[Incest] [F/d] Eating my husband from my step-daughter.

I’m 32, once divorced, remarried last year. My first husband didn’t want children and I did. I thought we would work it out between us once he had made the adjustment from dude to husband. Wrong: he obtained a vasectomy despite my intense objections. I got a divorce lawyer despite his. The judge was furious about the vasectomy and gave me a great settlement.

I started dating, but single guys in my age cohort were rare. I found Terry, a widower with children. Dating a middle-aged man with kids was everything I had heard – bad. They always tended to pull his attention away from me. He cancelled several dates we had arranged when one of his kids suddenly “didn’t feel well”. While we were dating they were generally cool and distant with me, but never impolite. I thought I understood them, seeing me as this new person who wanted to take some of their only parent’s attention from them. I wanted to make it work.

Reposting my Prison Glory Hole Fantasy in hopes others might be able to provide some ideas.

Any ideas you may have that might would help me on getting a group together would really be helpful.

This scenario keeps going through my head. I am not looking to get myself in legal trouble to go to prison. But, every once in a while or every other day, I fantasize about being in or at a prison and being able to set up a GLORE hole booth with multiple holes that would permit multiple me to put their junk through while trying to get my attention. I also like the idea that allows a person to put a hand in or somewhere to feel in control of my throat so they could really go as deep as they wanted and hold me while they tell me to swallow.

Of course my wish would be a bit selective toward a prison that holds a very long list of well hung men that would appreciate my wiliness to be of service. To give you further idea of what I think of, imagine about 25 guys step up first to get things started and mention the line behind them or crowd in the room is elbow to elbow wanting at my hole.

Star Wars The Old Republic Sith Inquisitor Erotic Fiction [F] [solo] [mast] [Star Wars] [sci-fi]

I have only gone over this once so it is not super polished and there might be an error or two. I always welcome any questions, comments and constructive criticism. If people like it I might write a bit more of the character. As always I hope you enjoy <3

The showers of the Academy’s dormitory refresher were blessedly empty mid day as Zovora took the opportunity to wash the grave dust of Tulak Hord’s tomb from her scarlet skin. When she had arrived several weeks ago the dormitory had been full to bursting but now there only a handful of student’s remaining. Well, in her group anyway. From what she had observed and heard the slave groups had a much higher attrition rate than the others. She leaned forward into the water and rested her hands against the wall as she arched and stretched in the steaming warmth of it.

Bred at the Glory Hole [MF] (Fictive Story) (Breeding, Glory Hole)

Tags: Breeding, Consensual Impregnation, Glory Hole, Cum fetish, Dirty Talk, cum slut, blowjob ,ball sucking, ball worship, cock worship, fuck toy, objectification, Consent of both

Description: She has everything. A stable job with big salary, great friends and a big beautiful house. There’s only one thing missing, her own child. And she will receive it through fulfilling her biggest, lifelong fantasy: Getting bred by a strangers cock.

Warning: this is a bit weird. Especially weird for vanilla readers. Even for non vanilla readers. For example cock worship isn’t just a simple blowjob. I hope you still enjoy. If you liked my writing, please let me know in the comments. Writers live from feedback and I just began writing erotica. Thanks!

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Second Things Second [FM] [eager] [coming in clothes] [eating out—multiple ways] [cunnilingus]

It’s only afternoon, but the bright English sun is giving out as we climb off the ice, wobbly-legged but laughing—me, at your unwilling attempt, and you, at me—and wander off back in the way of my flat.

Somewhere in between your rambling, you slip your hand into mine, as if I’d ever not notice your heartbeat in your fingers in mine. I clasp it gratefully, and in a mulled-wine-induced fright of courage, bring your arm up and around my shoulder. Your eyes widen, then immediately crease with joy, which you clumsily try to obscure with a story about so-and-so someplace back in time.

I don’t share your ability to “play it cool,” so I stop in the middle of the street and pull you down to me, snogging you senseless in the middle of the South Bank, to several huffs from passing strangers. When I finally take my tongue from between your lips to give you some air, you simply hug me to your chest and tuck your chin above my head.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, little one.”

As if to confirm, I lick a stripe up your neck. “OI.” You pull away to chastise, “Not out in the open!”

The Rabbit Hole Chapter 5 [FF] [First Time] [Hypnosis] [Sissy] [Feminization] [Trans]

**Chapter 5: Joanna**

**Nadia**

The phone rang on the other end and went to voicemail. Nadia knew it would before she heard it. It had the last seventeen thousand times, it would when she checked again tonight, and again tomorrow morning.

Penny was gone.

Luckily, the confusion and sting were wearing off. Now, Nadia felt a blooming concern. Unlike Joe, Penny didn’t have some magical status appear that explained where she was. Bucky the Butler told Nadia that Miss Penny was in Europe. That’s all she got. Penny cancelled all her foreseeable shows and appointments.

Nadia made a ritual of calling Penny’s personal number twice a day: once in the morning and once at night. She stopped bothering to call the penthouse. She had learned to loathe Bucky the Butler’s voice. Two months of his nasally requests for her to stop calling were too much. Penny would return. She couldn’t be gone forever. She would come back, and Nadia could tell her the good news.

Guns and glory

I’ve been running my husband’s gun shop for a few years when I opened my own business out of the restrooms. It’s his fault he left me alone with all these country men with big pistols in their pants. I’ve always been a flirty bubbly person, so running a store was a natural use of my talents. I can sweet talk the husbands and young bachelors into buying whatever I need to sell even if its it’s me. At first it started as a a pervy fetish I placed hidden cameras in the men’s restroom so I could see who was packing the largest caliber. I found several well hung men some older fat married men, a few muscled school boys, but my favorite was the young husbands and single men who worked their bodys for a living. There’s something about a man that has his entire body fully toned to throw hay bales, lift trailers, and climb phone poles. Soon I had my list of regulars that I would close in on. I flirted with them even more, letting my loose tshirts and thin bralette show how hard my nipples were. I would wear but plugs and egg vibrators so my ovulating pheromones would fill the store when they came in. I finally made my move on my first target. He was a dad bod mid forties married man who my father-in-law knew from childhood. One day early in the morning when the fog hadn’t been cleared by the sun yet. He came in looking for some scent cover and some hot hands for his hunt that evening. I told him I would have to go to the back to get the scent cover if he could do me a huge favor and change the air freshener in the men’s restroom since I was too short to reach it. Sure thing he said and made his way into the restroom. I jumped into action going to the girls room. I had cut a hole behind toilet paper dispensers and pulled my side off then stuck my fingers throw and knocked the one off on the men’s side. I heard a what the fuck from him In the next room, and he made his way over to the stall. I placed two fingers through the hole and beckoned him over. He must have done this before because his pants wear off and a chubby soft cock slide through to my side. I felt a rush of hormones as I licked the top of his head and cock that I could get too. I could feel how warm it was as my breath smothered his shaft. I pulled my leggings down Nd began rubbing my clit through my panties I was soaked. Soon i was sailing my tongue around his head and filling my mouth with his dick. It soon got to wide for my mouth and I had to take it out. I stroked it spitting on it to keep it lubed up. I didn’t know if it would fit but I was fojng to try I pulled my panties down just below my butt and bend over backing up to the 7 inches of cock sticking through the hole the wall was 2 3/4 inches thick how could he be that massive. His head touched my lips and I thought I would cum just from the heat of it. I reached behind me grabbing my cheeks and spreading my ass for him to split me open. His head was thicker than a coke can, and it stretched my pussy as I slid deeper onto him. He slide past my g spot and kept going, he hit my cervix and pushed it deeper inside me. I could feel my organs shifting around making room for this horse sized cock that was about to use me. As soon as I felt my ass touch the wall he slide almost alm the way out just leaving the swollen head inside me. I gasped as the opening he left in me didn’t close automatically. He left a he in me that I could feel. It felt like it need to be filled. I squirmed on his dick head and reached under me to try and coax the cock out again. He was teasing me. Just barely sliding back and forth never getting g more than his head in me. I was desperate now. Please fuck me I said loud enough I know he heard me. As you wish he said. Then rammed all of his cock into me everything was pushed back aside and deeper inside me . I moaned and grunted as he continued his furious thrusting into me. I came then again then again then stopped counting. Soon he had me clenching on him squirting on the floor. I may have well been wetting myself with how much cum was flooding out of me. The more I came the more sensitive everything became. I thought I couldn’t take it anymore then I felt the throbbing. I felt like his pulsing dick was more powerful than my own heartbeat. I dont think I had any room left inside me, but his cum found every space available. I felt a rush of warmth from my gut through my back into my chest. I though he had broken something and was shooting his cum everywhere inside me. My womb was flooded with his seed it broke me. I shuddered and squirmed gasping as each tiny movement felt like another orgasm. The pressure form what felt like gallons of cum sealed inside me by his throbbing cock started you ease off as he started softening I could feel the cum running out of me a the way down inside my thighs to my feet. He finally pulled out and I turned around and sqauted confront of him. I licked his cock clean sucking every drop of our cum off of him and fingered the cum left inside me. It was puddling under me now, and I didn’t want to think about cleaning it up. Finally he pulled his cock away from me when he went completely flaccid. I looked through the hole and said the air is difently fresher now.

Becky Shapiro’s Slumber Party, part the second [Lesbian and a little incest] – This is what happens at EVERY slumber party, of course.

**This was another long one I had to break in half. See my other slumber party post for the beginning.**

By now, the forbidden interlude in the kitchen was over.

Though both Gwen and Sally would have dearly loved to continue their tryst and felt more than a little frustrated that they had to stop now, they also knew that they had to get Sally back down to the slumber party quickly.

The two women hurriedly climbed back into their clothes, trying to make sure that there was nothing at all about their appearance that would give away the fact that they had just been having sex. This necessary chore was made nearly impossible thanks to the fact that both women found it so very hard to keep her hands to herself, stealing plenty of kisses and copping many a feel.

Remembering that they had supposedly came up here to fetch some snacks for the party, Gwen rushed to get them out and pile them onto a tray as best she could. Sally had supposedly come up here to help with this, meanwhile, but she proved more of a hindrance than anything by constantly making grabs for her.

Becky Shapiro’s Slumber Party, part the first [Lesbian and a little incest] – This is what happens at EVERY slumber party, of course.

**Another long one I had to break in half.**

It was almost midnight on a Friday evening and all was dark on that tree-lined suburban avenue save for the periodic pools of light cast by the street lights.

It would be erroneous to say that all was quiet that evening, though.

From a certain ranch-style home standing behind a well groomed lawn, the throbbing beat of a rock ‘n’ roll song seemed to be dully reverberating up from underneath. It wasn’t loud enough to inspire any of the neighbors who were still awake to hear it to call the cops and complain, but it would certainly bring the owner of the home a couple of cutting comments tomorrow if it kept playing for much longer.

And why was their loud music blaring from somewhere underneath this small home at such an ungodly hour in the first place?

[MMF] [bi] [d/s] [cuck] [voy] FANNY AND JEFF’S EXOTIC EROTIC THING – A poignant story about a guy hopelessly in love with a prostitute who leads him into a world he can barely cope with.

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My wife is a fantasy fuck, and she knows it. Drooling drunks will tell her their fantasy. She’ll find a way to make their fantasy come true, or do what she can do, and I have to find a way to deal with it. She doesn’t force dealing with it on me; in fact, she feels bad that I must, but is thrilled that I do.

She will not look a gift dealer in the mouth, nor will she make dealing any more difficult than she is sure it must be. She tries to be sensitive, but her calling comes first; her career (exotic erotic dancing) comes second; her marriage comes third.

She does see giving men sexual adventures a calling. She has a God-given gift, a God-given body to give that gift, and the sex drive to make demanding gift giving easy. She was not built to be a traditional wife in a traditional marital role. Fidelity and faithfulness were fine, but not for her. She never promised that she could be or would be, or even attempt to be. She, in fact, promised she wouldn’t be, not even on the honeymoon if someone in need made his need known to her.