La Dictatora pt. 1 [Fetish][Group][Femdom][Noncon]

Look at me! I have taken this land back from traitors, Bolsheviks, enemies of the state. They all snivel now, the cowards whom we’re not buried in the jungles, or the headlands; the deserters who survived the fighting on the beaches and in the streets of the capital. The dungeons below my palace are choked with the vile, insurgent dogs who have tucked their tails and surrendered. Had they known what I, Generalissima Porfiriana Manuela Dominguez-Cielo y Huerta, had planned for them I’m sure they would have sooner swallowed their mortars, but now I have all of this sweet revenge to savor.
My stately parade car prowls the route of the victory celebration. I stand proudly, saluting my adoring public as they fete me with confetti, wave the banners of the union neo-fascista, and cheer so loud they drown out the cathedral’s pealing bells. On their knees before me, using their tongues to pleasure both my viscid cunt and sweltering asshole are Borjez and Guran, chief financiers of the rebellion. My trusted adjutants have them bound by heavy cables and I have dressed them in the sexiest, daintiest most girly panties I could find in the nation. Their humiliation is absolute. From time to time on the route I piss in their traitorous faces, long bursts of acrid, golden water filling their audacious mouths and noses. My Adjuntants, if they’re feeling extra lusty have free reign to sodomize my captives roughly with either their meaty cocks or the standard issue clubs that their uniforms entail.
My pussy-hair glistens with spit and cum and it makes my people happy to see how gratified their Patrona is. My tits are full of pride so I open my uniform jacket to show the good men and women of this great land how full and round They are for them.
At the grand steps of my presidential palace, which I have already announced I will be occupying for life, for the good of the people of this nation, I descend from the open back of the parade car. I am clothed in nothing now, except my Generalissima’s peaked cap, the flowing cape and theatrical, golden eagle epaulets of the union and my plutonically black, spike-heeled, leather boots that shine so intensely the maggots at feet must avert their treacherous eyes.
I have the two apostates chained and leashed so that I may drag them up the steps to the purpose-built podium where I will make my speech. However, before I begin my ascent, I give the two socialist dogs a good stomping with my Stiller’s heels so that they will appear as bloody and bettered as their degenerate ideology.
Behind me and my microphone stand the stooges and sycophants that I have appointed to the ministerial positions of my regime, the sympathetic judges and legislators that will spin the hay of my desires into the gold of law, the complicit and ever in need of a handout cardinals and bishops in their ceremonial garb, and of course the brave colonels and majors and other high-ranking officers of my brutal yet beautiful army.
I mount the stairs and upon reaching my place behind the microphone I am sashed with the resplendent, golden linked chain of the union by the prime minister, that limp-dick, secret pederast, drunk. I approach the microphone with my arms raised and fists clenched in triumphant success. The crowd roars their approval, I beam at my own glorification.
“Ladies and Gentleman of my prosperous and immaculate nation. I am made so strong by your adulation, you will never know. We have driven out the perversions of our enemies, crushed them beneath our boots, made them out to be nothing more than pitiful servants to our much superior philosophy. It is nothing less than the hand of fate which guided the union to victory and in that same hand now resides the hard and terrible whip of vengeance!”
At their dramatic moment and adjutant places a massive bull whip in my hand and I set to mercilessly lashing my hostages with it. Their wretched sobs pour life into my veins and my clit begins to stir and poke forth from its hood, shiny and stiff.
“Many have asked me to show leniency and grace to these fiendish plotters, but I will do no such thing. To recover from the wounds of war our people must have the ghastly example that these conspirators will serve as; a dire warning to all would be traitors to my word. The price is steep, countrymen, so steep no one can bear it without surely going mad.”
With the two accursed whores in a shivering, hyperventilating pile at my feet I take another opportunity to unleash a torrent of hot piss on their scarred, blubbering carcasses. Before I’m done emptying my bladder I hear a strange sound, a whistling thud, and then another and another after that. A fat bishop in his broad Roman hat clutches his chest in a desperate fashion, then stumbles, then falls backwards,. everything’s shifted into slow motion, my perception heightens, I realize what’s happening. Several more of my governmental flunkies are shot and keel over from the unexpected shock of their wounds.
I duck, cursing. Subversive elements have infiltrated my party. I shield myself behind Guran’s wriggling husk.
“Give me a sidearm!” I shout at a petrified adjutant. A pistol is thrust into my hand and I fire aimlessly into the scattering crowd. I certainly hit some innocents, a pregnant woman maybe, a small boy? What does it matter through the lens of control? These unfortunates will be honored as heroes of the state, plus there is the famous saying regarding omelette preparation to consider.
Adjutants and secret police swarm the fleeing crowd. Soon enough these perpetrators will be brought to justice, or at least convincing facsimiles of the perpetrators will be.

Your good girl (short story) [fm]

I waited for you on your bed, the exact same spot as where you left me. Not that I really had a choice, you left me with my arms raised over my head laying in your bed in the leather shackles chained up to the bed. Luckily you didn’t do the leather shackles up too tightly, it didn’t cut into my wrist and allowed me to move a little. How long have you been gone now? Half an hour? An hour? Patience had never been a strong trait of mine. A sigh escaped my red lips, same shade of lipstick as the accent on the shackles, the only pops of colour in this neutral room. My flowy black skirt rode up my legs slightly as I adjusted my position, revealing my black lace-trimmed stockings held up with equally black suspenders, no panties underneath. Before you left you had pulled my shirt up over my breasts, exposing them, my pert nipples stood at attention from the raw exposure.  You said you wanted your little fuck toy to be ready for when you came back, you knew me so well. You knew that being exposed like this makes me wet, the lack of stimulation and the wait made my imagination go wild. How would you use me, what would you do to me, I just know that I crave you, I want you to fill me up and use me like I’m your property, to do as you want. 

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Time travel theory…

Say a lady has the ability to travel back in time without causing paradox or breaking the laws of time and space. Has sex with her younger self to influence her to go back college to put her on the path to time travel. Is that just sex or masturbation at that point?

Just a thought…

Kendra Sunderland makes you her cuck (cuckold) (mf) (humiliation)

– First time writer

After weeks of looking for a job in Oregon, you finally land a position as the personal assistant of one Kendra Sutherland. Yes, that Kendra Sutherland. You know her from her infamous library video and her booming porn career. As Kendra’s assistant, you drive her from place to place, managing her schedule and carrying her things. It’s your first day on the job and things are going smoothly. You and Kendra don’t talk much, just the usually polite small talk. Kendra gets your phone number so she can send you anything she might need. As the day unwinds, you’re instructed to take Kendra to a club in the downtown area. Hours later, when Kendra texts you to pick her up, she’s buzzed. In the car, as you drive, she grabs your phone, which was unlocked. As you struggle to keep your eyes on the road while also getting your phone back, Kendra finds something… your Pornhub account. She starts making fun of you a bit, really just light teasing, but the she looks at your video history. Dozens and dozens of cuckold videos cover your phone screen, even Kendra’s own Blacked cuckold series. Kendra covers her mouth in shock. Suddenly, that shock turns into a devious look. Kendra seems to send something to herself on your phone, then gives the phone back to you. You drop her off and quickly reach for your messages. Kendra sent herself your account info, saying

One night at Charenton pt.1 (mwtt)(fetish)

Me and my girl Luz are staking out the Charenton store in Crown Village from the front seat of my Brother’s badass Stingray that he let me borrow while he’s back in DF. We’re passing the blunt and watching this fly mamacita that works there close up the shop. Between the bomb mota that Luz brought back with her from Colorado and the six day nut I’ve got stored up in me I’m horny as a motherfucker, for real.
“Eh, pendeja, pass me that shit!” I snap at Luz who’s been parking on it for like an hour. “Sorry homegirl, tell me where you know this chica from again?” She asks, passing me back my finely rolled masterpiece.
“I don’t know her, cabrona, like I was telling you before, The other night at Joie D’vivre—“
“Bi night?”
“Yes bitch, what the fuck can I finish?”
“Finish then, I’m just making sure, puta.”
“So anyway, me and El Palo where down there at Joie, sucking dick and what not and this fine bitch must’ve been hiding in one of the private rooms because I catch her leaving all smiley with some whiteboy, who I guess is her man.”
“Was he cute?”
“Yeah you know, for a guero, I guess. Y’all, anyway.”
“But it was this dirty puerca you were all about?”
“I’m saying, this bitch has it all. I mean look at her, she’s all professionally dressed now, but you know she’s got tits and ass for days underneath that shit. It’s getting my fucking clit rock hard girl, look!”
I slide up my little, velvet skirt so this bitch could see how fucking hard my girlcock is. It’s pushing against the front of my thong all uncomfortable and hot.
“Damn baby, how do I always forget how hung you are girl?”
“Cause you smoke more weed than Snoop Dogg, estupida! Now why don’t you give that sexy clit of mine’s a kiss, mami.”
I free my monster pinga from my panties and stroke it a couple times, licking my lips so she gets the message. Luz doesn’t say shit, she just pops open her lips and goes to work. Damn this puts can suck, I feel my asspussy tighten up tighter than a pair of cheap shoes. While my girl works my clutter like it’s an elote and she ain’t eat for a week I work her hard choriza out her panties and start stroking her all picante. Damn, I got the munchies.
The whole time I keep my eyes on this bitch in the store. As she does all her little chores her curly hair bounces in a way that’s funny, but it’s turning me on harder too. The top of her head looks like it’s been dipped in caramel the way that it’s dyed and I can’t stop thinking about getting my hands caught in its thick kindliness. Her skin is like Frappuccino brown, and probably just as sweet when I put my tongue on it. Fuck, I really gotta eat something after this.
I gotta let my eyes close for a second, the way Luz works the shaft of my girlcock feels like I’m about to meet Saint Peter or some shit.
“Ease up puta, or you’re gonna make me cum, shit!”
“I wanna drink it up baby. Yo quiero, tu crema .”
“Nah, let’s save it for her, I got an idea that I think is gonna be fucking hot, girl.”
“Hotter than your big chile, mamita ?”
“Bitch listen to me. First you’re gonna take off those suscia, little calzoncillas.”
She slides off her panties and her clit (that’s not as big as mine’s) stands up hard and pretty like a sexy soldier or something like that. I grab her panties out of her hands and smell them, like it’s a joke, but really they turn me on real rico. My cloth throbs as I breathe in the scent of her pussy and sweat and maybe…if I sniff hard enough…
“Yo, did you cum in these before I picked your ass up?”
“Maybe a little!” She says trying to act all innocent.
“I knew you was a filthy puta suscia, but damn, I told you we were gonna fuck some new trade tonight and shit. You couldn’t have waited!?”
“Bitch, that turned me on, I could t help it!”
“Pobrecita, it was like two hours ago, you better be able to bring it to this bitch’s pussy. I don’t want her thinking I fuck around with no lame as, limp-pinga having bitches.”
“Calma te, puta. I’m a chingona, there ain’t no shame in my game, puta.”
“There better not be, or I’m not gonna bring your ass around on my pussy cruises no more.”
“Finish telling me your plan, puerca. And pass that blunt, fucker!”
She hits it hard, there’s nothing left of it but roach so I let her toss it out while I continue telling her what we’re about to do.
By the time we get up the door of the Charenton the bitch inside is already putting up the closed sign. I knock on the door anyway all preocupada and scared and shit. She points to the sign and shrugs, but I tell her it’s an emergency and the pretty bitch finally let’s us inside.
We look all pretty in our hot, going to the club outfits as we go in; I swear to God this sexy woman is running her eyes over me hungry like a vato would passing me on the street.
I’m super passable aside from being a bit taller than the average girls, I’ve had straight guys hit on me at the club and shit. It might be because my titties and ass are nice and round, but I know my face game is on point too and I’m tatted up like a motherfucker so I think that does it for some people too. Luz looks good too, she’s shorter and thicker than me, but her face is really feminine and with her makeup done the way she’s got it she looks all slutty and fierce like a lioness about to jump on a zebra.
“Haven’t I seen you someplace before?” The sexy girl from the store says to me.
“I would definitely remember a woman like you.” I tell her, suave as hell.
“Well what seems to be the emergency?”
“Well, what happened was that me and my girl here, we were on our way to go clubbing, but we both realized, we don’t got no bras…”Luz and me pop our fat, beach ball tits (that we bought in La Condesa!) out of our dresses at the same time, all slick and sexy like.
“And we’re not wearing any panties.” Luz whines as we lift up the hemlines of our dresses up to almost our bellybuttons. Our secret surprises are pushed back between our legs like that psycho in that movie with Jodie Foster and Thor’s daddy in it. Only instead of scary and gross we look sexy and convincing.
You could see that the pretty store lady was turned on, her smile got all evil and even though she was a morena, I think I could tell she was blushing.
“Those are some very hot pussies I see before me,” she said “but ladies I think the right pair of panties is just what you need to make the boys go crazy for you tonight.”
“We’re not just looking for boys, baby” says Luz.
“Yeah we like it all.” I tell her as I walk over to her.
“Maybe we should see what kind of panties your wearing, so it can give us an idea of what we should buy.” I say, putting my arm around her waist.
Luz joins us and squeezes one of her tetas.
“Yeah, show us those your panties, I bet they’re really sexy.”
“You really want to see my panties?” The store girl asks, like a teasing whore on the street corner.
“Yeah, show us those panties.”
The hot chocolate color bitch swishes away from us and pulls a hanger off a rack that’s near by.
“Here you go, girls, I’m wearing these panties today.”
Luz seems like she’s mad my plan failed, but I know this puta is just playing hard to get like.
“Eh, how do we know you’re telling the truth?”
“Yeah, good point Mari. We need to see the panties you’ve got on to be sure.” Says Luz, crossing back over to her like a shark.
“You’ve got me there!” The store girl winks and makes to lift up her skirt, but stops suddenly.
“You girls really wanna see my panties, huh?”
It’s like she wants us to jump her or something, I don’t know, I’m probably just thinking all crazy since I haven’t shot my load in almost a week and shit.
“How bad do you girls want to see my little…pink…lace…panties?”
She takes almost a minute to say panties, this shit is driving me out of my fucking mind.
“Real bad!” Says Luz and gives the beautiful salesgirl’s neck a long, lizardy lick,
“Oh, I like that!”
“Yeah?” I ask and go over to her other side and give her one too.
“Mmmm yeah that’s working.”
“Good, I’m happy for you. Now show us, slut!” Says Luz all insistent.
“Slut!?” Says the shop lady, kind of shocked like.
“You’re lucky I am a fucking filthy slut!” She continues.
“Now since you girls have been so good and patient, I’m going to show you my panties, like you asked for.”
Finally the bitch pulls up her skirt for us. She wasn’t lying, they’re the same panties as the ones she pulled off the rack, but they look so much hotter on her. They’re lacy and pink and feminine as fuck, I know for a fact that if I slipped those little panties on, I’d for sure get hard immediately.
“I like this little window here at the top!” Says Luz reaching out for the store bitch’s pussy.
“Mmm, yeah me too,” she says, “I love how my pussyhair just creates out of the top of it.”
I thought crest was like a toothpaste or whatever, but the way she said it was sexy as hell.
Luz runs her hand over the store lady’s pussy on top of her panties. I run my hand over her down there too, but instead I stick a finger out and casually rub it over her clit like it’s a mistake. The bitch gasps and it turns me on. I’m have a hard time keeping my girlcock stuck up between my thighs when it wants to jump out like it’s made out of some type of springy metal.
While we’re stroking on this slut’s cunt it’s getting wetter. Luz reaches her hand that’s around the store lady’s waist and goes up the back of my dress with it. She starts squeezing on the head of my clit and it makes me bite my lip cause I’m so horny.
I rub on Luz’s verga too and she moans like her ass ,sin una paciencia, didn’t just jack off a few hours ago. The pretty negrita is rubbing our tits and pinching on our nipples.
“Well, it’s quite obvious you girls like my panties, but I don’t think this color would go with your outfits.”
“What color panties do you suggest.” Says Luz like she goes to Harvard instead of beautician school.
“Well,” and she steps back from us, maybe this bitch is only trying to make a sale, “I think you girls require something sexier, more dangerous for the club, don’t you think?”
“Whatever gets us the most attention.” I wink
“Then you girls need the absolute queen of the jungle, the sexiest, most daring, sheerest little fuckslut in the shop. You girls need Black Panties!” She almost screams, damn. But Balck panties are my favorite though.
She takes us to a part of the store we didn’t see before. All the lingerie in the room is as black as ónix. I’m like hypnotized by it, how fine it is, I knew they had nice shit at Charenton, but all this is real sexy.
Me and Luz are fucking speechless. We walk around touching everything like it was on the altar at church.
Meanwhile this bitch is pulling off panties from like every direction and sticking the hangers in our hands. We probably each have like six pairs by now.
“Is that enough for you ladies or do you want some?”
“I think I’m good?”
“Yeah I’m good too.”
“Ok, let’s try these beautiful panties on shall we?” After she gets done telling us this she kisses each of us real fucking hot on the lips. We push our tongues together, my flirty is aching between my legs, I didn’t think this shit all the way through.
When we get done making out with the sexy shop girl we follow her to where the dressing rooms are. The space is big, like bigger than my perezoso tioHector’s house.
She shows us into a room and then all three of us start making out like crazy. I almost let my clit free, I’m getting so frustrated.
“I’ll leave you to, to try these on.” This bitch has the nerve to tell us.
“Bitch, I thought we were all about to fuck!” Screams Luz
“My boyfriend is on his way, he’ll be here any minute, but once he comes I’ll be back to check to see how you two are making out.”
I swear this bitch is gonna give me blue balls!

42=29 (another true story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

We’re heading into a muggyish Friday night here. It might rain. It might not. Puts me in mind of another night where rain threatened, but there was still good reason to get out and risk the storm.

Let’s call it a warm-weather month, in 2005. I only remember the exact year because of something she kept saying, once I’d told her my age — a variation on “You’re not 42. You’re 29. That makes this okay.”

She, herself, was 24 — long red hair, fair skin, what you’d either call “curvy” or “chubby” — and you’d not be off the mark, either way. Apparently she had a five-year rule on older men. Equally apparent was that the “rule” wasn’t even a guideline, once we put it to the test.

You’ve heard the first part of the story. It’s a lot like the first part of any decent-sized number of these little narratives. It was around 10 p.m., I couldn’t sleep, and I was on Yahoo Messenger, and both of us were looking for someone to talk to. In her case, she was killing time waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up from a friend’s house, maybe fifteen minutes from here, and he was late.

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Adult Book store slut

Time to share a story about a random date night that ended up pretty wild. A married woman I was interested in. They were recently separated and just began living apart. I met her previously at a bar, knew she’d be fun, and after some flirting I got her number. On this night a few weeks later she wanted to get her drink on together so we were back at that bar. As the drink took hold she began to talk about her lack of good sex in her marriage. She used to be a freak she says, and with a bit of encouragement she described some past encounters before marriage, and how at times she liked to be treated as a slut, and her husband would get upset at times because she really likes porn, guys with big dicks ganging up on women, which made him feel threatened. So, I know I’m getting laid, no problem there!
Going back to my place, I took a risk and took a detour, drove her to the adult bookstore. Her reaction was surprised but definitely interested. I told her we should pick out some porn to watch together tonight, enjoy freely whatever she likes.
We had fun looking at titles, and I enjoyed her sexy energy as she browsed, preferring bdsm type stuff, DP and gangbang scenarios. My kind of slut! She would bend over seductively as we browsed, and I’d look around to avoid detection or cause a scene as I’d grab ass and cop a feel of her hot wet pussy beneath her g-string.
She noticed men and women walking to the back of the store. Where are they going? I told her that’s where the booths are, and explained how people hook up for brief encounters back there. She said wow she couldn’t believe it, so of course I took her back there. And yes, I was hoping it might play out. Of course she wondered if I ever did that, and I admitted I’ve done that twice, it’s really easy when you’re horny and it’s kinda dirty, which I like. I took her hand and guided her to the booths with the glory holes. It’s not advertised as such, and she had no idea, but I definitely knew what I wanted her to do.
Entering the booth, she quickly sees the hole in the wall and wonders what that is, but I know she knows. I tell her random men can and do put there cock through the hole if they want, but there’s not exactly an expectation. It’s great to see her expression turn curious. I put money in and I select some glory hole porn hehe. The kind where chics are fucking and sucking in booths with two holes in the wall. In less than a minute a guy next door puts his erect dick through the hole. I knew of course how this works, having been here several times on the other side of the wall. She laughed in shock and surprise, but she was also staring at it with her drunk lust. I told her I want to watch her stroke that cock. She giggled and acted shy, but did so, kinda cutesy weirded out at first. With the porn filling the room with moans and groans, she started to enjoy stroking it, really working it back and forth like she knows exactly how to do it like a pro as she looked at me with a surprised grin. Very pleased and turned on by watching her stroke a strangers cock, I kissed her deep and felt her all over as she stroked. Could it be this easy? Wow, I’m stoked.
I went for it and told her she needs to get on her knees and I want to watch her suck it. Her eyes widened. She looked even more surprised, and a bit hesitant, but the sex energy was there and I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down to it, she went with it. I tell her to suck that fucking cock you slut and she moans as she slurps that strange hard fairly big dick in and out of her mouth. It turns me on to see she’s now clearly enjoying herself let go and be that slut.
I hike up her skirt and pull her panties aside to finger her sopping wet cunt. I then tell her to stand up and take all of her clothes off. I help her as I tell her to keep stroking it. Now completely naked in this grungy sex booth, I force her back down to suck, pulling her hips up to me as I enter her from behind. It turns me on to hear her moans as she sucks this lucky stranger as she gets fucked from behind. I tell her to masturbate while she sucks and fucks. I love her sexy moans as she rubs her clit. She’s really into it now, and watching this sexy fuck slut is the hottest sight ever.
It wasn’t too long before the guy starts to cum; she pulls her mouth off in surprise but I hold her head just enough to make sure she gets some spurt around her mouth and on her lips, and her lust moans tell me she likes being forced to be a cum rag as I thrust hard and fast, pounding and slapping that big fat ass. All of this is so hot, I’ve got this gorgeous, somewhat shy fully stripped naked wanna be sex slave at my command, I have to resist emptying my balls into her, because I’m hoping to draw this scenario out for as long as I can. I’m slamming my cock into her, forcing her face back into the wall and now empty hole as she moans and screams loudly so everyone can hear. She fucking loves it! Yes! I decide to pull out and hand her a towelette so she can clean her glazed chin off. I tell her she did a great job, telling her how fucking sexy she is when she lets it all go like that, and she expresses how she is a bit surprised with herself..and then, another dick in the hole! I’m glad to see she doesn’t hesitate this time as she starts to stroke it, like she accepts that she is a whore and is “on duty”. The perfect slut. I ended up fucking and pumping my load up her tight asshole as she sucked the next and final one. We both loved it and later agreed it was one of the hottest encounters either one of us has ever had. She told me she came 3 times hard.

master skully and his little slut

*Flash to the bedroom where Mandi tied to the bed with a vibrator on her clit an I shoving ten inch dildo up her pusssy* “You like that my little fucking slut? your skullys slut that what you are my own personal slut, to fuck when ever the fuck i want to you belong to me dont you?” i say to her as you hear strudding “Y-y-yes master skully Y-ou fuck m-m-me so g-g-g-great” “good but you didnt answer my question slut” i growl back she hears the growl in my voice she know that means faster and harder punishment on that pussy of hers” shes spreads her legs open “as sticky honey in beehives and as wet as fresh dew” that pussy was flowing with cum you could tell she was due to explode what ive waited for this whole time I ask again “you belong to fucking me right slut?” *shoving that dildo faster n harder in her pussy* she screams for me “I AM YOUR SLUT MASTER SKULLY!!!!” *she squirts all over my arms and face* licking my lip i look at her an ask her if shes ready for another round this time shes in charge as she is about to answer i hear a noise thats familiar its her phone buzzing she still cant up get after squirting “that tells me i fucked her good this time* its her girlfriend Fitz calling her I untie Mandi so she can up finally and get her phone i have a remote to intense the vibrator on her clit its like a regular call with Fitz until the very end *I turn it high that she about drops to her knees* she gets off the phone with a long i havent seen in woman til i met her *she was wild written in her eyes which makes me know its my turn to get punished* she grabs my throat and slightly chokes me* i moan slightly oh god yes my little slut take me* now listen here little bitch boi if you turn up my panties again when im on the phone il leave multiple claw marks on your back* i smile softly marks are my favorite they show you belong to somebody* she looks at me an smiles so devilish “we have 20 minutes until Fitz gets home from work now its my turn to play with you