Something New

Here’s a story inspired by u/throwitawaynow0002. Hope everyone likes it!!
It all started with wanting a little more adventure in my life. Well, really it probably started earlier, with the development of various kinks and things, but the predicament I find myself in can easily be traced back a couple of weeks. I had finally built up enough nerve to scratch something off my “fucket-list” – think bucket list, only sex themed (if that wasn’t clear enough). Scratching several things off all at once, actually.
Bondage
Gangbang 
On camera!!

The opportunity came up from a friend of a friend online, not really a reliable way to get started, but I was capable of vetting people out. It seemed legit enough, and they were ecstatic when I applied. Said I was everything they were looking for; curvy, busty, flirtatious without being too sultry, someone who’s darker side was aching to get out. We set up the time and place to get started, and that was _mostly_ that. And, it was just in time for my birthday, how perfect is that?!

Critical Fail (or Success), pt 3

There are few crises worthy of such a gathering. Only two situations in our order’s impressive history have brought such talent together. To hold myself and my comrades in high regard may tread the dangerous line of _pride_, but only a fool would consider us less than legendary. My group alone consisted of one of the world’s most powerful white witches (many still question the order’s decision to allow her in), a mechanical warrior with strength and talents honed over centuries, and myself. Potentially the greatest paladin warrior to ever walk these lands. Now, answering this most noble call, I may solidify my place in history. 

Our mission sounds simple enough. Some succubus or another has been wreaking havoc along the countryside. We’ve handled a few of these lusty beasts before, but this one was concerning to our wizened leaders. She’s left devastation in her wake, and even somehow earned a devout following? Puzzling, to be sure, they’re usually more along the lines of mindless slaves to their urges. Such has been my experience, at least. We accepted the mission, along with no fewer than seven other capable parties. This demon will be reduced to ash within a fortnight. 

Sticky Situation

Maybe climbing into my cauldron wasn’t the best idea. I’d crafted a peculiar brew with the intention of spawning something to help… send me over the edge? Reach my destination? Arrive? Ok, cum. I wanted something to help me cum. And no typical, half assed orgasm, either. I wanted full on, eye rolling, toe curling, mind shattering, world altering climax. The kind of which keeps you from walking for days!

What I got was a series of disappointments. Some noxious bubbles, a random cock manifesting here and there, an eager tongue bursting free (those last two may have been used, not gonna lie), but nothing close to what I was after. Until…

One of my coven girlfriends passed me a vial and a book. Blue liquid sloshed inside, nothing out of the ordinary so far. Our group has been known to pass potions and incantations every now and then. But she told me this would be all I was searching for, and _more_. She showed me a list of ingredients on a specific page, a coy smile, and a wish of luck before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Always one for the dramatic departures.

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Critical Fail (or Success) pt 2

The walk to the nearby village was long. My widened hips swayed with each step, and my desires grew to unbearable levels. I kept looking down at my transformed body, getting more aroused at the sight of my own nakedness. The ornate crystals decorating my body sparkled in the sun, my darkened pink skin shimmering as though it were covered in millions of tiny diamonds. I found that keeping my hands off myself was difficult, not that I was exactly trying. While not looking at my beautiful hands, they took turns groping my melon sized breasts, or exploring the rest of my chiseled form. My fingers kept glancing across my needy clit, juices slick on my inner thighs as it leaked from me.

I came across a small farmhouse outside of town. A young man was tending to some cows, the first sign of life I’d registered in the endless walk. He looked up at me as I neared, his eyes bulging in surprise. “Gods, _what are you_?” he exclaimed. The fear in his voice was intoxicating, almost as much as the scent of his virility. I took a deep breath, relishing the scent of his sex before exhaling with a quick moan.

Critical Fail (or Success?) [DnD][Fantasy][Magic][Transform][Oral]

I wield my vorpal sword in one hand,  sturdy shield in the other. The leather strap securing the shield to my arm grips my grieves tightly, plate mail holding strong through the battle. The mage I’d been called upon to vanquish is powerful, but nothing a practiced paladin such as myself can’t handle. I close the distance between us, blocking a colorful variety of spells cast against me, each one deflecting harmlessly off my shield. Until…

A loud ‘crack’ rings out, my arm bucking painfully into my chest as my shield breaks apart. Electricity arcs between the shattered fragments as they fall away, and I roll to the side in an attempt to dodge another bit of magic. Fortunately a large rock stands nearby, providing plenty of cover, and just enough time for me to devise a plan. I heal myself with a touch, utter a prayer to my benevolent god, and dive around the boulder sword at the ready! But, nothing is there?

Promotion, pt. 3 [Age Gap][Mf][Creampie][Oral][Pregnancy Risk][Babysitter][Cheating]

Despite his tough talk of a “long night,” Mr. Davis – Grant – and I were both exhausted after sharing a pizza. We cuddled up together in the bed, nothing but a cozy comforter covering our naked bodies. More importantly, nothing separating each other as we rested together, his bare flesh under my arm as I laid a hand on his chest. I listened to his heartbeat as he drifted to sleep, his efforts temporarily interrupted by my fingers sliding down to his half flaccid manhood. We fell asleep together, both undoubtedly excited for the promise of tomorrow. 

My dreams were almost as wonderful as my busy day. I was laying blindfolded on the bed, legs stretched wide while unseen hands held my wrists and feet. Lips pressed against mine as my tongue swirled around the one dancing into my mouth. Fingers tickled down my sides and across my stomach, while more hands groped at my breasts. My aching pussy tingled, wordlessly pleading for attention as my arousal grew exponentially. Another set of lips kissed at my neck, trailing down over my chest. They closed over each nipple, nibbling at one before suckling the other. 

Promotion, pt. 2 [Age Gap][Pregnancy Risk][Oral][Creampie][Swallow][Cheating]

I groaned my satisfaction as I came inside Stephanie again. Her young pussy was still constricting around my pulsing cock as her own orgasm raged, asshole throbbing between her firm cheeks rhythmically. I began pulling out slowly once the pulsating along my cock slowed to twitches, letting her tight muscles drain the last few drops out of me. No semen escaped her pink folds after my cock fell away, her ass sliding down towards the bed as her legs fell away underneath. I smiled as I drank in the sight before me; sexy, barely 20 year old girl next door type, naked on the sheets. Her round, peach shaped ass slightly elevated over parted legs. Thick thighs slick in the wet remains of her pleasure, pleasure I had just given. Smooth, fair skin, glistening in the light. Pretty blonde hair sticking to her face and back while she sleeps with a wide smile on her stunning face. 

Promotion [MF][Age Gap][Babysitter][Creampie][Oral][Risky][Cheating]

I couldn’t believe it. How could he not even _try_ to take advantage of me? I’d given every signal and hint; laughing at all of his stupid jokes (even the ones that weren’t funny), I’d toyed with my hair, slid my hand down his arm, tons of eye contact. Thought my attire alone would have screamed _”fuck me”_ all on their own, but no. Even when we were alone, Mr. Davis driving me home after babysitting his two kids, nothing. I could tell he wanted to have his way with me. His sparkling blue eyes screamed the passion he dared not speak in front of his wife. So, why does he never speak up while we’re alone?

My eyes searched his face for some clue. Something I missed, maybe I’d been misreading? But even in the darkened setting of a late night drive back to my house, the sexual tension was heavy in the air. Just a few more blocks for him to speak up, reach out, pour his heart out to me. Or, at least pull over, tear my skin tight skirt away and pound me in the back seat. I caught him glancing over at me as we turned onto my street. His eyes flashed to my tube top, the thin fabric doing absolutely nothing to conceal my hard nipples underneath the exposed cleavage. I was tempted to pull the top down, bare my tan, firm c-cups in his car. That would surely be enough to send him over the edge.

One Girl’s Hell, pt 4

I fell through the opening on the table with a gasp. The faint light from the room fading from view as countless glowing, purple tentacles swarmed around me. I tumbled through them, their wriggling lengths unable to coil around my cum-slicked body. Deeper and deeper into their domain I fell, but it didn’t feel as though I was falling. Just further into the never-ending.

Glowing tentacles were everywhere, always reaching out from all sides. It was like uncontrollably flying through a cavern, one with trembling walls, stalagmites, stalactites, columns and tunnels completely covered in tentacles and tendrils. I crashed into the writhing masses, bouncing from their surface before continuing on. Each slimy tentacle left some sort of residue on me as it slipped away, and the blue semen left by the succubus was quickly smeared away. The tentacles steadily became more successful at their attempts to wrangle me as their own violet viscous material replaced the blue.

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One Girl’s Hell, pt 3

How many times have I done this? The thought occurs as the red haired girl leads me back into the hallway. All the déjà vu has caught up with me over the last dozenish experiences, but how many times has she led me through our doomed escape, and subsequent beastial fate? Every time we get to the same room, apprehended by the succubi, chased by demon dogs or werewolves or whatever they’re called, who then ravage us both. They flood our insides with their scalding cum, then toss her into a pit. I’m always left on an elevated platform with both succubi driving me into the absolute bliss of orgasm, only to be shaken awake by the same red haired bitch, with the building climax flicking away the instant my eyes open. Worst of all? Even though I know what’s going to happen, I still follow. We still make the same mistakes, suffer the same fate, and then start it all over again. It’s maddening, especially since they won’t let me just have that last, powerful orgasm!!