Blissful Boy Owned Bitch: Day at the Theme Park! Chapter One

Susan was blessed with natural curves, a soft femininity that had ripened with age. And just a bit overweight, but it fit her frame perfectly. Plump in a way that screamed to be grabbed and groped. And it had been getting quite a bit of that recently.

She’d always been the shy conservative type. But not anymore! She stood in a crowd wearing an outfit she never imagined. For one it barely fits. Each piece of cloth is one, maybe two sizes too small. She’d been receiving a steady stream of glares from women, and nonstop shock and lust from men. Because the tight blue dress she wore was something more befitting a stripper. Not a curvy middle aged mother of three.

Pendulous breasts perpetually on the verge of popping free. The edges of her skirt constantly riding up on her thick thighs, forcing her to make painfully small and careful steps. Which were further agonized due to the towering pumps she was walking in. Her feet would be aching later.

An evening come in the park

The damp pavement glistens in the suns waning light, and a north wind toys with fallen leaves. The entire world is a melding of ochre, rust, and sienna. The air smells of cold, nutmeg, and damp earth. An after dinner stroll has us passing through a wooded park, picture perfect in its autumn splendor. None of the magic around me is of interest though, all of my attention is fine tuned to the body pressed against mine.

Persistent hands are wandering beneath my coat and sweater, teasing. Lips can’t make up their mind, moving from my mouth and down my neck, then back up again, leaving a trail of of tingles. You pause , both of our breathing heavy, and rest your forehead against mine. Suddenly, you break away. You grab my hand, lock me in a steely gaze filled with heat, and then without a word take off towards a dense stand of trees.

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[M4F] blood, sex, and blowjobs

Met this girl back in the day. Super chill, great convo, no red flags — we went out a couple of times before hooking up and the sex was great, with a slight tinge of kink — she liked gentle slaps on her breasts and dirtier talk than I was used to at that point — but on the whole, after a consistent week dates things were as normal as normal gets.

It wasn’t until much later that I realized she was anything but…

So how this happened was sort of a weird domino effect. There I was one day, drifting in and out of sleep while she sat on my butt and massaged my back… from what I remembered there was music playing, something relaxing and enya-esque… and then suddenly *wham!* I was snapped back into reality by a sharp piercing pain on my back. I still remember that the haze of sleep and confusion caused me to take a second to realize that she bitten me.

Hard.

Both the shock and confusion had forced me to jolt up and involuntarily sent her falling onto the ground. My face a mixture of surprise and pain.

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Dakota’s Path of Destruction: Part II (NXT Smut, Dakota Kai x Scarlett Bordeaux)

It had been one year. One year since Dakota Kai made her presence truly felt in NXT with her promo that changed the landscape of the black and gold brand forever. Gone was the TV-PG rating, and ushered in its place came a hard TV-MA rating for WWE’s third brand. After she had stripped herself down barren in the middle of the ring, berating the company for telling her what to wear and how to act, ratings shot up for NXT immensely, so much so that the newly-formed All Elite Wrestling was forced to move nights as they could not come anywhere close to the millions of viewers that tuned in weekly to see the edgiest wrestling in North America.Dakota’s promo cut a tear in the entire show, forcing them to adapt to please this newfound audience, having the girls all now wrestling fully nude or in the sluttiest outfits imaginable, they were no longer bound to just calling each other “bitches” to sound edgy during their promos, now being encouraged to get as boisterous and wild as they could get, and while the men also saw changes, in that blood was featured heavily, stories came across more mature, and there was similarly no more language roadblock placed for them, NXT’s strong suit continued to be its women’s division. People tuned in to see the likes of Dakota Kai, Rhea Ripley, Aliyah, Vanessa Borne, and Chelsea Green all wrestle each other totally naked, and the girls were still putting on bangers of matches. That is, most of them… Dakota unfortunately got injured during a match with Candice LeRae about a month after her turn of utter lust, and had been on the shelf since, but that was a little under a year ago, and now… now, Dakota Kai was making her first appearance backstage at an NXT show in months.

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Don’t Waste A Drop: The House of Happy Horny Hucows!

You could say its really more of a farm at this point. But it is a happy place. A home for special girls, and the only stud around that can keep up with them.

The day starts out early, and ends the same. Usually with at least one power nap in the middle to keep the guy from burning out. But its hard to really run out of energy with the kind of motivation he gets. What kind of motivation? Like when he wakes up in room four. Clarabelle’s room, he rarely falls asleep in his own. She’s one of the more experienced cows if not the oldest. She should have been happy draining him dry the evening before, but she’s a bit of a greedy bitch and knows how to wake him up.

Because the first thing he hears is the droning pump of automatic milkers, followed by slightly over dramatic moans. It does feel good having the suckers pull out milk from her overly full tits. The mounds hanging from her chest swollen to levels that would make Dolly Pardon look light. His eyes opened and he turned to take in the view.

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Just a little tidbit from Chapter 4 …. (don’t worry she’s legal … in the UK)

I grabbed her neck and lightly squeezed as my hand cupped her cunt. She looked at me with wide eyes as I took little mercy inserting 2fingers in her moist littl ecunt. She was tight, definitely not experienced, and I couldn’t wait to teach her how to submit.  I started banging her a bit, and then moved my hand from her neck to her jaw. I said “Open your mouth, Toni. I want to wrap your lips around my cock and suck me like you want to fuck me; I’m going to make you gag, but don’t worry, I won’t cum – yet” and like a good girl does, she swallows my cock. I open her legs wider and run my fingers, dripping wet, from her slut hole up and down her unused pussy lips. I let my finger move to her asshole and tease it; she pulls off my cock and says – “no, not the ass, that’s off limits ”. I grab the back of her head and put her mouth back on my cock – where it belongs, and dive my finger into her pussy and get it lubed, and hold her head on my cock as I slide my finger a knuckle length in her virgin asshole and do a flicking motion. Her eyes close, I can tell iut hurts, even though there is barely anything inside of her. I can feel her cunt juice streaming down my hands, her eys closed as I fuck her mouth.

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Forbidden Fruit [FF]

In a life of mundane rituals, even the smallest of events can brighten up your day. For me, that event was our weekly Church service. Having been married off at 18, I guess you could have considered me a “passive” girl. Scared to assert myself, I would prefer to go with the flow rather than rock the boat. And so I lived a life of quiet desperation. My only solace in life was the music and community I experienced at church every week. My husband was nice, but I didn’t have much feelings towards him. Every Wednesday we’d go through our typical sexual routine which lasted about 5 minutes. He’d insert his wee-wee into my lady parts, jiggle his willy and go to sleep soon after. “Is this what life was about?” I wondered as I softly cried myself to sleep. I was depressed and desperately figuring out a way to end it all. “Perhaps this is a test from God” I thought… patience will bring eternal happiness? As things got worse and worse, I’d pray harder and harder. Something… anything that would make me feel like life is worth living. Things were going downhill fast when out of nowhere, God… or perhaps the devil… gave me my most difficult test yet.

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Hannah’s Bimbo Space – Part 1

Hannah was nervous. She’d only experienced ‘bimbo training’ one on one, not with this eight people. Three men and five women were sitting around the living room; four of the women were submissive, one was not. All of them were gorgeous.

With full lips, round eyes, a petite girlish face, and long dark that spilled down over her voluptuous breasts, Hannah had never been short of male attention. Her social media was full of constant requests from men, begging for a chance to meet, or racy pictures. But as a rule she didn’t like the idea of meeting men from social media, especially not when her tastes were so… different.

She’d met Jake when browsing a website that she definitely shouldn’t have been. The kind of website that made her want to tilt her phone away from any prying eyes, or hurriedly close her laptop when she heard a knock at the door.

He’d written a post offering to train someone to become a bimbo, something that Hannah craved, but never talked about. As she read about his talk of reducing women down to sex objects, strict behaviour control, and releasing her ‘inner bimbo’, she couldn’t fight the burning feeling of intrigue.

Lusty Dreams

She awoke gently from her dream filled with sultry lust. Immediately noticing the need present between her milky white thighs, she shimmied gleefully out of her tight black shorts. Thoughts of him flooded her mind, tempting her to further address her starving slit. Her hand wondered skillfully to her wet, wanting warmth. It was graceful the way her hand danced upon her ready clit, as she thought of the way he kissed her. He was soft, yet full of passion. She could tell he wanted her as he took a break to bite playfully at her neck. All the while she let out wistful moans, giving away the extent of her flaming desire. He grabbed her throat with needing force, but without hurting her. Her blood was fully set alight as he deepened his kiss, whimsically playing with her tongue. Desire caught in her throat, wanting to let her hand find the hard length of him. Stopping herself disappointedly, she found only the pleasant taste of him on her tongue. She began to shutter and shake as the climax took her body hostage. Even though her primal need was well satisfied by her wise and nimble hands, she still felt the intense craving for him and his kiss. 

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Fuck Bench

We spent the day walking around the city. Streets and shops we’ve seen hundreds of times, but we’re together and I’m smiling like I always do with her.

Tonight I’m smiling for another reason. Once we are home and the front door closes I walk up to her, lean down and kiss her gently. I lean in to nuzzle her ear. My voice is barely audible. “Take off your shirt and pants, slut.”

I step back and put my hands in my pockets and look at her with an encouraging grin. My eyes looking her up and down. “Don’t just stand there. Start undressing, slut.”

I watch as you slowly remove your top. It amazes me that you are blushing. “I’ve seen your tits a thousand times. Why are you blushing? Now the pants.”

I stop to admire you standing in front of me in nothing but your collar. “Show Daddy inspection.” I see her trying to speak as she stands feet shoulder width apart and her hands behind her head. Finally I hear her say, “Yes, Daddy.”

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