badsammiethrowaway, Author at NSFW story

Looking for trouble (M+/F, oral, anal, nc)

She looked at the mirror, adjusting her hair, frowning. The cherry red drew out her lips as she absentmindedly licked her teeth. The makeup was done well, that wonderful tone that was just too much, not the point of absurdity, but trashiness. Elegant in a way only poorer people thought of as sexy. Indeed, it was a siren call to a select type of man, the type she was looking for tonight. Her hair was likewise teased, nice a big, flowing over her shoulders. She smiled nervously at herself as she stood up to finish dressing.

First she slid into her crop top, a massacred tshirt of an old boyfriend of hers. He was so confused when she had cheated on him, but he deserved better than her. Someone would wouldn’t do what she planned to tonight. He deserved a good girl whatever the damaged thing in the mirror was looking back at her, it wasn’t a good girl. She slid her jean jacket over it, slim and short itself, it helped cover her up a bit more. With it, you couldn’t immediately tell she was braless, though she would have to remember not to raise her arms tonight or anyone looking would get a free show. Read more »

Getting his text and more [M+/F, NC]

The phone vibrated, barely a phantom of a buzz felt through her purse. She pulled it out and checked and found a text from him. No, THE text from him. He’d been promising/threatening to do it for months now. It was terrifying how a few simple words could ramp her anxiety, make her wet, scared, and excited all at once. How anyone she’d never met could hold such power over her was beyond her.

ALLEY OF 3rd and ANDERSON
SUMMER DRESS – NOTHING UNDER. SHORT.
STRUGGLE FOR THEM.

She trembled as she went into her bedroom, slowly stripping away her clothes. Her eyes wet, lips moist, as she thumbed through her dresses. She dropped her blue sundress, tight up top, loose and short on the bottom. She gripped the wall and had to practice her breathing, focusing before the anxiety could overcome her and prevent her from doing what he had told her to do. Read more »

She let them [M/F, nc, prost]

“So, do you want to come by my apartment after we finish up? Can play some games, and I’ll let you borrow The Witcher 3 since you like RPG’s” he asked her. Sarah wiped her forehead and smiled as she loaded up some stock.

“Sure thing, Steve! Don’t really have much planned after that anyway,” she said. He slapped her butt and then laughed, running off. She laughed with him, slapping and just missing him. She shook her head and went back to putting up some merchandise on the shelves. She’d only been at the store for a month but liked it. She mostly worked with guys on the third shift, which was fine with her. She never felt comfortable around other women, not usually. She was raised by her dad and had always been a tomboy. Also, she liked and thrived on attention, which was always easy to come by when it was mostly guys and she was one of the few girls. Read more »

So you wanted to know why I’m like this? [M/F, nc, marked, slave]

“So, you want to know why I do it, why I’m like this?” she asked, taking a deep draw, exhaling the smoke slowly through her nose. “I don’t know, honestly. Not fully. I mean, stuff happened, early on, later, but I felt like I made it through all that. I stayed sane, true to myself, pushed forward. Finished High School. A rarity in my family. Then after leaving them all behind, traveling halfway across the country to leave it in the past, started college. All on my own.” She took another deep drag and then fidgeted with her fingers, looking down.

“I even finished college. Got a good entry level job. People would have called me a fucking success story. Small town girl makes it big. And by that standard, I guess I did. I was going places, a shooting star, going up, up, up. And then, life changed.” She stubbed out the cigarette and got another out, offering the reporter one. He shook his head and she shrugged before lighting up. The smoke curled in the small changing room. Read more »

Her first time [MF, oral, nc, prost]

The first time she had done it, was for some beer. It wasn’t that she was a prude, but the opportunity had never really come up for her to have sex. But when her parents left town for the weekend, she had decided to throw her first, and ultimately only, party. She had let people know about it, invited a lot of people she barely knew. She was new to this high school and she wanted to make friends. What better way than a no parents party? She had spent almost all the money she had saved up for food and snacks, put up all the valuable shit, but she was still lacking alcohol. She tried a few stores with her fake id, but they were honest employees and ran her off. With the party coming up the next day, she’d been desperate.

So, going to one of the few stores within walking distance, she’d asked a couple men and women to buy her some. She was a bit nervous as they already lived right in a sketchy part of town, but even then, people were rejecting her. Frustrated, she almost left when a man whistled at her from the corner of the store near the dumpster. Read more »

A Stupid Bet (m+/f, nc, anal, gloryhole)

It was just supposed to be a stupid dare. With her new fake ID, she said it could get her in anywhere. Of course, there is always an asshole about, some jerk who has to challenge any claim you make. In her case, that asshole was Steve. He called bullshit on her and wanted proof. She had expected him to ask her to buy some alcohol or go into a bar, but for some reason, likely perverted, he had challenged her to go to a nearby adult theater and buy something. She was grossed out by the idea, but everyone at the lunch table had latched onto the challenge and she would have to provide a receipt for proof.

So that was how Sydney, 17, found herself outside “Handy’s” on a Friday night, biting her lower lip anxiously. She wished she had dressed super conservatively, but it was well into summer and she was going to the movies with some friends after. So, here she was, a leggy dirty blonde, wearing a modest summer dress, trying to gather courage to go inside. A car drove by and that was the push she needed. She hadn’t parked in the back, something she now regretted. Instead she pushed the black glass door and went inside. Read more »

A trip to the bar (m+/f, rape bait, nc, v, anal)

Rape baiting has been a long time fantasy but one I’ll unlikely ever attempt for real. That said, if I ever did it, perhaps this is how it would go.

She nursed her beer in the ratty bar, her heart fluttering a bit as she glanced around. She’d only been there for a short bit, but she was clearly out of place and not the normal clientele. Things had cooled down at her home lately, ever since she’d had the baby. They’d always been an open couple, kinky to the extreme, and while they still had fun, it hadn’t been the same lately. Her husband no longer saw her as a dirty needy cunt, or his little to use. He saw only his wife, the mother of his children and thus, she felt ignored, abandoned.

That was why she was here. The voices raged in her head, more and more, her neediness building up to near uncontrollable levels. Her own hands and self-abuse were no longer enough and if her husband wouldn’t use her, she’d go elsewhere. It had always been a fantasy, of course. She’d been all but raped, had 2 CNC encounters, she knew what it was liked to be slapped and even hit. And by god, did she miss it. She missed, however wrongly, the feel of no control, the violence of sex, of having control taken away. She needed to be less, even if only briefly. And so, she sat and drank. Read more »

Lost, but Found – (MF, grooming, mc, implied torture)

She was once someone very different she knew, as she sat on the floor naked, collar around her neck. She wasn’t the type of person who would have done all of the things that she did, or had done to her, daily. She had had hopes and dreams and a future, she had felt, at one time. The before time. Before she let go of everything she was and became less and less and lost her name, and slowly, over time, became an it.

Not that she really understood it on a deep level like that, not intellectually, not anymore. That part of her was gone, from grooming, conditioning, atrophy, use, and abuse. Deep thoughts no longer swam in the sex and pain filled mind. If you asked her what her name was, the answer reflexively would only be “cunt” and if you asked for her birth name, dull eyes would stare at you until she cobbled the thoughts of what came before was. Read more »

She had to much – [MF][NC][Drugged][Bar][m+]

She stumbles, smiling but unsure why, her movements uncertain and awkward. She is sweating heavily from all the dancing; unfocused, trying to remember where she sat down her purse. She knows she came here with friends but she got distracted, drunk, and she can’t find them now. Did they leave her, thinking she herself had already left? If she could find her purse, she could call them. Instead, she stumbles, her hand sliding along the wall. Her hair is disheveled, her short skirt riding high; her left heel is broken from an earlier stumble. She leans against the wall as the room spins again.

He notices she doesn’t see him approach as she rests against the wall as the world twirls around her. He’s been watching her though. She’s drunk, of course, but probably a bit slow too. She clearly didn’t notice him drop anything into her drink. That’s when the waiting game had begun for him. She had been slutting it up, teasing men, himself included all night, thinking she could play her games. She would learn tonight that other people can play games as well. He steps close and lifts her chin, her eyes dull and glassy. She barely reacts when he leans in and kisses her, deeply, cupping her ass, pulling her against him. He feels her kiss him back, but she struggles too, like her brain is on autopilot, and can’t decide what she should do. Read more »

Broken, Ruined, and Desperate [MF][Violent][Anal]

It comes and goes, that need, that primal urgency that can overwhelm me. I try to be a good girl, I truly do. Yes, I’m a slut, I’m a skank, and I’m a cheap set of holes. All that and more, and there come some days, rare ones, where I want to be so much more and so much less.

I want him to walk through the door and see me, except he doesn’t. He sees a warm mouth, C cup tits with pierced nipples, and two holes, one wet, one warm and tight. He doesn’t see me and honestly there isn’t a me to see. I am what he makes me and over time I see it. Broken, ruined, and desperate.

He grabs me by my neck and lifts me up, choking as he pulls me to his mouth, kissing me deep. No love, just need. Then with fearful strength, he throws me against the wall and I slide down, stunned. He needs to vent then and my body is the canvas to paint upon. I struggle to stand up, but he kicks my cunt, doubling me over. He needs it swollen, tighter. It’s never tight enough anymore unless his fist is shoved in it. He grabs my head and jerks it back up against the wall and rams his cock in my throat. Read more »