The Preacher, The Doctor, and the Whorehouse of Horror (Post-apocalyptic, Zombies) [Dubious Consent/Non Consent of Undead] [Violent] [Strangulation/Turning] [Masturbation]

(Author’s note: I like horror movies and zombie movies especially. I wrote this after watching Dead Girl. If you like this story, I highly recommend that movie. I recognize that this is a controversial plot. I found it difficult to write and I’m hoping it’s just as difficult to read. I’m genuinely nervous about posting this. Good Luck!)

What would you think if I told you that I knew a place which specializes in extreme fetishes? Would you be curious? Offended? Would you warn me about the moral ramifications of even being aware of such debauchery? Would you wanna visit it with me? These are the responses I would expect of the initial question. Usually though, the response is, “Which fetishes?”

The interest obvious on their faces as I describe the completely true, twisted, and fucked up sexual escapades that I’ve personally witnessed. What’s more disturbing is that I know of at least one of these houses in each state of what used to be the good ol’ US of A.

Reopening Old Wounds (part two) [Betrayal] [Cheating] [Drug Use] [vaginal] [anal] [multiple separate men]

Grady sat beside me and rubbed my back as I cried. I wasn’t a bold person, so why I decided to be bold right then, I didn’t know. He sighed and I looked over at him, my eyes red and cheeks wet with tears, “You were wrong,” I said.

“No, I wasn’t. He just can’t bring himself to admit it yet,” he said quietly to me.

He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my shoulder, “I’m sorry I kissed you,” he said, “I thought it would push him to react.”

“I think I want to go for a walk,” I said softly.

“Alright, let’s get dressed and I’ll go with you,” he offered.

I shook my head, “I want to be by myself.”

He grabbed my wrist and turned it over to show the underside of my forearm, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea right now,” he’d noticed the scar that Brendan hadn’t yet.

I pulled my arm back from him and crossed it over my stomach, “That was a long time ago,” I said.

“When he broke things off with you?” He asked.

Reopening Old Wounds (part one) [No Sex – setting up the characters]

I made it through the flight, which was one of my worst fears, and called my husband to let him know I arrived safely. But arriving in a brand new country alone was a little overwhelming for me. I went to my hotel and changed out of my shabby travel clothes and into something more appropriate for meeting a friend I’ve known for over a decade.

I had two outfits to choose from for our initial meeting and I ended up choosing the distressed red denim skirt, a sleeveless black shirt with strategic slashes down the back, going just about from the neck to my waist, and more slashes along the neck, down to about where my boobs were, with a graphic of Freddy Krueger’s glove coming up from the bottom hem with blood splatters all over it, a pair of black thigh high stockings, boots, and a white button up top, which wasn’t buttoned but tied at the front. I did my makeup and hair, ensuring my long, blood red curls with black roots were all in their appropriate places and not a wild mane like it normally was, and topped the look off with a dusty old brown fedora.

Perfect Presents (part six-the end) [Sleeping] [Group interaction]

It’s been a year since we threatened my father. Rachel and Kerri are still sharing a bed with me and Lauren, which means I often wake up with at least one hand gripping a soft female body and often that hand is tangled up in her hair as she opts to wake me up with her mouth. This morning it was Kerri’s hair my hand tightened in. She’s gotten good at manipulating her soft palette to take my dick into her throat.

I gathered her hair in my hand and lifted my hips as I held her down on me, “Fuck, baby,” I moaned as she smiled and moved her lips a little faster up and down my shaft. Lauren woke up and saw Kerri bent over me as I thrust my hips up into her mouth. Lauren moved down between my legs and started pulling my balls into her mouth, her hands gripped my thighs. I was trying to hold back, but Lauren tapped Kerri’s shoulder and she lifted herself from my cock and turned to her mother.

Perfect Presents (part five) [Blackmail] [age difference] [recording] [slight femdom]

When the four of us arrived at dinner, I took my dad aside to see if we could discuss this like civilized men without fucking over my wife,daughter, or sister, or needing to resort to blackmailing him with worse information than he was trying to blackmail Lauren with. The girls all went to help the housekeeper set up dinner, it made the poor woman nervous to have help but Lauren and Kerri both loved setting up dinners and Rachel was coming around to their way of thinking more than my father’s or her mother’s way of thinking.

We sat in his study and I didn’t mince words, “What made you think I only married Lauren out of pity for her situation?” I asked.

“I ran a DNA test on the girl. It didn’t sit right with me that she didn’t look anything like you,” he said, “I found out about the abortion and your volunteer work after I did some digging to see how you two even crossed paths. You were well on your way to an amazing life of mindless luxury and you just threw it away because you felt bad for a whore.”

Perfect Presents (part four) [Blackmail mention] [husband/wife sex] [fingering] [oral] [group interaction]

My dreams were plagued with the way Lauren said what she did. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something going on that I didn’t know about. Something that set this particular birthday rendezvous in motion. I slept fitfully. To be honest, I probably would have been better off forgoing sleep altogether.

I did wake up off and on and would see the three girls sitting on the other bed. They were mostly talking to each other, but I don’t know what about. Mostly, though, I didn’t care to know, they were happy, smiling and I could fall back to sleep blissfully only to have my nightmares about what my wife had said echo on repeat for a few more hours.

When I finally woke up, the girls were asleep and Lauren was in the bed with me, stroking my side as I turned over to face her. Her smile was sullen and I was shaken, “Why did it sound like you were making plans to not be here for Kerri?” I asked. It was a more blunt approach than I was used to, but I needed honesty, not nuance.

Perfect Presents (part three) [Semi-public] [Stranger] [Anal] [Vaginal] [Oral] [Fingering] [Showing off] [Incest-secrets]

Lauren was hesitant to go to the bathroom with me, but I gently persuaded her. When I closed the bathroom door I looked to the attendant and he held up a finger, one minute. Someone else must be in here. I pulled my wife into the same stall I’d fucked Rachel in and started kissing her. A toiled flushed, hands were washed and the door closed with the attendant thanking the person, undoubtedly for a tip he’d just received. I opened the stall door and pulled my wife back out into the main area while the old man locked the bathroom door.

I unzipped my wife’s dress and pulled it off of her, the attendant pulled out a hanger and gently straightened and hung the dress on a hook on the back of the door. He simply watched as I rubbed my wife’s panties into her cunt, soaking up all of juices she had flowing.

I kissed the side of her neck and whispered, “Was Kerri fingering you under the table too?”

Perfect Presents (part two) [Incest-brother/sister, father/daughter/ aunt/niece mother/daughter] [oral] [fingering] [public] [date night with three women] [voyeur/exhibitionism] [creampie] [prolonged genital teasing in public/at dinner]

[part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/if0lp4/perfect_presents_mfff_oral_genital_inspection/)

I climbed out of bed carefully, both girls were still asleep. They behaved more like sisters than aunt and niece as my daughter, Kerri and sister, Rachel were only a few years apart in age. They instinctively moved to the center of the bed and cuddled one another, my sister’s hand rested on my daughters hip and my daughter’s head lay on my sister’s shoulder. I had plans for them today.

But first I took a shower and went downstairs to make my girls breakfast. Lauren, my wife, would be gone well into the evening hours as she always made spa plans for herself the day after my birthday to give me extra time alone with my presents. I usually just spent those hours fucking my birthday girl or letting her suck me off, but this wasn’t like most other birthdays. These girls were more to me than a tight body to fuck and enjoy.

Strangers on a Train (part six-the end) [Roleplay] [Light Binding] [Dubious Consent] [Anal] [Exhaustion] [Multiple Orgasms] [Creampie] [Forced Watching]

I leaned forward with my hands between Mitchell’s bound legs. His hands were bound to the backs of my knees, which were on either side of Mitchell’s head. William tipped my head up to him as he stood at the end of the table, “Don’t be scared, Evelyn. There’s no shame in letting us please your body over and over again. The only shame here will be your father’s reactions to your body quivering in our grip and whether he can resist the urge to suck our cum from his little girl’s needy cunt or not.”

He reached under me and guided me up into a kneeling position, unfastening my bra then pulling it off of my arms. He admired my tits, cupping the lower swell and rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I looked at him and he smiled then leaned forward and sucked gently on my nipple. I tried to cover my breasts and he pushed my hands away and pulled me closer to him, “Modesty doesn’t suit a body like yours, Evelyn,” William said, a big smile on his face as I scowled.

Strangers on a Train (part five) [No sex] [Setting up the ending]

Mitchell came by my house early to deliver the dress and underclothes I was to wear to the party. The dress was an elegant pink, off the shoulder, princess cut and perfectly tailored bodice and a floor length pleated skirt with two slits going directly down from my hipbones. The slits were hidden beneath ample fabric in the skirt and were only visible when I walked and when I sat down.

Beneath my dress was a strapless pink lace longline bra, white garter belt with pink ribbons, pink lace boyshort panties and white thigh highs with pink ribbons at the tops. My shoes were obnoxiously high pink stilettos in the same fabric as the dress with a rose gold vine trailing up the heel. He put similar jewelry on me, a dainty rose gold bangle and necklace and diamond and rose gold earrings.

Mitchell hired a makeup artist and hair stylist. The makeup artist dolled me up in a an almost innocent pink toned look, but false lashes and a dusky smoked out rose shadow and pouty rose lip kept it sultry. The hairstylist did a loose braid around the crown of my head leading back into a thick, curly bun with perfectly messy curls pulled free to create an eye catching line highlighting my dainty neck.