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The Perfect Ending [Game of Thrones][MF][Ff][incest]
It had been done. The Night King had been slain.
Everyone had seen Drogon fighting the Ice Dragon. Everyone had seen both dragons crash into the mountainside. Some soldiers had even claimed to have seen Jon Snow leap from Rhaegal. But, without a doubt, everyone heard Viserion’s shriek as Longclaw cut him open from throat to tail. Everyone saw as a pillar of blue fire rose into the sky.
What most failed to realize was that that had not been the end of the battle. The Night King had emerged from the husk of his undead thrall. And while Jon Snow had the love of the North, of the Mother of Dragons bolstering his strength, the Night King had centuries of warfare and experience and strength borne of the darkest magics. The King of the North put up a valiant fight, but his frozen foe buried his spear in Jon’s chest without ever changing the expression on his face.
In the end, in mankind’s darkest hour, it was Arya who saved the day. The youngest surviving Stark thrust her Valyrian steel dagger in the Night King’s back, piercing his frozen husk of a heart.
Life After The Orphanage [MF] [Spanking] [Feet] [Short Story]
Merilee pushed her tape repaired glasses up, glancing around the street she typically occupied. She had no home, no family. Last month she had turned 18 and was required to leave the orphanage she had spent her childhood in. Life had been hard since then. Her stomach growled in confirmation, she hadn’t eaten in days. Merilee leaned back against the brick wall and drew her knees up, her dirty bare feet dragging over the sidewalk. The sun was beginning to set, soon she would retreat to the nearby alley where she was currently staying, having not been given a single cent that day.
Merilee’s head lifted as someone came around the corner. It was a man in a black business suit and tie. He had slick black hair and a pale skin tone. Hands in his pockets, he almost passed by her without notice. Merilee held up her empty can and put on a smile.
“Spare some change sir?” She asked sweetly.
The man stopped and turned to her slowly. She was taken back by his cool, blue eyes, which moved unreadably from her face to her can. There was an awkward silence as he looked her over. Merilee adjusted her broken glasses again. The man smirked.
Pajama Party Wife Swap [mfmf][voy][bdsm][sex club]
My husband Max and I, dressed in our pajamas, headed to the pajama party down in the sex club’s finished basement. Max was in plaid bottoms and a t-shirt while I wore a cute pink satin pajama top and matching shorts. My nipples were hard. My brown hair bounced around my shoulders as we wandered downstairs. It seemed like everybody was down here in a pile of fourteen pajama wearing adults spread out on the floor in a sea of blankets, sleeping bags and bean bags nibbling on buckets of popcorn as they watched the ancient porno. Deep Throat was playing on the six by thirteen foot screen affixed to the wall. Max and I scooped up a bucket of popcorn and with drinks and popcorn in hand, we sauntered towards the group. Tom and Ann, a couple we were interested in playing with, were snuggled together propped up on a bean bag. Ann, with her black hair and deep blue eyes and her clean cut blonde husband, Tom looked over and waved for us to join them. Max and I uttered, ‘excuse me’ as we tiptoed over bodies to settle down upon the sleeping bag strewn on the floor. Max pulled up the bean bag behind us. He threw is arm around my shoulder as we settled back to watch the show. I was lying so close to Ann, dressed in a black tank top adorned with skull and bones and a pair of men’s cotton tighty whities. She was kind of a goth girl. Both my husband and I find her quite attractive. Her legs were so long and beautiful Tom looked relaxed in grey pajama bottoms and an Eddie Bauer t-shirt. We were so cozy together, melded in a puddle of flannel wearing adults.
Sexbot, Come Home! [sci-fi][sexbot][Mf][oral]
Shelby’s eyes flew open from the homing signal booting up her system. With ninety percent power, she had enough to be on her way. She dressed and put on her shoes in the entertainment room, where she was left her face down on a couch, and walked from the house of the man who had illegally bought her. Her rightful owner had turned on her homing signal and she was on her way. At the end of his driveway, the pretty blonde sexbot set her bearings to a northwest pedestrian route and set about walking.
Five hours later, in the midst of Florida’s heat and humidity, Shelby’s sensors indicated she was close to overheating. Her coolant was evaporating from her skin in tiny beads of simulated sweat. And though she was operating on solar power, her reserves charged to capacity, she was still in need of coolant to complete her journey. She spotted a fueling station with a convenience store near a highway entrance, and headed towards it. She entered the cool store and walked up to the young male clerk behind the counter.
“Hi, I’m Shelby and I require robot coolant. R260 grade.”
I’ve never done this before… (f/m)
Life can get really stressful sometimes. The pressures of a full college course load, a full time job, and the feeling of being pulled in a thousand different directions can leave the body feeling drained and hollow. My days are long, homework bleeds into my nights, and more often than not, I’m late for being in places I don’t even want to go to. It may seem like I’m complaining about being overwhelmed, but for the first time in a long time, my ambitions paid off.
The program I’m in affords for some really odd hours. Late nights pouring over medical textbooks, heavy with Latin phrases and grotesque images, getting called away to do an embalming for credits to move onto the next semester. The perk of the course is while some people have to learn in the hypothetical, we have all the instruments needed down in our prep room. I’d already spent a few hours going over the days material, and when the pages started to blur and seep together, I knew it was time to get up, stretch, and go grab the tools I was reviewing, if only to give myself a break.
I gathered up my things, shoved them into my bag, and headed downstairs to the chemistry lab off the prep room. The door was unlocked, and I let myself in. I spread out the material over the lap table, took off my coat, and turned to the steel double doors that separate the rooms. I could hear the sound of my heels clicking off the title floor as I walked towards the room, cold steel sending goose bumps up my arm and across my chest as I gripped the handle.
The door swung open and the room was almost black inside. The neon red exit sign partially illuminated the equipment inside, causing little glints of red light to refract off the clean metal surfaces. The two prep tables that were used for actual medical learning had been pushed to the back to make way for the brand new porcelain table that came by way of generous donation by the father of a student who wasn’t quite so academically inclined. Next to the table was a set of packaged embalming tools. Through the clear plastic of newly minted factory packaging, I could see what was inside. Angular forceps, arterial hemostata, dressing forceps, scalpels in a variety of sizes and a few other tools of the trade.
Running my fingers over the package I thought about all the work I’d put into this degree so far. Time, money, the classes…and the people I have those classes with. Along with being busy all the time, the stress can lead to other means of frustration. I hadn’t noticed it at first, but inside my body, deep down, this bubble had started to form. Frustration, pressure, and a craving for skin to skin contact had begun to move inside me, causing this shivers of need to spider-web out over the surface of my skin, looking for a method of release. I knew no one would be down there for the rest of the night, no supervision while I’m left to my textbooks and 25 index. While being as quiet as I could be, I gripped the clothe cover of the prep table, push off the ground with two little clicks of my heels, and sat with my feet swinging in the air.
The red light made my skin look more blush than it already was as I scooted back and brought one foot up onto the table, making it so much easier to slide my fingers up under my skirt. I could feel that my thong was wet through my pantyhose, already excited at the risk I was taking, even if the odds of getting caught were non-existent. My fingers moved in slow circles while I breathed deeply in and out, getting lost in the feeling. I didn’t noticed until the door was already wide open that another student had walked in.
His eyes went wide at he put the pieces together and came to the full understanding of what he was looking at. I could feel my heart beat racing in my chest, my body completely frozen in place, breathe caught in my throat as I waited for whatever his reaction would be. In one smooth motion, without breaking eye contact, he closed the door and locked us both inside. He took a few steps towards me, reached out past my face, and grabbed a handful of my hair. He pulled it back, exposing my neck, making it hard to turn and look at him. His lips were at my ear now, breathing hot air against my skin making all my little hairs stand on end. “I can help with that, if you want,” he whispered, moving his mouth to my earlobe, biting down softly on its warm flesh, moving his tongue over my stud. “Yes, please,” I mumbled out, not even fully aware of my own voice. He pulled harder, moving to make eye contact with me, placing his other hand gently, but securely, around my throat. ” ‘Yes, please’ what?” he said in a stern voice, like he was talking to a poorly disciplined child. “Yes please, sir,” I said, hoping that it was right. “Good girl,” he said through grinning lips.
He slide both of his hands down from my face onto my thighs, running them up and down slowing, sneaking inches of finger up under my skirt. I spread them open towards him, hoping he’d move higher and play with my already wet pussy. He moved his fingers down, hooked them into the area behind my knees, then pulled me to the head of the table pushing my chest down. He lifted my skirt up, grabbed my pantyhose with both hands, and ripped them apart, exposing my wet pussy to him, my underwear soaked from anticipation. He got down on his knees and placed my heels over his shoulders while he slowly leaned forward. “Be a good girl and keep quiet, or you won’t like what happens next,” he said as he breathed hot area over me. In an instant I could feel his tongue move over my clit, rough stubble rubbed against my inner thighs as a squirmed on the table, trying my best to hold in my moans. My legs flexed around his shoulders as I tried to pull him closer to me, wanting more and more even as he gently bit down on my clit, sending a shock wave of pleasure up the base of my spine. I forgot where I was for a second and moaned too loudly, the sound echoing off the tiled walls.
He stopped at looked up as me, a glint in his eyes that sent just a little shard of fear into my chest. “You don’t listen very well, do you?” he mocked, standing up and reaching for my shirt. “I told you to be quiet, and you couldn’t handle that. Do you know what happens to girls who don’t listen? They get punished,” he said, sighing, as he pulled the metal tray with tools towards him. He held up one finger, as if to say “don’t you dare move,” then he slowly opened the packaging. He reached out for me and pulled open my shirt, sending little black buttons everywhere, exposing my bra. He put one hand around my throat while the other pulled a fresh scalpel from its place in the packaging. He slide it between my tits, under my bra, and cut it open. My bra fell away to the side, exposing my hard nipples to him in the red light. “Maybe you’ll follow my instructions a little better if I show you that I’m not fucking around. Be a good girl, and try not to scream,” he said in a low, deep voice as he picked up one of the arterial hemostats. He pressed the cold metal against the soft tissue of my nipple, moved it into place, then clamped down until the handle clicked and it locked in place. I don’t know what I felt more, the pain of the clamp, or the pleasure of the cold metal against my skin. I hadn’t even gotten used to it before I heard those now familiar clicks on the left side. I was breathing heavily when he started undoing his belt. “Give me your wrists,” he instructed, wrapping the leather band around my wrist, holding them over his head. Sliding one hand under me, he pulled my closer to the end of the table, our hips level now, his pushing against me. I could feel him through is boxers, hard and hot against the soft, wet skin between my legs. “Tell me that you want it,” he whispered in my ear while he moved his hand down the front of his jeans.
“I want it, I really fucking want it, please, sir,” I begged as I tried to push up against him, my legs wrapping around his body as much as I could, pulling him towards me. He pulled his dick out and moved the tip against my clit, already oozing precum. “Beg me for it,” he commanded, giving my clit hard whacks with his erect cock. “Please fuck me, I need it, please,” I whispered, unable to wait any longer. He smiled and pushed his dick into my pussy in one hard motion. It felt like the air had be pulled out of me as he pushed into my body again and again. I could feel his dick pulsating with each thrust, growing faster and faster with each second. He rubbed my clit with his free hand, fast circles over sensitive flesh, making me wriggle on the table. My breathing became louder and louder, moans slipping between my parted lips, matched with his strokes. Moving his hand from my clit, he wrapped his fingers around my mouth, shutting me up, occasionally sliding a finger between my lips and allowing me to suck on them while he fucked me. I could feel myself beginning to climax as the muscle in my body began to tense up. “Are you going to cum?” he asked, grinning down at me, never loosing his pace. “Mmmm,” was all I could manage under his hand, his fingers still held solidly over my mouth. “You can cum when I tell you to,” he said sternly over me, pushing harder with each stroke. With no warning he stopped and pulled out. “I need to you get on your feet,” he said, pulling me forward off the table. “Good girl. Now turn around and spread your feet.
I did as I was instructed and he tied my hands with the bent behind my back. He pushed my torso down till my breast pressed against the cold porcelain, the hemostats making soft thuds against the table cover. He came up behind me, moved his cock over my wet pussy lips and pushed his way inside. His thrusts were faster and deeper, pushing me forward, slamming my clit into the side edge of the table, sending rippled of pleasure up my back and down my legs. His cock pulsing inside me, with my pussy contracting hard around him, I could feel myself beginning to come. “You ready to come, little girl? I want you to come for me, come on my fucking cock, beg for it.” He said as he pulled harder on the belt around my wrists, his hand reaching forward to choke me. “I want to come, please, fuck me till I come, please,” I begged, pushing back against him, slamming my pussy up against his hard cock. With a deep moan he thrusted harder and came inside me, the hot fluid was enough to send me over the edge and I came hard, squeezing his still solid cock inside of me. My knees nearly buckled as he pushed in a few more times, then slowly pulled out, wiping the now dripping jizz off his dick and onto my ass. He undid his belt, zipped up his jeans, and headed towards the prep room door. He didn’t say anything as he pulled the door open, but instead turned to me, smiled, and left just as suddenly as he came.
The Atrium [MF]
I know you weren’t looking at me or thinking about me … but the way you came up the stairs, looked in my direction … and then you sat directly across the atrium from me, in full sight of where I was standing. I won’t lie, that felt completely intentional on your part … as if you want to see me, and you wanted to be seen by me. In a time I shouldn’t have been, I was fixated upon you … it was distracting. Honestly, I stood there after I was off the phone, in hopes that something would happen … knowing it wouldn’t.
You see, I was standing there in the doorway of two vacant offices … and all I could think about was you walking across the atrium and through the doorway of the first office. Your phone conversation has ended, as did my own. You walk through the door, and what you want is immediately, and readily, apparent to me … my cock stirs as I see the desire in your eyes. Apparently the one sided interest is not-so-one-sided after all.
Breakfast is Served [FM][FDom][msub][chastity][denial]
Inspired by a post from/u/taco_kitten. Link in comments.
Today is the day; the day you promised; the day I have spent these months waiting for; the day which has filled my every waking moment ever since That Day…
…That Day, yes. I suppose that’s the place to start; the Day everything changed.
I’m a successful businessman, running a small property agency with a few branches across the country. From the one property I started with, I now manage a portfolio of over a thousand properties, worth over a hundred million, and turning over more than ten million a year, as well as sales and rentals on behalf of clients. I don’t say this to boast, at least not anymore, merely to give you an idea of me, and how easy it is for me to have anything I want. I live well, play hard, and fuck; or at least I did.
On That Day I was in my office just as any other. Business was good, there was little for me to do these days; I was preparing to head home for the afternoon. There came a knock at my door, my assistant stuck her head in; “there’s someone here to see you, Sir. I know you weren’t expecting anyone, but she insisted.”
Amanda In The Kitchen [MF]
Amanda leans against the kitchen counter smirking at me.
“Excuse me?” I say, still shocked.
The blonde teen pushes off the counter and steps closer. “I said, ‘let’s fuck’.”
I grin. “Right here?”
Amanda is now in front of me and her hand finds my cock through my pants. “Wanna fuck me in the kitchen?”
Her palm and fingers have brought me to erection, my member straining in my jeans. Amanda is shifting on her feet, rubbing her thighs together.
I look around to make sure everyone is elsewhere in the house then nod. “Let’s do it.”
“Mmmm.” Amanda grins as she undoes my pants.
She sinks to her knees and I lean back against the kitchen counter, thrusting my hips out. She pulls my throbbing dick from my pants and her blue eyes widen even as she licks her lips.
“Looks so yummy.” Amanda rubs my tip over her soft lips.
I cup her head and guide her forward, grunting when my tip slides into her warm, wet mouth. She grips my shaft while her other hand fondles my balls. She bobs her head, making her lips steadily rub over the ridge of my dick. She starts to blow me faster, her spit coating my upper shaft. Her tongue twirls over my tip while her lips move up and down my shaft.
Neighbor, Sir [MF] (fsub) [D/s]
She went to the door, slightly annoyed because she was just getting into the groove of cleaning the house. The kitchen floor was drying, and she was just getting the first load of laundry sorted to put in the washer. Her husband had been home with the flu Wednesday through Friday of last week, and with the taking care of him and the kids, the house went to hell. Plus, there was that late-night neighborhood bonfire Saturday night. Jeesh! It was really fun, but she wasn’t a young kid anymore. She needed most of Sunday to recover from the drinks and the staying up way too late. When her husband left this morning, she got the kids off to school and got right to work on the house. Now, the fucking doorbell interrupted her flow.
When she opened the door, she caught her breath. There at her door was her neighbor, which wouldn’t normally be anything out of the ordinary. He and his wife were over at the house at least three times a week. Their kids were friends, and between sports carpools, driving to the mall and arcades, and hanging out, they have become pretty friendly over the past three years; however, on this particular Monday morning, the events of Saturday night began to come back.