-Dawner-, Author at NSFW story — Page 4 of 5

Having a wife isn’t so bad [FM] [facefucking]

I don’t know why every guy i meet complains about having a wife. Having a wife is amazing.

For starters, i mean eventually they quit arguing with you or doing that one thing you don’t like. Could take months, years, but eventually they get worn out on it, right? I think every woman works that way. To tell you the truth though, i’ve only ever been with Molly.

She’s a staunch feminist, we met in college and hit it off. We liked to talk and just kept talking (and fucking) right through college and into marriage.

When we first started having sex, i remember that she started out just like you’d expect: don’t cum in my mouth. Don’t play with my asshole. I’m not shaving. Don’t give me a hickey. Don’t pinch my nipples – don’t do this, that, anything but put a condom on. I never dared to suggest taking that off, even though she was on birth control.

Jane is lovely, i thought to myself, but she is uptight when it comes to sex. I didn’t let that stop me from loving her though, and well, here we are 10 years later. Read more »

The Rural MILF: A profile [F]

Hunting, gardens, and big picture-perfect houses were the image of neighborhood; In a spring time environment, fresh air with a sweet nature smell; and along with these images, a well-tempered family of four. That last detail was not the case for Ms. Lauranne.

Divorced, kids grown up and left for college far away at famous schools; Not much of a fan of hunting, leaving just the gardening; Hater of news and modern television, leaving only reading, and a somewhat painful silence in the large rooms and halls. An empty nest, with not much hope for more life.

And still there was Ms. Lauranne, clearly fit for more love and a family if she would chose, even as unlikely as that would be.

So she begins to act different, as all do when seperated from society and social interaction. She becomes less private, goes just a bit longer before changing from the robe post-shower. Doesn’t lock the door quite as often. Craves more ‘fringe’ content on the internet, especially during private time, which has turned more or less, into all the time. Read more »

Investigating the S.L.A.V.E school (Part 3) [F] [F watching Fm(inc)]

Anabelle Smith’s Mother expressed over the phone that she would love to have me over, and that she and her husband were so glad teachers were taking an interest in their feelings about high-school education. Perhaps they wish for a better life? Maybe they want some famous investigator *(Say, someone named May Lovelace, ahem, me),* to get them out in exchange for protection. As nice as that sounds, i am quickly losing faith in the people of this town.

A white house with sturdy construction, with a small single-car garage. It looked to be a house for a prospering family: A Mother, a Father, a few kids and nice dog. The yard was flat and neatly trimmed to an expert degree.

A red wooden door was all that stood between me and where the dark magic happens, where propaganda and local government influence may have turned these people into savages.

“Hiiiii!” Mrs. Smith greeted me, a movie-star quality beauty, with killer hips and curly bleach-blonde hair, obviously not more done-up than any other day.

“Hiiii!” I replicated the greeting. I was enthused and excited to be here, but not to improve her daughters education. She seemed excited to have me here, but i don’t look anything like what she expected. Read more »

The “progressive” Family Part 2 [inc] [Mf] [impreg]

Once the gate was opened for Father and Mother to act out their sexual urges with their eldest daughter Amanda, there was absolutely no stopping them. It was only a matter of time.

It was the moment after. Father had just emptied an entire load into Mother. Amanda hadn’t came, she wasn’t even rubbing. She was just staring, fingers at her clit, at her Daddy’s cock. It pulled out of Mommy with a slick, one last strand of cum hanging from it’s tip. In all its glory, still hard, lubed from her Mothers tight pussy.

Amanda was in love.

Amanda was in a trance.

Amanda spread her legs.

Amanda asked, “Daddy?”

Rising off of Mother, who stared on; in a trance herself. Father stood, walking over to Amanda slowly. There was no stopping him, not even Amanda could.

Amanda sat up in the recliner, her father standing right there in front of her. Her mouth was agape, right at the same level of his cock. In a trance still, her mouth moved to it. Read more »

Investigating the S.L.A.V.E. school (Part 2) [F] [roleplay]

In town, after my first day of teaching, i was understandably curious about the town that could accept and get away with so much wrong-doing. People in groups will sometimes give into certain ideas and patterns in some weird circumstances.

The entire town was obviously built with the high-school in mind. Driving around, one could see that all major buildings were built around this highschool. I need to learn as much as i can. I might have some ideas about how to accomplish that though. A little bit of social engineering, but there is only time for questions now… and maybe a little ‘personal’ time.

Ever since moving here i’ve been unusually horny. Maybe its just being away from Jane. Maybe… no. Give me a break. *Maybe its something in the water,* i joke to myself.

The town is built around an all girl’s high-school. The only high-school. But that leaves the obvious question of where the boys are taught? Perhaps they aren’t forced or even expected to go to highschool. It seems like men have little to no personal responsibility here. I notice there aren’t any police around. Maybe it’s because they have a low crime rate. Maybe it’s because they don’t bother enforcing laws. Read more »

The “Progressive” Family [MF, f] [inc]

Lily, her older sister Amanda, her younger brother Johnny, and her parents were what you might call ‘progressive’ – in the fullest perversion of the term.

On politics alone, her parents believed in the legalization of all drugs, and were avid consumers of weed since high school. They openly smoked it around their kids, and sometimes with them.

Believing privacy a barrier to humanity, their small house was devoid of doors, not even to the bathroom, and not even a shower curtain. None of them really cared however, they were all religiously nudists – it was basically manners to them.

Lily’s parents weren’t sticklers on gender pronouns however; it seemed to be too much work. In fact, despite being progressive in these hippy ways, Mother and Father enjoyed some aspects of traditional gender roles, but with more equality for women. They felt it brought them closer to how natural people lived, and it made for great dirty talk during sex.

If Lily’s parents believed drugs should be legalized they wanted sex to be legally required for them, and they acted like it. It seemed like nothing could keep Father and Mother from each other. They were always ready to go, watching tv while nude and just doing it on the spot, as long as the kids weren’t around. Read more »

Investigating the private, all girl’s “School of Life Achievement and Value Education” (Part 1) [F]

Its the start of the school day and im sitting in my teachers chair. In the classroom, two students are seated at each of 8 large tables, 2 columns of 4 stretching back into the classroom. Each of the students is a young teen girl, wearing the school outfit: A pink mini-skirt so short it has no point, red or pink panties, and a near-transparent white shirt that has the audacity to have a v-neck even though you can clearly see each set of nipples on each girl.

The bell rings and i mentally prepare myself. Its only my first day of this investigation, and i already could incriminate the lives of nearly a hundred men and save a couple hundred girls, and be the leading journalist and feminist of this century. Why do they look so happy? They chat so casually, not embarrased at all. Maybe they are simply used to it. They deal with it.

The speaker in the room makes a click. The girls and me all rise, our breasts bouncing without bras.

“Girls, We will now say the pledge of community.” I believe thats the head master’s secretary on the line. Read more »

Waiting [f]

…I keep waiting for my master.

My apartment is primed for his arival. The bed chains are ready, the clothes and towels are all fully washed. My lingere is kept ready to be soiled and ripped. I keep a supply of lube, just in case Master wants to fuck more than my pussy.

Every day, i get home from work. It always feels so good to invert my collar. On one side, its just black, on the other, it reads: “Owned Slut”

After inverting my collar, i remove my clothes and prepare dinner, dressed in only an apron. Master is always late for dinner.

I figure when he’s this late, he’s probably very busy and stressed. I put on my sexiest outfit. Funnily enough, it doesn’t have lace or see-through. Its all black and soft like leggings. Its tight. It wraps around my torso, with a hole cut and bordered around my pussy and butt, making it easy for Master to take me at any time.

Tightly wrapped i position myself at the door, face down on the floor and ass in the air, my pussy right there for when he walks in. Usually im waiting so long, i think he does this to me on purpose, because he knows i only get hornier the longer i wait. Read more »

Bi02-S7

*rural america, the 1980s*

(Forgot tags: [Fm] [blowjob])

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It was something unusual perhaps for most, but for a teenager like Mike, waking up and masturbating several times in a row was fairly normal.

Of course, he soon discovered that something was amiss. No matter how many orgasms he pumped out, his hard-on never softened. It was a saturday, and Mike never really did much on saturday but watch tv and draw, or go out into the woods for some quiet.

By lunch however, something was very obviously wrong. His hard-on remained as it had this morning; his mind still in lust, his dick wasn’t even sore and his loads only seemed to get larger. He knew he needed to figure it out, fast.

First, he tried simply refraining from masturbating, hoping the hard on would die down. This only made it worse however; his mind broke like a dam and started dreaming up all sorts of fantasies, he flipped through his porn mags cover-to-cover. And his balls ached, he felt a warmth and preasure – a beg for a release.

After pumping out the highest volume of cum in his life, he knew he would have some time to call someone. Read more »

Slut’s Tale: Part 1, ‘A Hit to the Head’ [f] [mast] [exh]

Jessica was known by her teachers as an amazing student, deeply gifted in mathematics and science. She was a pale white, blonde-haired girl with intelligent-looking glasses, and within class she hardly ever spoke unless to ask a question. She was beautiful but humble, graceful and complex, and until the summer of her sophmore year of high school, she was hardly talked about amongst the other girls or guys. Her body was undeveloped and her personality mostly unknown.

A lot can change in three months.

The day sophmore year ended, Jessica had stumbled and hit her head right into a wall in her home. She had passed out, and woken up a few hours later.

There on the carpet just next to the front door, Jessica woke with a throbbing headache, sprawled out over the floor.

**”Ffff-uck!”** She said outloud. Jessica quietly hushed herself. She wasn’t the type to ever curse, she thought. But fuck, it felt good to curse suddenly. Never mind that, she told her brain. Read more »