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A Twisted Mind (Part 1) [NB][Hucow][Machine]

Greg walked Alex up the stairs. Alex ‘the person’ wasn’t there as long as the drug was in place, and this brain-numbed person who ran the body of Alex would do just about anything for Greg that he wanted.

Greg had many plans for them, but step one was to set them up in their new space where Alex would be residing for the rest of their lives.

He manoeuvred Alex into the living space of the house, into a sparse bedroom with just a cot in the corner, he turned Alex around and sat them down on the cot.

He bent down and fondled the barcode on the ring through Alex’s clit, Alex moaned at the sensation.

“Alright cow, you’re no longer Alex, do you understand? You’re my pet, you respond to ‘Pet’ now, and you call me Sir.”

Pet blinked at him dazedly, but he knew it meant they understood.

“You are going to be re-drugged once a week to keep yourself in a dumb state for me. You are going to be my breeding stock for my children, your jobs are to breed children and get the cum out of me whenever I want it, do you understand?” Read more »

petty revenge

I don’t love him anymore, she can have him, for all I care. But she has it wrong if she thinks I won’t make it hurt for her. He still believes I am his, but the truth is, all he is good for now, is a good fuck. That’s all he will be as she watches him moan inside me. He does not get to treat me as his second for all this time and get away with it – he won’t get her after she sees his cock inside my mouth. Or maybe he will, but she will forever have that image in her mind – me pleasing him.

Don’t misunderstand, he is a very handsome man – tall, fit, wide shoulders, good pecks, abs you could lick and feel satisfied, but he has chosen her one too many times. She is not even that pretty, just a new toy, but I don’t care – I deserve to be treated like a queen. Read more »

Her first spanking

It seemed appropriate that my first story shared an reddit would be one about firsts. Enjoy :)
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Getting spanked was Tamara’s deepest sexual fantasy. It was also her biggest secret. She had never told anyone about it, not even her ex-boyfriends.

She wasn’t afraid that people might find her weird or think her fantasy was inappropriate; she just feared that she’d never be able to fully explain how deep-seated this fantasy was.

It wasn’t just a kinky act she desired, like being tied up or blind-folded. It was nearly her only source of arousal. Tamara had sex before of course, but even then she’d never felt as turned on as when she fantasized about being spanked.

At times when she wasn’t single, Tamara often preferred reading stories about spankings over sleeping with her boyfriend. She’d read all the books she could find and when watching porn on her laptop, spanking was always the subject.

When she was single and home alone, she’d experimented by spanking herself with her hairbrush. This turned her on more than being with a man.

So how could she explain this to a potential partner, let alone her friends? How would they understand that rather than having sex, she’d prefer to just get a spanking? Read more »

mommy massages your prostate

Every day Mommy crawls into my bed, sticks her hand in my pants, and slides a finger into my butthole. She’ll whisper into my ear while I ask her to stop until it’s done. Except this morning.

Since I’ll be returning to college and our family reunion is coming up, Mommy says privacy is a luxury I can no longer afford. She has elected to begin exposing the way she forces me to orgasm to friends and family in case it becomes necessary or convenient, starting with my older sister

When I came downstairs, mommy told me to present myself to her so I removed my pants and underwear. My penis hung between my legs as I bent over the table across from my sister. She was eating breakfast and was less than enthusiastic about being Mommy’s first witness beyond the schadenfreude of my humiliation

As I did, mommy spread my cheeks apart and I felt the cold sensation of lube being applied to my asshole. My sister looked at my penis resting on the table, erect for all my protests. She laughed when a soft moan escaped as I felt the chilly finger probe inside my anus Read more »

The OnlyFans Girl, Part 2 (MF, Slow Burn to FWB, Romance, Polyamory/Polygamy)

*Part 1 can be found [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wm1o25/the_onlyfans_girl_part_1_bg_slow_burn_lots_of/)*

*When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. This story was originally written in small chapters, of which 6-10 are presented here.*

**Chapter 6**

“Well hey there,” the secretary said, turning and beaming you and Sabrina with a big smile and splash of Southern drawl. She was blonde, with a bob haircut that was just starting to get too long, and when she smiled she showed a real set of chompers, beaming bright white.

Sabrina, who had started the conversation, abruptly turned to you with a smile instead of answering.

“Oh, hi,” you said, stepping forward. “We’re interns with Blake, Meyer and Associates. We’re supposed to have an appointment to perform employee surveys?”

“Ah,” the secretary said, her smile dropping a bit. She gestured over to “Alright. Well, why don’t you two grab a seat and we’ll see about figuring things out for you.”

“Thanks,” you said, and she nodded a reply and began typing on her computer. Read more »

From passion to pain, part 37 [M][F] (age gap) (BDSM)

Technically speaking, Ally wasn’t restrained; however, the two pairs of chopsticks that were rubber banded together to form rudimentary vices on her nipples did restrict her movements a bit. The caramel skinned brunette’s tight body moved and rippled hypnotically as she rocked her hips. Her movements were rhythmic and enticing as she switched from riding my cock in small circles to grinding against me like a wave. That wave was searching for connection – her clit to my pubic mound. Like a hungry animal looking to satisfy its hunger, Ally’s hips drove towards my stomach, faster, with more desperation. As though she was on fire and only the pleasure that shot from her clit to the rest of her body could extinguish the flames. Ally started panting and groaning, her hips became wild and her vagina started to move up and down my shaft, not in rythm, but in some unpredictable design, driven by the orgasm building in her gut. Her juices started to leak out in greater volume, my balls began to get slick from her lubricant and I could feel a wet spot growing underneath me. Ally became frustrated as the pressure she was searching for kept evading her. Finally, I took action and slapped both chopsticks simultaneously. I could practically follow the sensation through her body, as Ally’s nerves responded to the intensity of what had just transpired to her nipples. The gorgeous brunette cried out in pain, but her hips began to move even faster. I brought my hands to her incredible breasts and held them in place as Ally bounced on my dick. Every time she moved, her nipples were stretched from the bounce of her body, forming her beautiful face into a wince. I could sense she was close from the fervor of her movements, her moans, and the large amount of precum that soaked my cock and the bed. “Are you close, slut?” Ally’s words failed her, as all she could muster was “Please, master.” I obliged and began thrusting into her aggressively. Ally’s own movements slowed as my hips furiously attacked her pussy. Her moans escalated as I once again twisted her nipples and finally, I felt her tight tunnel clamps down around my cock. Ally spasmed and slumped over, her orgasm rippling through her and switching off her brain momentarily. Finally, she stirred, the pleasure releasing her brain once again. Read more »

Extra Support From New Colleague [M/F]

Eva looked up at the clock and was shocked to see the time. 7pm and she was still at work. For once she wasn’t the only one left in her office and she wasn’t desperate to get home. Tonight she had company.

Jake was contracted to work on a project with her, they had only been working a few weeks, but she found herself increasingly enjoying his presence in her office. She felt at ease around him and they bounced ideas off each other like they had worked together for years.

Eva felt relaxed. She placed her legs on the desk, not caring that her skirt slipped open a little, revealing her toned brown legs underneath. She yawns sleepily whilst talking. “It’s Friday. I think that’s probably enough for one week, great wo-” They were interrupted by a buzzing sound. Eva jumped up to reach for her phone. She placed it down, “Not mine.” Jake looked at his phone and then looked at Eva, with a perplexed look on his face. Read more »

You Weekend (Ff, bondage)

Still just getting started, would appreciate feedback!

** All characters are 18+ and consenting. **

When we first bought this house, we asked the seller what they were for. In the unfinished basement, large metal hooks hung screwed into the ceiling in regular intervals along the beams. The seller said that a past owner had used it as a workshop and stored tools on them. We both wondered what kind of workshop it was… because we had other ideas for those ceiling hooks.

It’s a you weekend, the last weekend of the month. Each month on this weekend, you are in complete control from the moment we get off work on Friday afternoon to 7:00pm on Sunday night (so we have time to get ready for the workweek ahead). You decide what we will do – and who, what, when, and where I will do and be done. You choose my clothes, my bedtime, my meals – I give you everything. The only way out is to safeword. Read more »

Anxiety (A Mother Son Story) Part 1.

This is a long story that will have several parts to it. Most of the story is fictional with some non-fiction details. I do not have the bandwidth to write these often so part 2 will come out sometime next week. Thanks for reading.

I didn’t even know when it started. It was slow to take over, from a simple leg twitch, to less and less sleep on a nightly basis. Anxiety was starting to consume me. I wasn’t quite sure why either. I had a lot on my plate but I was used to that. Being a high level executive at a national firm filled my life with pressure, deadlines, quotas, meetings, mergers… over and over again. But I was used to this. Home life wasn’t less challenging. With 2 kids under 3 years old, the second I got home I had to switch into dad mode. Making sure they eat dinner, cleaning up after dinner, playtime, shower time, bed time. It never stopped. Then I did my best to spend some time with the wife, watched some tv or read a book and did my best to fall asleep. As much as I wanted to sleep however, my mind would wander. I would think about work, or the kids, or how bad I was at golf, whatever it was, it would keep me awake for hours sometimes. Snoozing became my worst habit, I would cling onto every last minute of sleep I could get.I guess all of that had finally caught up to me. Read more »