Strange Saturday (body swap, incest)

Now available for free on my blog:

[Strange Saturday](https://www.loubealysfetisherotica.com/2021/07/strange-saturday.html) commissioned by anonymoose

“Sarah and her mother Annie are enjoying a nice weekend together when Annie suddenly starts acting very strange. She starts to act very flirtatious and inappropriate way with her daughter. Sarah goes along with it at first, as she suspects her mother is playing some kind of prank but eventually suspects that, as crazy as it sounds, the creepy neighbor kid may have something to do with her mom’s sudden change.”

Contains flirtation between mother and daughter but no sex.

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Isabella: Used and Abused [PART 4] (MF, dub-con, non-con, BDSM)

**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**

*About Author: 21, F, Uni student, Australia*

PART 4

Isabella used her favourite scrunchie to tie her hair into a high ponytail and sprayed a bit of perfume on her collarbone and wrists, all whilst taking deep, measured breaths. It was her pre-exam ritual – a bit silly, she admitted, but it always helped to calm her nerves before a big assessment. Today, she wasn’t anxious about the final exam – she was guaranteed a High Distinction even if the pages were completely blank.

An abnormal obsession

I was twenty three when I got married. My husband tried everything he could think of to give me orgasms but I didn’t have my first one until four years later. Chris and I divorced after two years. I spent the next two mostly working and helping my sick father as much as I could. 
 
A girl friend from high school had somehow gotten into erotic dancing at private parties and started her own business. Linda was doing really well with her business and had three employees. They mostly did birthday and bachelor parties but occasionally she would get a job for one of the many corporations here in Portland. 
Between Linda and her three employees they were doing as many as five parties a day and sometimes more on weekends. 
One night we were visiting and she offered me a job and promised that I could make at least three times the money I was making at my current job. 
 
I attended a couple of parties with her to check it out and see if I really wanted to give it a try. 
 
As Linda had explained would happen, I was hit on by several men at both parties. To be honest it was kind of exciting. I enjoyed the attention to say the least after the long dry spell I had been going through. 
 
I spent three days learning from Linda and her girls. They all agreed that I was ready as we sat having drinks at a bar one evening after they had all finished their separate parties. 
 
The next morning Linda spent several hundred dollars on me at Victoria’s secret. I was more than nervous as we drove to my first gig.
 Linda called a number she had been given when we pulled up in front of the house. A minute later one of the five garage doors opened. A handsome man came out and introduced himself. Travis Taylor.
He asked Linda to pull her car into the garage. 
 
 It was a surprise, poolside, bachelors party in the back yard of a beautiful three story home. I was glad to see that only about fifteen guys were there. 
As planned, Linda and I just hung out in the garage, hidden from everyone until the bachelor arrived. They had only paid for one dancer but Linda must have felt my appreciation. She laughed at me as she pulled a few things out of that big bag of a purse she always carried. She changed into the sexiest outfit I had ever seen her in as she giggled, hiding behind a Corvette. 
 
Just as she had changed and stuffed her clothes into the bag, Travis came in and announced that the Bachelor had arrived. It was his twin brother Terry. Travis pointed him out as we all peeked through a slightly open door leading into the back yard.
Before we went out, Travis asked if we both would be willing to just spend a couple of hours flirting with all the guys but to pay special attention to Terry. He offered an extra five hundred dollars on top of the five he had already agreed to. 
I got kind of tickled because Linda was going to dance for free just to take the edge off for me. 
 
Linda and I opened the door and walked around the pool with little covering our tits. Butts smoothly swaying as we slowly made our way to where Terry was standing with his back to us.
He blushed when all his friends laughed as Linda knelt behind him and ran both hands up the inside of his legs. 
The laughter took the edge off everyone. We were being paid to flirt and tease. To be totally honest, it ended up being the most fun I had had in a years. It was a different kind of fun than I had ever had but none the less, it was over the top for me.
I was totally amazed at how many of those guys would get bulges in their pants just from being able to look at my breasts with only the nipples covered and make comments about them, or compliment me on my ass or legs. 
 I literally had to go to the bathroom and wipe my own juices from between my lips twice, for fear of leaking and having it run down my leg.
 
After about an hour and half, one of the guys pulled me aside. He said that all the friends had agreed to pitch in and offer Linda and I each a grand if we would give Terry a blowjob and one for Travis for throwing the party. 
I walked around the pool to where Linda was laughing and flirting with Terry. I whispered in her ear and explained the offer. 
She only winked at me as she turned her attention back to Terry. I watched her kneel down in front of him, unzip his pants and pull out his cock right there in front of everyone. 
He didn’t argue one bit as he sipped his beer and just let her have her way with him.
 
I turned around and spotted Travis walking towards us with the rest of the guys.
My heart was pumping so hard I could feel it in my ears. I waited for him to get close then I walked up to him. With all the guys standing close watching, I knelt down on my knees in front of him. 
 
He reached down and offered his hand, motioning for me to stand back up. He put his arms around me and leaned close. Whispering in my ear, he asked, “Do you do this often?” 
 
I answered back, “I’ve never done this, this is my first party.”
 
He said, again in whisper, as if telling a secret.
“Do you know that if this goes any farther I’m going to throat fuck you until I cum?”
 
I felt something stir in me that I had never felt in my life. I had given Chris blowjobs many times in the two years that we were married. They were always slow and sensual. I had never heard the term throat fuck. 
I knelt back down and slowly unbuckled his belt, never taking my eyes off his. He stood still, his blue eyes seemed to be smiling as we stared into each others eyes. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. He never moved as his pants dropped to his ankles. The crowd of guys seemed to disappear in my mind, there was nothing but the sound of my heart beating. My fingers shook as I slowly pulled his underwear down. Our eyes still locked on each other’s.
I let my gaze drop as I set his gorgeous cock free. 
 
After a moment of looking at it, I looked back into his eyes. He watched me seductively lick my lips, they parted and I opened my mouth. 
I looked back down at his cock as he slowly grasped it in his hand. “Look at me!” He said in a tone different from his normal voice. 
 
I locked eyes with him again and felt the big, soft head of his cock slip into my mouth. 
Closing my lips around it, I watched his hands gently grasp the sides of my head. The cock began slowly moving back and forth over my tongue, drool began to trickle from the corners of my mouth. 
I felt the cock growing harder as it seemed to be inching it’s way to the back of my throat. 
 
“Take a deep breath and hold it!” I heard him say.
I drew a deep breath through my flaring nostrils. His spread fingers squeezed my head, he pulled me up slightly and tipped my head down just a little. his cock pushed past my tonsils. It seemed we both were surprised that there was no gag reflex. 
He began a gentle fucking motion that now pulled out then back in past my tonsils. My eyes began to water, tears trickled down my cheeks. He pulled out, “Breathe!” He said. 
 
I drew in another deep breath. He held my head tight, the fucking resumed. Another breath was demanded then without any warning I felt his cock sliding down my throat until my face was smashed into the soft flesh that covered his pelvic bone. He held me still for a moment, unmoving, his cock pulsed in my throat, it seemed to be growing longer. 
He pulled out, I frantically exhaled then drew in a breath. My vision was blurred with tears. The cock was shoved back down my throat. I tried to concentrate. I counted numbers in my mind to keep from getting frantic. 
My world was fading quickly. He yanked out, I gasped, he shoved back in.
My body began to tremble, I didn’t realize that I had my hand between my legs. 
The cock was literally fucking my mouth, my throat, his balls slapping my chin. I began to quiver all over. I was feeling like my toes were stuck in light sockets, I was being electrocuted, I forgot about breathing, I listened to my own whimpers, my fingers digging into my own cunt.
He yanked out, I heard him telling me to breathe. I don’t remember doing it. I do remember the most wonderful feeling exploding through my body that I had ever felt in my life as the cock was shoved back into me. The fucking grew faster and harder. I was clawing at my cunt. Everything came to an abrupt stop, everything except the pulsing cock. I felt it pulsing, I heard Travis grown, I felt warm cum pumping deep in my throat. 
Still my body shook and trembled uncontrollably. I was cuming for the first time in my life and it was the most profound experience to date. It was my first and only day on the job. I moved in with Travis a couple weeks later and getting throat fucked is still the only way I can get off. It’s an abnormal obsession I guess.

Alice in chains pt.3 [Mf][BDSM][NonCon][OC]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nnsz11/closing_shift_mmfnoncon_fantasybdsmpart1/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o1g41f/alice_in_chains_part_2/)

Alice wailed for help. Her scream scraped at her dry throat and dissapated into the empty beige hills. She heaved a breath in and begged into empty air at the top of her lungs until she saw stars at her visions edge.

“Let it all out love. Even if someone heard and came to help you,” The man tapped a gun on the side of the van. “you’ll just have gotten them killed for no reason. Or if it’s a woman. In the same situation as yourself.” The taller and more in charge of captors said.

“Not that we’ve ever, found any women roaming out here. Except the ones we lost track of.” The shorter man was by no means small and much larger than his companion in every other dimension

Both men had raped her twice now. Together the store last night, a time that seemed so long ago now. Then in their van while they took turns driving and with her. Their cum had leaked out of both her ass and vagina and stuck there dry. They dragged her out of the back of the van and set her on her feet. She wobbled and tipped but their hands were there propping her up.

An Uneasy Proposition [MF][Dom/Sub][Blackmail] Part 2

All characters are 18+. Please leave your comments and feedback below! Thanks!

**P.S.** the bold and italicized text is someone’s thoughts/inner monologue, but can also be external actions.

Here is the background. This is a fictional story.

**Jessica**: F21. Main female of the story. 5’2″, blonde, c cup, petite, slender, athletic, great ass. Slutty at times, but loyal.

**Ben**: M18. Main male of the story. 6’1″, athletic build, brown hair, Kelly’s boyfriend.

**Kelly**: F18. Jessica’s younger sister. 5’4″, blonde, c cup, carefree, Ben’s girlfriend.

**Setting**: *Jessica and Kelly’s house*

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*A flawed invitation*

Jessica came down to enjoy a light dinner with her sister and Ben as the three ate pizza and then moved to the living room to watch a movie. Ben and Kelly were curled up together on one end of the couch, Kelly’s head under Ben’s chin as she was more so pressed against his chest, while Jessica sat curled up at the other end towards the edge of the sofa, leaving her butt and feet facing Ben and Kelly. Ben couldn’t help but glance over at her from time to time, wondering how Jessica managed to text him instead of her boyfriend.

[OC] [MF] The Queen of Tehran Pt. 1 [NSFW]

As the morning passes, I am still waiting for her text. Why won’t she respond like she usually does?
Quick to reply, quick to quip, quick to poke fun. What is the game? I have no choice but to play this cool. It’s now the afternoon and I am still waiting. I take the spare time to study and research: ‘How to properly make her cum.’ Angles, motion, and intensity. I think I have it down. My mouth can do wonders, my hands are quick to explore, but my dick is driving me. I call her, still hard from the porn.
“Hey babe, I thought we were going swimming today? I was hoping to get you wet soon.”
“Why are you waiting then, you were supposed to be here hours ago.”
I quickly rush to put the house together, dog and cat fed and watered, dishes done, laundry put away. I grab my helmet, jacket and gloves; start the bike her warm up before I pin her. A normal 45 minute drive is now cut in half. Weaving in and out of traffic to get to her most prized possession. I arrive downtown and park the bike. She hears me pulling around the corner, but she still waits for my call.
“Babe, I’m here, let me in so we can both cum.”
She arrives in nothing but a towel barley covering her bathing suit, wet from just exiting the pool. She embraces her drenched body against mine. As if she’s trying to dry herself off on me. She takes my hand starts to leads me to her penthouse. While in the elevator, my hands won’t stop. I brush her hair to the side and let my fingers gently slide down the outline of her shoulder, leading to her lower back. Kissing and licking her neck. My hands cupping her buttocks, I cop myself a feel. She’s wet already. I taste her and grunt with excitement.
“I need you now!”
The elevator suddenly opens. My heart stops as another tenet faced us attempting to use the elevator herself. I know she heard us, I can feel it. “Why was that so hot,” She asks. I grab her waist and lead her to the apartment. She’s ready for me now, but teases me instead. Her hands brush the head of my penis. “I want you now, but my friends are waiting downstairs. Let’s start the BBQ and go for a swim?” My hands still wanting to explore, grab her neck with slight pressure, and I lean in to kiss her, “Your friends can wait, I cannot.” She starts to unbuckle my belt, “you want to feel how wet I can get?” My dick is telling me, “she’s about to blow you, stay cool.” She pulls down my pants and tosses me a pair of shorts, “I’ll be downstairs after you change”. She runs out the door with my dick hard as ever. She wants it, but she really wants a big explosion.

Prom Night

It was the college prom night. For those who don’t know what a prom night is, it’s basically a night where guys have to get themselves a date in order to go to a dance party. No date, means no entry.

It’s a huge tradition in West!

I was the youngest member of my college cultural team. And our team was assigned this event with a great budget. And since this was new for everyone around, they were excited to prepare for it.

My senior, Myrah, asked me to take care of the Music system and decorations and marketing about the event happening.

I immediately started off on my part, got the flyers and posters made for the prom and started handing them out, meanwhile all the decorative things were ordered and the DJ was also selected.

Myrah was supervising my each and every action. I went on personally to talk to many students around the college to tell them about the event in order to make sure, that minimum half of the college is going in.

Humiliating Confessions: Part Six

The 3:15pm bus is usually filled with people during the week. The city added an additional line then opened this week before the big tourist weekend. I was fortunate that the bus was not as busy as it could have been.

We all decided to go to the parade and then a concert, but even more importantly we decided to take acid.

We all had done acid before and we felt like we were safe and responsible enough by this point, to do more.

We took 3 tabs each at 2pm and planned on taking my usual 3:15pm bus.

The acid started to kick in and we all were slowly losing our minds.

We got to the bus and were all dripping in sweat, over stimulated and tripping face.

The bus had about 15 people on it. We had a 40 minute ride due to traffic.

The acid starting hitting in past the point we all had experience with. I started to get really really warm and sweating a lot. I started panicking and asking if anyone else was warm. My friends said I need to be more quiet, I’ll be ok and I can take off my shoes if I’m warm.

[FF] [college] [friends to lovers]

Originally (and perhaps too eagerly) posted to r/lesbianerotica. I’ve made some minor corrections and tweaks after proofreading.

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Months of quarantine sitting hunched over a laptop- and without a proper desk- had done a number on my body. I found myself readjusting my posture far too often. Changing my sitting position from cross-legged to sidesaddle could mean getting a serious cramp in my side. Before the pandemic, my best friend Monica and I were always saying how we should get together to do yoga. We both still had the mats we’d used in a yoga class a few semesters ago. Maybe it was time to hit her up.

I hate calling people- it’s already hard for me to keep a conversation going in person. But Monica loves to talk, and I could listen to her all day. She’s so expressive, both verbally and nonverbally. I wish that level of expression could come naturally to me, but that’s the struggle of being autistic. Monica’s easy to talk to, though. I FaceTime her. 

The ringer starts and loops a few times before her face appears. 

“Heyyy, what’s up Jess?” Then she gasps and says, “I love your hair, it’s grown out so much!”