his voice, in his lips as he crushed her’s before walking away that made it all the more real. It made this act more vile and disgusting and…it drove her wild with lust. Not for him. For them. For the men she did not know, never would know…never would see again. All of which could say the same about her. If only they knew whose pristine face was hidden by the mask, they might become more animalistic than they were already. But what she gave them, what he forced her to give them was enough to sate their desires. An unprotected cunt and a hungry mouth.