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Fictional Non Con Fantasy Male perspective (request from member)

Non Con by request (fictional)

It had been a rough day at work and I am heading home. At least I have the weekend to look forward to. Nope. A blow out on the highway. Just freaking great. At least I am not to far from a tire shop at the mall and there is a Chillis there as well. I can at least have a drink while my car is getting a new tire.

I pull into the tire center and they get me out of the car and get to work on it. I cant believe how fast these guys work. By the time I get into the office they already know what tire I need and are looking things up in the computer. They tell me it should be about an hour because they don’t have the tire at that store but they do have one at the store across town and it will take their guy that long to get there and back. Read more »

Girl in the mirror [Mf] [Teasing] [Dirty talk] [Edging] [Restraints]

“Look at her. Have you ever seen her this flushed and aroused?” she heard his voice coming from right behind her.

She looked at the mirror in front of her. There she sat on a chair, as beautiful as ever. Her hands cuffed behind her head, her cheeks redder than she could ever remember them being in, her face in a state of pleasure with a slight glow in her eyes and her naked skin, her legs spread wide, and pussy glistening as her body trembled from all the attention it had been receiving so far. She had never seen herself like that. As her eyes wandered around the body of the girl in the mirror, her mind replayed the events that led her to that moment. She always knew she was a submissive and wanted to explore that side of hers, but she was afraid. She had gone searching for the right person, someone who would gently lead her out of her shell, and when she met him, she knew he was the one. He proposed a game to her, a game in which he would tease her and edge her for ninety minutes before giving her permission to cum. She agreed to his term, a bit excited as he asked her to pick a safe word. And here she was now, in front of the mirror, her hands cuffed, and her pussy dripping down her thighs as his hands had been roaming all over her body for the past hour, as he used her trusty vibe to edge her multiple times. As her mind replayed the dirty talk they had done, she couldn’t help but blush. Read more »

my non con fantasy

100% fictional. I figure it’s time for me to contribute to one of my favorite subs. I appreciate you, fellow perverts ;)

It was the hair prickling up on the back of my neck
that told me he was standing there, watching me.
A glance confirmed it, and I acknowledged his presence with a nod

The small talk was light; I pretended to ignore the way he edged and maneuvered until he was standing right behind me.
My hand was sweaty on the handle of the broom when I felt his body heat on my back. His touch was careful and slow,
Taking me by the wrist, my pulse sped to hummingbird rates
and when I heard the soft click of the cuffs I flinched.

Breath ragged and flaming cheeks, I’m shaking so he takes just the smallest step forward, and his breath stirs the fine hairs on my neck.

I barely heard the broom hit the floor when he casually took my other hand and clipped the metal around it as well. Read more »

The Skirt [MF] [rough]

She was standing at the kitchen island, the groceries waiting to be put away. She was checking her phone, probably resetting the digital shopping list she used. It had been a long stressful day for him. Nothing had gone wrong at work, thing were going well in fact. Things were happening, which was what made it a long stressful day.

He looked at her for a moment. Her back wasn’t quite turned all the way to him. He could see her in about ¾ profile. That round ass, that tiny waist, those plump breasts swelling out of the low neckline of her t-shirt. She was wearing a short skirt. Not slutty short, but short enough to show off her legs. He loved that skirt. Just seeing her standing there, bear feet, hair tied up in a pony tail, totally unaware of him made him grin a very lustful grin.

Before he could notice him he came up behind her, pressing hard up against her. She started but didn’t move. She couldn’t. He had one hand wrapped around her throat and his other arm around her chest, his hand firmly grasping of her breasts. The feel of her nipples getting hard under his hand made him rock hard. He could feel her pulse quicken. He sniffed her neck in a primal display of pleasure. Read more »

Camping with the wife pt2

I didn’t plan on posting this but after getting so many people wanting me to send it to them I decided to just post it. Feel free to still DM me for additional details or a description of my wife to help imagine her in the story. Read more »

The Programming of 372 [NSFW][MindBreak][NonCon][BDSM][MtF]

CW – Should have FTM in the title, got my letters backwards!

Troy woke up in darkness. He felt groggy and disoriented. There was no light for him to see anything by, the darkness was so thick that he wasn’t even sure if his eyes were open and he blinked a few times to reassure himself that it was in fact dark.

As he started to stir he realized how cool his skin felt, the cold making his nipples perk up, he was naked. His arms were bound above him and his legs were bound apart at the ankles and the thighs. He was on something soft and plush that was warmed from his body heat.

“Hello?” He said tentatively into the darkness.

Immediately bright lights flashed on. Troy winced from the sudden assault of light, shutting his eyes and trying his best to turn away.

“Hello subject 372” A robotic voice reverberated around him. “You have been selected to test the limits of pleasure a human body can take, thank you for your cooperation, we will begin the mind breaking shortly”

“W-what?” Troy blinked looking around the room as his eyes started to adjust. Read more »

My (M50) birthday surprise from my niece (f18)

I have always been my nieces favorite uncle. I have always allowed her to be free and have very few rules when ever she visited or when I would watch her for my sister. She was always affectionate and would lay on me while I would read to her or we would watch TV together. As she got older her beauty shown through and her laughter always filled the room.

I was there for her graduation from high school. The summer after that she traveled around to see what she wanted to do with her life and if college was the right thing for her. She was always sheltered because her mom is super religious. So her summer trips were eye opening for her.

While she was traveling I returned to my little island paradise and got back to work. She called me and wanted to come visit me for a couple of weeks. I was surprised and always enjoyed her company so the answer was a yes. Besides the island can be a bit lonely. Read more »

From passion to pain, part 6 [M][F] (age gap) (BDSM)

“Thoughts on rimming?” Ally uttered the words as casually as any other morning greeting. But, it wasn’t any other morning greeting and my mind started spinning. I gave her the “one second” gesture and made a huge show out of stretching, yawning, and rubbing my eyes, trying to buy myself enough time to formulate an answer. “You’re never going to convince me that it’s possible to get truly clean down there. So, I’m going to politely decline out of cleanliness concerns.” I’m pretty sure Ally had already known what my answer would be, because without skipping a beat, she had a follow up. “Hmmmm…. what about receiving?” I could feel the smile playing on her face, even if the cup she was sipping from concealed her expression. I stroked my beard pensively, before I spoke. “I’m… not going to make you. But, I’m also not going to stop you.” Ally extricated her tight body from the chair and slipped over to me, “That works.” She declared simply, sealing it with a peck on my cheek. I watched her sashay back to the fridge, mouth slightly agape once again. Somehow, she managed to make a 10 foot walk across the house sexually charged and many times more intense than it should be. She must have felt my eyes on her perfectly juicy ass, because she turned to me with a fiery look, shaking her head gently. Read more »

For Him, With Love {M/F} {Chapter One}

Chapter 1

A Luxury Exam

Being broke was probably the most stressful thing a person could ever experience. My husband and I had avoided it for the first part of our marriage, but sometimes financial stability was anything but stable. We had done what we could to make extra money, even going as far as selling our own blood. When we were told about another option it was both too good to be true and a bit… scandalous. I was shocked when I heard about the lucrative annual event, especially when given details, but the longer I weighed my options, the more excited I became.

So far, I didn’t know much. I just knew that it was an auction and I was going to be the product. It was strangely thrilling to go to the required medical exam. I had never been in an office as luxurious as this one. As I waited I was served the most delicious and pleasantly sweet champagne by the young, slim-thick receptionist who looked to be fresh out of high school and only there to be attractive. Much like the tasteful decor. It wasn’t long before I was brought to the cozy examination room by a nurse who diligently began taking my vitals after I sat on the cushioned table as directed. She was a stunning woman, much like the receptionist but wore a wellfitting, dark blue scrubs and looked far more mature. Silky black hair hung freely as she worked and her top showed a suspicious amount of cleavage for the workplace. The woman was actually really good at soothing my nerves, chatting with me through the quick checkup. Read more »

The Red Thong – a dirty dominatrix story

He was there as she’d instructed. He looked afraid even from this distance. His hands were still gripping the steering wheel, bone white. He must have been very cold since she’d denied him the privilege of clothes and had purposefully made him wait half an hour longer than arranged.

Tonight she was bedecked in a long leather coat. A favourite of hers and oh so wickedly vampish. She walked over, the heels of her thigh high boots clicking sharply as she considered his misdemeanour and what she had planned for him. Harsh his punishment maybe – but he deserved it. He was lucky she wasn’t letting him go. Stealing from a Domme was bad enough, but lying as well was a very serious offence.

She flung open the car door.

‘Don’t turn around,’ she snapped, cuffing his head. ‘Eyes forward.’

‘Yes Mistress.’

He obeyed, his shaggy blonde hair trembling around his face.

‘Did you bring them?’

‘Yes Mistress.’

‘Then give,’ she said coldly. Lena held out her hand and he rummaged around in the side door to retrieve a red studded pvc thong.

She snatched them back and eyed him thoughtfully. Read more »