How Things Change – Chapter 1 [Incest] [M/S] [M/F]

*This story is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+*

*It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. My goal with this story was to try and include some emotional conflict alongside the sexy stuff in an attempt to add a bit of realism (but not too much). I’ve also attempted a bit of organic build up. Any feedback regarding these points would be wonderful. That said, let’s get to the tale:*

The period following graduation is always a strange time. One quickly becomes accustomed to living away from home, and the freedom that comes with it. You can do what you want, eat what you want, go to sleep when you want. Moving away from all of that and back into your parent’s home can be jarring. Suddenly you find yourself in a position where you can be told what to do. This is exactly what happened to me, and I found the process incredibly frustrating.

Yet it is not this sudden loss of freedom that caused this time in my life to be so strange. Instead, it only acted as a catalyst. A catalyst that would bring me and my mother closer in new and unexpected ways.

Ribbons and Bows (part one)

The architecture was beautiful, all classy old world Victorian charms in ornately carved wood fixtures and moldings. The faint moonlight trickled through the window at the end of the hall and mixed eerily with the flickering yellow of the light just past the main entrance. The hair on the back of my neck rose and my stomach felt like it could flitter away, I felt as though I had just stepped onto the set of an old horror movie and Vincent Price could round the corner at any moment.

It never occurred to me. At least until I woke up in a house that was not my own. In a bed that was not familiar to me. In the arms of a man I barely knew, with my hair ribbon tied at my wrists in a pretty bow. That’s when I realized just how sexual those two things could be.

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Chapter 2 : being Amanda’s bitch

Being Amanda’s Bitch.
As I sat there, slumped back in the leather car seat, my body shuddering in post orgasm shudders, turning my head lazily to the right I noticed Amanda staring at me her head cocked to one side, a wicked smile playing across her lips.
“You’re not done already baby, are you?” Amanda’s velvety voice cut through the silence. Her golden hair falling in front of her face, I could just about make out that smile dancing across her lips, as she reached across and started to fondle my balls. They were still slick with my seamen and Amanda’s saliva.
“N…. Not done in the slightest “ I mumbled back. My body starting to twist and writhe under her grasp.
“That feels amazing!” I moaned.
As my cock began to rise, I leaned forward so my lips could meet Amanda’s, I slipped my tongue between hers, as our mouths came together in a flurry of passion, my hands were exploring Amanda’s body, I pulled her closer grabbing her by her ass, I began to make Amanda pur in pleasure as I began to kiss and nibble upon her long tanned neck. My hands were ripping her micro mini skirt open at it’s clasp before I pulled it down around her ankles and off, over her feet. I traced my fingers around the strong muscles of her thighs, my mouth kissing and nibbling further down Amanda’s body, paying extra special attention to her belly button and hips, drawing out my oral pathway was making Amanda hot as she moaned every time my lips hit skin. Amanda’s strong hand was rubbing my head, combing her fingers through my hair, she gently pressed my head down lower until the tip of her thick circumcised cock was pressing against my lips. As the warmth of my lips began to touch it, the head of her cock dribbled a little precum, just enough to lubricate my lips for the head of her big, thick, cock to slip between. With a flick of her hips Amanda pushed her swollen member deep inside my mouth, the head exploring, pushing down past my tongue, deep into my throat until Amanda’s smooth balls were resting upon my chin. Her finely manicured nails clasped tightly behind my head so she could start to throat fuck me. Slowly at first her she picked up an almost hypnotic rhythm to her movement’s, the speed picking up every time her cock hit the back of my neck.
“Oh baby.. Oh swallow my cock young man.” Amanda moaned her belly slapping against my face, her cock and thighs slick with my saliva, it felt incredible to be this goddess’s fuck toy.

A Confession

I was a very broken girl when you knew me. I wanted you because I didn’t have you. There really wasn’t ever anything special about you. You weren’t my soulmate or my true love. All of that was just empty words and bullshit to earn your trust.

What you were was unattainable. You could remain a fantasy, a what if. Safe from ever failing to live up to my expectations of what it would be like to fuck you. I genuinely think there are very few people who can actually handle me sexually at my heights, you’d have a better shot at keeping up during my lows.

You were not one of those that could get his hand in my hair and make me bend to your will fully. The kind of guy that could get his hand on my throat and pin me to the wall where my body was at his full mercy. But I liked to think about what if you could have been that man.

Sarah’s sex toy training – Part 3

He brought his hand down eight more times, not letting up in ferocity, the result leaving her wincing with pain. When it was done he stroked the smooth curve of her buttocks and gave a sigh of satisfaction.

“What do you say? And remember to use your sex toy voice. No need to be all serious.”

She closed her eyes and tried to speak in her best ‘sex toy voice’, but all that came out was a strangled utterance of ‘thank you’. She sounded more like a computer than a sex toy.

He sighed.

“Do you know your problem Sarah? You’re holding on too tight. And the longer you hold on, the more this is going to hurt. You need to just relax, and jump in.”

She nodded, understanding what he meant, but with no idea how to do it.

“Up,” He ordered.

She did as she was told, and stood in front of him awkwardly, unsure where to look, her previously pristine golden hair now a tousled mess, her buttocks stinging with pain, her eyes still wide in shock.

“Cover your hole sweetie. It’s not ladylike.”

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A Helping Hand PT.1

I have known Daisy since college, we were on the same course together, instantly becoming great friends after discovering having the same interests in gaming and movies. We had a great time hanging out together, although I had a crush on her nothing ever happened between us. Later on she met her BF Mark, after college she moved away to be closer to his family and they had a child together. Unfortunately for her it turned out Mark was a totally jerk, left her with a new born baby, and stuck in town away from her friends and family.

We managed to stay in touch and play online games when time permitted. During one of our gaming sessions I mentioned that it was getting to the end of the year, complaining I hadn’t taken any time off work that year as I never seem to find the time. She immediately replied that I should go visit her, I initially resisted because I didn’t want to burden her but she complained that with the holidays coming she had lots of work to do as well as DIY jobs around the house so if I babysat and do a few jobs it would really help her out. This was acceptable so booked a few weeks off work, packed a bag and drove up to her place.

Slutwifes’ Consummation

The newlyweds held hand in hand as they walked down the hallway on the top floor of the Hotel. Atlas decided months ago; without Peyton’s knowledge, how they would consummate their vows. His requests were simple when he confirmed their reservation. His devious thoughts ran rampant as he confirmed a top floor suite, away from any guests, with duel king-size beds. Peyton had no idea her first night with her husband would be the night she consummates her vows as the star cumdump. 

The two had met in a “Cuck” chat room in the underworld a few years back. Peyton’s post was simple and strait to the point, “Cuckoldress looking for a stag.” Atlas has always been a stag looking for his fuck-toy princess. He’s dominant, direct, calculated, and loves to share his pussy. She’s his good girl, his princess, his wife. They love their kink! He encourages her to be the slut she’s been needing to release. Usually, Atlas enjoys her used when he’s not around. He loves to hear all the details while he reclaims his princess when they cross paths again. This night was special, this night he needed to be with his wife.

When it starts getting hot

Hey Guys! First time writing anything… ever. Please excuse the typos and let me know if you guys would be interested in the next few parts.

“When it starts getting hot.”

Summer again. I hate it, I think it myself. “Every fucking year” I muttered, I hated how hot and sticky the summer got, the humidity was brutal. Coming from the Middle East has its perks, but the heat was definitely not one of them.

Gavelstock Manor

Their caravan had split from the main highway 45 minutes ago, and each new road had less pavement and more rocks. They had slowed to a crawl, but were still making good time – they’d make it to the rental before the sun was down, and would be able to enjoy a swim at the lake. Xtel was in the back of a six seater van with a man she didn’t really know other than it was, in fact, his rental, asleep in the corner hugging his duffel bag having come straight from a ‘night shoot’. Driving was their mutual friend Dexter, who was gabbing up a storm with Becky in shotgun.

Watching with side eyed pride, Xtel watched her girl spend the four hour trip feeling out Dexter the way a lioness stalked it’s prey – it was her M.O. Becky and Xtel were best friends since they dormed together in college, roommates for 4 more after that, and sworn-to-secrecy partners in exploring each other in the bicurious phase. She knew ALL her tricks. Their love was deep and intimate but beyond that now, so there was no jealousy in watching Becky use her words to savor the man driving her. Enthusiastically, she found out about Dexter’s connections with the man in the back seat and how he was able to score an impossibly balling lakeside ‘rental’…as well as if he was single, physical, friendly, and hot-to-trot.

Performance Pills[M/F][Cock Sucking] Part 1

My roommate and I had always joked and laughed about trying sexual performance enhancing pills, or pussy pills. We had seen the videos of couples trying both pussy pills and viagra, which looked so fun and gave us a giggle.

One day, my boyfriend and I were driving home from a hike, and we had to stop for gas. We decided to grab some snacks for the ride home, but as we were in the gas station I saw some of these pills that my roommate had joked about! My boyfriend called to me saying that he was going back to the car and for me to hurry up, so I quickly got a pill for me and pill for him. I didn’t know if he would want to try these but I was willing to give it a shot. Once we were in the car and on the road again, he put his hand on my thigh and I put my hand over his.

“Hey, babe?” I turned to my boyfriend.

“Yes?”

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