[FM] Milf’s erotic roleplay as a schoolgirl slut who really needs better grades.

I’m nervous as I check into the hotel. It’s not the chastity belt denying me access to my needy pussy that is doing it. Nor the Hush vibrator that occasionally buzzes in my ass, reminding me to be a good girl at all times. It’s not any of those things because I am used to that. Well, mostly anyway. I’ve been property for nearly a year now.

Even after all this time, I know I am drawing stares. I’m sure they can smell my arousal. See my rock-hard nipples. They know that I am a slut. Gawd, shame and arousal war within me. It probably doesn’t help that I am wearing my daughter’s school uniform. Yeah… and the little tramp must have made some modifications to it because I swear the skirt is supposed to be longer than this.

My hair is up in pigtails and I’ve got the top three buttons undone. A fact the lady at the check-in desk notes with some disapproval… I wonder what she would look like spanking me. Probably damn good. Focus girl. I take the lollipop out of my mouth and ask for directions to room 114. Good god, this is humiliating. And having me dress like this, ordering it, a grown woman.

[MM] My boyfriend is his roommates sidepiece. (Oblivious girlfriend perspective) Part 2

Whilst I get the food from the delivery man, I can hear the sounds of movement in the background and I smile expecting the table to be getting sorted. That was my first mistake of the evening. I was hoping for a nice Chinese takeaway with my boyfriend but of course, Darian wasn’t going anywhere.

I give him a glare and a gesture to get out but he just shrugs it off. It is his house I suppose, well it is my boyfriend’s actually but he is living there so kicking him out would be rude. But still, this is supposed to be a date. I grumble internally before stopping as I look at the table. It’s this tiny thing only suitable for two people.

“What happened to the larger table you used to have?” I ask and Sam jumps in to explain how they hardly ever have people over and when a family was asking for help at the church they donated it. My heart melts. He is such a sweetie.

That’s when Darian takes one of the seats at the two-person table and I realise the predicament. My Sammy isn’t feeling good so I cannot sit on his lap and I don’t think he can sit on mine.

[MM] My boyfriend is his roommates sidepiece. (Oblivious girlfriend perspective)

I knock on the door to my boyfriend’s room excited for our date. It’s our one year anniversary. We don’t live together of course. My parents would never allow that, not before we are married any way. But we still get to go out and do things and he is such a good Christian.

The door opens and it’s not my boyfriend but his roommate Darian. I look up at him. He’s tall with ebony skin and absolutely chiselled muscles. “Heh, the girlfriends here. You look fine girl.” He rumbles in that low voice and I stammer. “Y-you shouldn’t say such things.”

There. That told him. Besides Darian is a prat. Always having ladies over. I know he has even taken drugs in the past which is just so wrong. It’s how he ended up being my boyfriend’s roommate. Oh my Sam is so very sweet to take this struggling young man in. To give him a second chance at life.

I move past him and I can feel his gaze on my body. Redemption can not come soon enough for that man. I steel myself anyway and walk in with my head held high.

[FFM] My brothers genius tech. (Mind control, incest)

(All characters are 18+)

My brother is a genius. His tech is literally going to change the world. I mean, it already has in a way. Everyone is using his VR headsets and he’s a millionaire several times over. Me, well I didn’t get his smarts that’s for sure. That’s why I’m crashing at his house after my asshole boyfriend cheated on me.

I’m not there all the time of course. A girls has got to get away from it all. Especially [Emma](https://postimg.cc/JGzJMnrk). My brother’s latest girlfriend. He gets through them so fast, each one only lasting a month or so. This one’s just like all the rest, starting off so sweet and naive and then revealing her true colours as an easy slut.

I don’t know how he does it. He simply has the worst luck. Like tonight I know he’s off to visit a farm that he goes to ‘get away from it all’. His girlfriend is at home. I know cause I can hear her moaning when I sneak back into the house.

“Oh fuck. Oh master yes. Breed me. Make me your bitch.”

Please Son, I want you to cast Imperio on me. [Mf, Mind control, Incest] Part 1

(Everyone is 18+)

The voice, her Son’s voice, whispered in her mind. Spread your ass. She did, eagerly, pink manicured nails pulling open her most private of places. Her own Son, tall and beautiful, watched her. He was amused at something but her attention was pulled to his cock. Big and hard and covered in her saliva. It was going to make her feel soo fucking good.

–+–
2 weeks earlier.
–+–

He raised his wand, pointed it at her, and said, “Imperio!”

It was the most wonderful feeling. She felt a floating sensation as every thought and worry in her head was wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. She stood there feeling immensely relaxed, only dimly aware of being watched.

And then she heard her Son’s voice, echoing in some distant chamber of her empty brain:
Tell me why you wanted this…

She opened her mouth obediently, preparing to talk.

Tell me why you wanted this…

Why though? Why should she explain her secret shame to her son. She didn’t want to do that, even if her traitorous pussy juiced at the thought.

[FM] I need you to goon for me again, Daddy! (Part2)

Everyone is 18+

[Part1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/opw00g/fm_daddy_i_need_you_to_goon_for_me_again)

With the intelligence of 7 men empowering my intellect, the test was easy. Everything was easy. It was so simple to look at what was happening and decide what was needed to improve it. I wrote down as much as I could. Scribbling frantically on notebooks, text books. Whatever was available.

Then I felt one of the connections break. It was like being kicked in the brain. I hated moments like these. I skimmed over the notes I had written and they made less sense now. It wasn’t as clear.

The day was finished and the campus closed but I didn’t stop. My hand cramped but I kept translating my work. Each time a connection snapped, I had to start all over again.

It was probably a good thing. A plan that I knew was clever but being slowly broken down into smaller and smaller steps that even my unenhanced mind should be able to follow.

–+–

“Hi Daddy.” I smile at him. He always gets guilty when he has spent the day like this but that’s fine. I know how to bring him back to that state.

[FM] Daddy, I need you to goon for me again!

(Everyone is 18+)

It’s a little bit of family magic. My mother showed me as much as she could before she passed away. Those were dark days. Days we both try not to think of but the shadow it cast on our lives was huge. That’s why I’m studying in my home town rather than a more illustrious university. We look after each other.

Case in point, the current conversation. I’ve got a huge test today and I know how to boost my intelligence. I study his face across the table as he mechanically eats his breakfast. “Daddy, I need you to goon for me again.”

He looks… Excited, dismayed, guilty, enraptured then guilty again. I know he doesn’t have work today. Doesn’t have a clean excuse. Eventually he nods as I hoped he would. As he has every time in the past. I lean over and press my forehead against his. Whisper the words of power. The room seems to dim and I swear I can hear thirsting gods laugh before I feel the connection.

[FFM] Inviting a man into our minds… Then our bed.

As we take turns with his beautiful cock in our mouths, I have to pause and wonder how we got here.

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It was the therapist, that’s where it really started. Argument after argument after argument. Our partnership falling to pieces and yet both of us clutching to it no matter how much it hurt. It was natural to seek therapy after that.

I watch as he holds her down. The frantic gulping of cum. The moans of pleasure as he uses my soul mate as a cum dump. Fuck I’m jealous. I can feel the surge of arousal. I know it won’t take much to push me over the edge. All I can do though is drool past the gag and hope that he fucks me.

The first session was good. Better than I had expected to be honest. We even held hands. It was a comfort thing. I was certainly nervous and I think she was too. His voice was soft, melodic. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a voice that I could just listen to before. I think we would have paid for a second session just for that. The time flew by. I couldn’t even tell you everything we said. That night though, wow. We reconnected and it was almost spiritual. Kisses and soft caresses and I remembered just how much she meant to me. As she lowers her mouth to my sex, I cry out. Rapture. That’s the word that describes it.