collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Kinks: consensual non-consent, Predator/prey, corporal punishment, degradation, and Teacher/student.
A walk home for this female student quickly turns into a terrifying chase through the woods.
[Male dominant version](https://fetlife.com/users/6683894/posts/7190029)
[Female dominant version](https://fetlife.com/users/6683894/posts/7198729)
This is written as a part 1, but I don’t know when I will get to part 2
I had noticed the start of the changes 4 weeks ago, from the body of a slightly chubby 40 year old man, I was changed. My skin had gotten softer, my body hair was receding and my head hair was regaining old areas. My dick began shrinking and I began devaloping tits.
I don’t know how this happened, or why, but it has. I started calling in sick a week ago, when my breast became so sore that I couldn’t handle it. Thank god my wife was still visiting her family in Ireland.
This morning I woke up with my dick gone, replaced by a pussy that looked very real. I my first instinct to touch it send ripples through my body as I experienced a pleasure so intense that it almost hurt.
I continued touching myself and tried to think of my wife, but I couldn’t, she was not sexually attractive to me anymore. My mind went to Fred over and over again, he was a young coworker, maybe 23 or so, who had started working in the company about 6 weeks ago. He was tall, muscular and had full black hair.
I’m 6’2, young guy with broad shoulders. I’ve always fantasized about having sex with an older woman and my wish came true. This is a true story which I am about to narrate and as it is my first, go easy on me.
Let me give you a layout of the sex club, the ground floor is where the bar is and next to that a pole for pole dancing and the DJ booth above which there is always porn playing, there’s an outside pool as well an indoor hot tub which I have used from time to time.
This was the first time I have seen a woman naked and there were a lot of naked women at the club since it was clothing optional and you were allowed to have sex where ever you want. When I was in the pool I saw a couple making out in front of me, he was fingering her pussy furiously to an orgasm. I was really turned on and started stroking my cock watching them.
The alleyway was filled with purple lights flaring against the water-lathered ground. The sky had been drizzling since Zack opened this morning, but now— it was almost pouring. The other shops on his row were closed. They had been for a few hours now. The rest of the street rested in a barren state.
Zack locked the door and made his way toward the parking tower. He took a quick glance down to check his credit pad, then looked up. He squinted, peering into the shadow between two buildings. He took a set of delicate steps as he passed the tangential alley, then sent himself into a jog in the direction of the tower.
Zack took a quick peak back at the shadowed alley.. nothing. He was a bit of a worrier, and at this time of night, he had good reason to be. The streets of the Ultra District were a breeding ground for gangs. They basically ran the place. But fortunately, the street behind him was completely empty— and quiet, save the pitter-pattering rain.
”Doctor Motram, 5374…Doctor Motram, 5374”
Greg woke up halfway as he felt the warm nude body of Allison Motram rise up to answer the hospital paging. He spiraled back down into sleep in less than a minute. He started to dream, he was in bed with Roberta, they’d just come home from cock teasing another big hunk, she was on fire with lust. He knew that the idea of leaving her latest victim with a set of aching blue balls made her crazy with lust. She was very quickly naked, diving under the covers. His cock was rock hard, he felt a hot, wet tongue licking at him, her hot, wet mouth quickly followed, sliding down his pole. She clamped her soft lips around his cock, pulled back, then thrust down again. Oh man, Roberta was an excellent cock sucker, and his cock was quickly building up a juicy load.
*(This is a bit of a continuation from my previous church related story)*
My boyfriend and I had been dating for about 3 months and hardly ever had time alone. We both still lived at home and had busy schedules. I was just beginning college and he was near graduation. In addition to our studies, we both worked part time.
We attended the same church and always sat next to or near each other during service. As an unmarried couple, we felt scrutinized by the elders of the church. We were often invited to pre-marital counseling sessions and would receive unsolicited relationship advice.
While we cared about each other, we were still just dating and not exactly serious. We normally studied together, hung out at the park and spent time with friends. On the rare occasion that we were alone, we would do what all young couples did, have sex.
We didn’t have the luxury of slow, passionate sex so it was normally fast and intense. We didn’t always have intercourse because sometimes we just needed to get each other off. Since his younger sister was my best friend, I’d sneak into his room during sleepovers after their mom went to sleep and we’d fool around until just before everyone woke up the next morning. Our relationship wasn’t a secret but not many people knew that we were sexually active as opposed to saving ourselves for marriage.
There are rare moments in which an entire experience feels as if it were carefully scripted by some etherial observer. This was one of those evenings where hours of training, months of romantic dynamic growth, an ideal mood, and even my own thoughts and reflections were all pulled together to create a lasting memory.
Once again, this has been hastily written up on a phone in some limited free time so I apologise for error and frankly not my best writing.
This will be the second and final part of this brief recollection, beginning from the moment the focus shifted from mutual connection in our kinky natures, to the expression of the hunger and thirst a dominant man has to control and ravage the woman he desires.
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“The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an ugre. A homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it’s almost impossible to stamp out.”
Almost.
I will admit that it was only upon later reflection of the evening recollected here that these words of Plato came to mind and tied so nicely, not only to my thoughts earlier that evening, but to the experiences which followed.
You pull up to the motel I sent you – it is a midscale place, a bit rundown, but not a fleabag special. You park the car, then check your phone – room 119 is where you are meeting me. It is on the ground floor; in fact you can see it from your parking stall, three doors down.
You sit in your car and breathe heavily, your heart racing, not sure if you are ready to meet me. I have been your owner for months, but only online. From the thought of what I might do to you — brutal anal, nipple torture, sanding down your cunt so your folds are raw — your cunt is dripping, but your common sense is wondering if this is a good idea.
Finally, you take a deep breath and get out of the car, bang the door shut behind you, and walk down the building to 119. As you can walk you can feel the plug in your ass, the plug that I have you keep in your ass all the time when your husband isn’t around. He knows you play around — you have an open relationship — but you’ve never told him you’re owned.
A couple of years ago I (24) was dating a girl (22) and she just moved in to a new place. It was a basement room, she shared the house with two other girls who were saying in the rooms at the floor level. After the first weekend she moved in she threw a housewarming party, all of her friends were invited and so was I. This was the first night I met most of her friends, and things were going very well. We were all having a laugh as the drinks were flowing. As the night progressed everyone was enjoying themselves, as they should at a party, until the time came most people went home.
As discussed prior to the party I would be sleeping at her place, but her twin sister would also be staying with her. The basement was large enough to let her sister sleep on the other side of the room, so she wouldn’t be too close to us. We all got ready for bed, and within a few minutes we heard her sister snore a bit so we knew she was a sleep.
[Note: First time I really take the time to write an erotic story, so it’s with some apprehension that I share it with you! Also, English is not my native language, so I apologize if some turns of phrase seem strange or if there are mistakes/typos.]
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You both approach the skyscraper, it seemed immense from afar, but once at its feet, its height makes you light-headed. In front of you stand three elevator shafts, all completely glassed in, rising up into the sky. He stands at your side, calm and confident, his presence is imposing, both intimidating and reassuring. He is more taller than you, he dominates you with his stature as well as his aura. His hand holds your wrist, with a firm but gentle grip to assert that you are his, at all times. His touch and pressure on your skin electrifies you. He walks with you into the middle glass elevator. The moon hangs in the sky, the night enveloped the town, making it eerily quiet. The city lies as far as the eye could see, its myriad of light creates a complex glowing web, meandering along the streets. This bright embroidery flickers, sparkles, like a luminous and incandescent pulse. They are its breath, the city never sleeps. As the doors close shut, a slight shiver runs through you as you continue to reflect upon the scene. The glazed space is filled with moonlight, your bodies are touched by its gleam. A smooth glow comes from the ceiling’s neon lights. He is next to you, his hand caresses your neck. He presses one of the buttons and the elevator slowly begins its ascent. You gaze out across the city, leaning against him, you embrace the moment.