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Siinful Desires Part 2 [MMF Threesome, Cheating]

It felt a little weird, being back home again with the boyfriend. Things seemingly had fallen back into the usual routine. Not that the usual routine was best. But it was… familiar. You’d fuck, and you’d fight, and forgive, and fuck. Over and over again like clockwork. Of course, things were a little different now.

After all, it was only a week ago that you’d foolishly invited me over for a “post-work lap dance”. Once thing had led to another and you couldn’t help yourself from surrendering your pussy to me, physically, verbally, mentally, emotionally. After that night I had used you like a fuck toy for days on end until word arrived from your boyfriend that he’d be returning home.

You wondered how many cream pies I must have given you in that time. How many times my bare cock had exploded inside you. How many times I had completely flooded you. How many times you’d begged for me to slide inside and re-affirm my ownership of your pussy. Your mouth. Even your ass. Your whole body had belonged to me by the end of it. Dozens of times at least. Enough to have easily impregnated you if you weren’t on birth control. Read more »

[M/F] Siinful Desires (Dom/Sub, Cheating, Creampie)

It had been 2 weeks now since your boyfriend had to leave home to visit family. The house felt empty, and you were beginning to find yourself more and more frustrated at even minor annoyances, no doubt caused by the lack of any good fuck in so long.

What’s worse, you found yourself behaving worse and worse every day at work. Being a stripper, it wasn’t exactly unusual for you to get a little too into a lap-dance and walk way a smidgeon _too_ hot and bothered than you’d prefer as a taken girl. But now you found yourself desperately yearning to grind against their laps, pressing your barely panty clad ass deep against the bulges in their laps to the point of making yourself wet. Well, _wetter than usual_ anyway. And when they _flirted_, oh, it was quite over for you behaving like any kind of reasonable “good girl” at that point. They’d tell you how naughty you were and you’d present your ass proudly for them to roughly spank in response.

But aside from being a little less chaste in your work, you hadn’t quite _slipped up_ yet. Read more »

“A Dick Appointment” [M/F] – [CNC] – [Breeding]

It had been awhile, but we had finally each gotten some time to catch up and see one another after only interspersed texts for a few weeks. We sat in the small booth of the coffee shop catching up on what we’d been up to since we last saw one another. You weren’t dressed up to anything fancy, just light make-up and a well-fitting casual dress that accentuated your picturesque curves and showcased your tattoos.

“…I still owe him a dick appointment,” you were saying. “We hooked up once a year or so ago, and have been meaning to again sometime, but I haven’t had the libido lately,” you continued.

I was a little miffed at that. After all, when we had first met, we had a deep sexual interest in one another. I still remembered some of the first texts we had exchanged, where you’d said things to me like “I’ll be a good slut for you, sir. I want you to take what you want from me.” I’d tell you all about how I’d pin you down and hold your throat and fuck you bare until I bred you, and you’d tell me how wet you’d get from me looking over your gonewild posts and fantasizing about us fucking. Read more »

Reluctance [MF] [RapeKink/CNC]

This story is a work of fiction. It contains some topics that may be triggering to some. Read at your own risk.

Tags: *Rape Kink*, *Consensual Non-Consent*, *Forced Impregnation*

It was the end of another very long day for you. A long day of work with errands and family and everything else in your life that you had to do before suddenly you were back home again, with little time to eat (or do much else) before you would find yourself slipping under the covers, dreading the coming of tomorrow. It had been a long while since you’d done much else in your bed than sleep, and lately you found even sleeping to be a terrible rare event. With how little time you had, sex was hardly something that crossed your mind. Sometimes sure, a craving for it would kick in, but usually at a time you couldn’t do anything about it. And it wouldn’t matter if there _was_ something you can do, because you didn’t have the energy to do much about it anyway. And it would be too much work to find someone to help anyway. You’d have to spend time with them, reply to texts, be emotionally available. _No_. No time for that. No energy for that. Hardly worth the effort as much as the idea might sound nice. Read more »

A boss, his secretary, and a colleague [MFM]

“Can I get you anything else, sir?” you ask politely, with just the faintest undertones of husk in your voice. It had been 3 weeks now since you took up the job as my part-time secretary, hoping to supplement your income a bit after your other job had gone a little dry. We’d been fucking for twice as long, but of course, no one at the office had any inkling of that, at least insofar as anyone had been brave enough to voice aloud.

“No, I think I’m good for now,” I reply, barely seeing you from above the tops of my screens. I had a rather nice office. On the fifth floor, desk to the entrance of the room, with the view of mountains behind me from the panes of ground-to-ceiling glass. Dismissed, you shuffle out the door and back to your desk just outside my door. Read more »

Saw you at the club. [M/F]

This story is a work of fiction.

It hadn’t been a very interesting night so far, after what was already a slog of a day at a job with few customers, and you weren’t in much hurry to think that was going to be changing any time soon. But far too much time had expired since since you last frequented your favorite club. *So Why not?* you think as you don your small black thong and sheer red top.

Throwing on some additional cover clothes for the trip there, you finish applying your makeup and head out the door into the cold, and soon enough you’re walking through the door of the almost cavernous warehouse like club. Waving to a familiar face or two, you make your way to the bathroom to shed your extra layers into something a little more sexy, before finding your way to the dance floor. Your body tremors with the blasts and beats of the music that’s thumping through the place as you stride though the hall, up the stairs, and into a large cage by the edge of the stage. Slipping through the obviously too large of gaps in your too little jail cell, you fling off your robe and begin to bounce and dance to the low bass emanating through your body and the hall. Read more »

Escort Roleplay [MF]

It’s a cold saturday night as you sit down to dinner with your husband. Medium rare steaks, asparagus, garlic bread; you’ve been slaving for a good two hours to put this meal together for your date night.

Just as you sit down to eat and toast him with your full glass of wine, you hear the distinctive chirp of your phone in the next room…

Smiling nervously, you take a gulp of your glass, “I’d better see who that is…”

Walking quickly to the next room, you bury your hand into your purse, searching desperately for the source of the chirp. Pulling it out and unlocking it, your eyes glaze over as you read the text displayed on the screen. A text from sir…

“You’re going to be my little hooker tonight. The Hyatt Place Hotel. Room 302. In 45 minutes. Don’t be late, and don’t forget to look the part, whore.” Your heart-beat flutters in your chest, and you feel your panties dampen. Walking back into the dining room, you announce with nonchalance “Sorry honey, you can have mine. I have a… client… to see.” Without even awaiting an answer, you spin on your heel and make for your closet. “What will impress Sir the most?” you wonder aloud. Read more »

A stupid slut challenge [MF]

This story is a work of fiction, and dedicated to a very sexy redditor who knows who she is.

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Sleepily, you stirred from your ever so comfortable bed at your usual waking time of 1:00pm to the familiar buzzing of your phone in the nightstand beside you.

Groaning from the long night and the unfortunate timing of your phone, you roll and thrash about your bed, struggling to find a new comfortable position in which to fall back asleep, as yet another buzz emanates from the black rectangular box you once loved and have learned to loathe.

Unable to continue ignoring it, you sigh as you roll back toward the nightstand, swiping from the nightstand as you try to make out the screen.

“Good morning, baby girl” the first text reads, followed by a second. “You’re familiar with /r/stupidslusclub right? Ever done one of the challenges?”

Hazily, while still collecting your morning thoughts, you respond back. “No, although I’ve thought about it. I don’t think most of those stories are really real, but it’s hot to read about.” Read more »