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Midnite Vienna: Chapter 3 [MF/MM/FF]

Chapter 3- Cross-Eyed Mary

(Warning: Contains heavy themes of Mind break and N*n-C*ns*nt)

An hour later Reilly was back in Laines office, red-faced and mortified at what had just happened. Laine, and a male officer Reilly hadn’t met yet were laughing at her embarrassment. Reilly’s face was in her hands. Worse then the embarrassment was how horny she was. She had never felt it this intense in day to day life, let alone immediately after having sex. The feeling had her constantly shifting in her seat. It made her wonder where her new slave had run off to.

“Im surprised you’re acting this way, you didn’t even flinch once he was in front of you” Laine smiled and leaned back

The male officer nodded along. He was a big man, and a full foot taller then Reilly. His body was like a bodybuilders, probably done to reel in rogue telepaths. Reilly was more of a dad bod kind of girl, but she could appreciate a bicep that large.”I know Laine said go with the flow, but most officers that act that naturally don’t give a shit about who’s watching them” Read more »

The girl in the yellow dress [MF]

She’d always been a bit quieter than her friends, often preferring her own thoughts to idle conversation. Her imagination was vivid. She’d conjure up intricate fantasies to pass time. Living in a small town, she could never really experiment with guys. People talked too much. She didn’t want to feel ashamed of her desires, if they were to get out.

She’d find solace under the covers. Laying down early at night, the silky sheets against her skin, as she allowed her mind to run free. Her hands would slowly explore her body, running her delicate fingers on her neck and collarbone, working her way down ever so slowly. She’d let some of the darkness overcome her, wanting to give herself to some unknown figure. Taking all he wanted. She felt her sweet little folds start to get wetter, after the first imagined touch on her skin. Needing his large hands to take control, as she felt giddy and nervous, unsure of what’s to come, but knowing she’d do all she could to please. Hours would pass, as she would enslave herself to fulfilling the desires of this unknown man. She wordlessly promised him her body, knowing she was all his. And then, after several climatic moments, she’d adjust and be back to her usual self, swept up in thoughts of her tedious life. Read more »

Vanna at Parrot Island [F][Fantasy][Non-con][Plants]

The sky was wide, without a single cloud to mark the vast blue expanse. Vanna resented it. The sun hung in it low and heavy; a seething ball that held her in its’ death-grip gaze. She pulled at heavy oaken oars with worn arms, dipping them deep into the mirror-still surface. She’d repeated these same motions over days now, and they taken a harsh toll on even her well built musculature. *What a cruel joke*, she thought, to be surrounded by water and dying of thirst. But she had sailed the sea before, and knew well the dangers in drinking from it. Instead, the sea mocked her, the glistening pane of blue unbroken in the windless day, reflecting the sun’s torturous visage from below so she was afforded no shelter from it. Still she dipped her oars deep into it. She bent low her bronzed shoulders, marked with lash-scars. Her strength had faded long ago, but she knew every moment spent resting was simply a moment spent dying. Read more »

The second Os

Okay my luv, listen up. And don’t read this email at work around anyone!

You said you want to feel me cum. Trust me when I say again, it’s not always easy for me. I have to lose myself pretty damn completely. Are you sure you’re ready for that? My body is definitely more susceptible at times. But, it’s gonna be hard work and it’s gonna be messy.

So, let’s just go there already…

Here is what I want. It has to be period sex. The first or second day when I’m super sensitive and swollen everywhere. Yeah… still with me? I assume. I do hope. Anyhow.

Let’s start this with the kissing. God, the kissing. Open me up and begin to feel the inside of me starting with my mouth. See how hot I am inside? See how my tongue is eager to wrestle yours? Let me take you in starting with this taste. My body is awakening. Read more »

Midnite Vienna: Chapter 2 [MF/MM/FF]

Chapter Two: Minstrel in the Gallery

(Warning: Heavy themes of Mind break and N*n-C*ns*nt)

While Reilly struggled to get through the rest of the files, Officer Laine was in her patrol car, parked across the street from a bar. The bar was named Midnite Vienna and definitely earned its title for the customers. Scantily clad women and feminine men danced at the windows, advertising and drawing in more customers. It was a popular hang out spot for psychics, as the owner forbid anyone to use their powers on eachother under his roof. More importantly, he had the power to enforce the rule, which was what brought Laine there that day.

The owner, named Calvin Thomas, looked exactly like the man in the recordings. Some psychics were powerful enough to change their appearances however, so further investigation was always necessary.

Laine looked at the bar with disgust. She was sure most if not all of the workers dancing in the windows were victims of Psychic powers. There was no way to prove this in court unless you had video evidence, and so she had to sit there and watch. The worst times were when she saw former officers parade themselves around, making it hard for her to not run up and challenge the owner to a duel right there. Read more »

A Rainy Night

It’s raining heavily outside and I hear the doorbell ring. I am baffled to hear it as it’s very late in the night and go to open the door. I open the door and see you standing on the other side, your top and jeans completely drenched. I am amazed to see you and as we exchange our greetings my eyes move downwards and freeze. The cold causes your nipples to stand erect and peer through the fabric of your top that is clinging to your chest. The wet top leaves nothing to the imagination as the outline of your boobs is very clear. You see me ogling them and smirk, allowing me to ogle them for another minutes before you call out my name, snapping me out of the trance that your boobs put me in. I stutter and reply yes, to which u jokingly ask whether I am going to invite you in or just keep checking you out. My cheeks grow red from embarrassment and I invite you in. You go by me and as you do, you rub your right hand at my crotch passing that infamous sly smile of yours making my cock twitch hard making me shudder. You feel it too and the smile on your face grows even bigger and you go into the studio apartment leaving me frozen on the door. I snap out of it, close the door and follow you inside. I offer you a towel, which u decline opening your bag to take out your own, yours eyes widening as u open it. I ask what’s wrong and you sheepishly reply that the chain must have been open bcoz of which all your clothes have become wet. But that’s not all and as you open your bag you notice that your entire stuff is drenched in water and not even your undergarments have been able to escape the water. The only thing that’s dry enough is to wear is a black lace thong that you recently bought to try it out. This revelation makes me chuckle and you become noticeably red in the cheeks. I start drying your hair with the towel which you take from my hand and I take my leave to put water on the kettle to make some hot coffee. I ask you to go to my room where I give you my blood red shirt to wear and leave to let you change your clothes. I forget my phone in the room and as I come back to grab it, I forget to knock entering the room to see you standing in front of me, wearing the thong and the shirt completely unbuttoned giving me a perfect view of your luscious breast. We both freeze looking at each other. My cock rises to full mast as the scene in front of my eyes is a sight to behold. Your wet hair open, the breasts peeking out of the shirt, the lace of your thong luring me to rip it apart and see what’s behind it. You start buttoning up, your movement unfreezing me yet again and I close my eyes, apologize and turn around to go out but then I hear,” stop! turn around, it’s okay.” I do and you are standing there with a smile and I notice you had stopped at the exact button which you were at when you turned around and with the smile button up the remaining of the shirt. And there I am dumbfounded, ogling every inch of you. Read more »

Midsummer story [Maledom]

It’s a Midsummer night. Pale sunlight beams through a cloudless sky. The air is still warm on this nightless night. People are drinking and dancing by the diminishing bonfire. The nature in Northern Finland blooms; willow trees are waving in the wind, building the mystical atmosphere, and the scorching heat of the day has replaced by a calm, fresh air. There’s definitely some magic in the air.

Saana is sitting and watching others, wearing a mysterious smile on her face. The wind makes her white, long summer dress caress her skin softly. She’s still breathing heavily for joining the dancing just a little bit earlier.

Saana is actually kind of anxious to go to bed. There was this ancient saying, that if girl gathers seven different sex toys under her pillow, a partner of her dreams appears. This was a first Midsummer when she surrendered to the superstitious traditions; she carefully picked seven of her favorite toys under her pillow. Even though Saana didn’t believe in the old saying, she still feels her panties getting wet by thinking about her toys. Hell, if that man doesn’t appear, I’m going to play with them myself, she thinks. She wishes everyone a good night and goes straight to her bed. Read more »

The Only Fertile Man Left in Existence Part 2

“How are you feeling this morning John?” Asked Dr. Faraday. I knew she meant that in a medical sense. She took her job as the head physician of the breeding project seriously. Without waiting for me to respond she approached me and inspected my genitals with her gloved hand. She held them with a physicians disinterest….examining my penis first, followed by my testicles which she rolled between her fingers and lightly squeezed. She let them go and returned to taking notes on her clipboard.

Even in her current attire, which consisted of a lab coat and pant suit, Dr. faraday was an attractive woman. Her pale white skin contrasted sharply with her dark hair and eyes. I wouldn’t call her petite….more athletic. She’s tall and a bit lanky. If I had to guess I’d bet she was a swimmer in her earlier years. More than once, I’ve caught myself staring at the toned muscles of her back and shoulders in the gym. She’s got impressive strength. She’s religious about her exercise routine and our time in the gym often overlaps. Her toned ass looks perfect in the tight yoga pants she often wears. Read more »

How the World Works Now | [Post-apocalyptic] [Blackmail] [Blowjob] [Facefuck] [Swallow] [Rough] [Probably non-con]

*hey! it’s been ages since i posted a story… i’ve been super busy with other stuff in my life and just had no time to sit down and write! but i’m back with another rough non-con story! this one is actually* [*based off of a submission i posted*](https://www.reddit.com/r/CelebWouldYouRather/comments/o7zkeo/choose_your_postapocalyptic_harem/) *to* r/CelebWouldYouRather*… so please go check that out of you’re interested!*

***WARNING***: *like with most of my stories, this story contains themes of misogyny and rough sex. i do not condone the acts portrayed.*

I came across an abandoned grocery store. Like the rest of the city, it was empty and lifeless. I tried the door but it had been barred shut. Probably whoever owned the place had locked themselves inside when the rioting started. It hadn’t worked, as one of the storefront windows had been shattered by a brick. I leaned over and climbed in, careful not to cut myself on the jagged glass which remained in the frame.

The aisles had been stripped clean of anything useful. The canned food aisle looked as if a herd of charging buffalos had torn through it. Anything that had been left behind was strewn along the floor and some of the shelves had come loose. Read more »