Day 2

Day 2

D2

After a couple of hours of sleep I hear you restless in the room. Sticking and hot, hungry and a bit dazed. I turn on the hot shower for you, steam up the bathroom and light some candles. I help you walk to the shower and soap you up. I wash your body and lather you up making sure I touch you everywhere, softly, taking advantage of groping you.

I bring the showerhead between your legs and set it to hot blasts. It’s soothing and it’s cleansing you. It feels good to have your pussy rested. Little did you know that day 2 would be worse and day 3 would leave you dismantled and devastated.

I’ve prepared a nice meal and you regain your strength. You ask if you can call your husband and I say yes, tell him to come by later tonight to pick you up. He’s upset and had called you a million times wondering where you have been.

Day 1

I have always had a desire to bring an innocent and sheltered woman into her sexual prime. I often have woman come to my woodworking shop looking for a bench or cabinets. They are housewives that have not been fucked in years, some never. Sex, yeah all the time, but ravaged and deboured, never once. I imagined you coming to my shop in your khakis or Jean shorts. The oversize T-shirts that hide your humongous sloppy tits. They too have never been handled by a man. Only squeezed by a boy, that is, somebody with no imagination on how to fuck them, smash them against the floor or wall. Or lube them up as a thick veiny cock slides between them poking it’s snake eye across your chin and lips.

Your reluctance to come back soon means to me that you feel shame doing this. You are unfamiliar with how nasty fucking can get. Yet, no matter how hard you try you can’t help feel your cunt crave what it doesn’t know, being fucked continually, forcibly, and relentlessly.

Taken Part Three

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. This is my fantasy, be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I’m laying on the cold cement floor, my arms are throbbing from the restraints that have been on for what feels like forever and I can’t open my mouth or eyes due to the cum and piss covering them. It feels like I have been laying here for hours, they’re starting to dry. I hear the door open and footsteps coming towards me but they proceed past me. I hear water running. You untie next entirely and drag me to the bathtub and put me in. “Clean up and then we will go over a few things.”

Securing the Soccer Star [Kidnapping][Bondage]

**“Hey Nat, you sure you don’t want a ride home? It’s way late outside.”**

**“It’s too far out of your way, Mia. I’ll take the train as usual.”**

**Mia gave me a slight nod, although she looked unhappy with my decision. I understood her concern. It was maybe a few minutes until eleven and the sidewalks weren’t very well lit in the neighborhood where we worked. I was, however, confident that in such a low crime community I’d be fine.**

**Mia gave me a final goodbye hug before heading out to her car while I finished up closing down the shop. Our simple convenience store was an old ma and pa joint that got bought out when the son sold it to a business tycoon. The son was an asshole anyway, so I found it more enjoyable under the greedy businessman that paid us no mind.**

**I ran back to the storeroom where we kept our belongings during working hours. Snatching out my soccer bag, I hit the lights and was out the door. It really was a pain to come straight from soccer practice but highschoolers don’t get much choice. At least in a few more months, I’d be out and off to college.**

The Red Eye Flight [M/F] [Non-Consent/Reluctance] [Oral] [Public]

“Goddammit,” I said, hitting the blunt. “I do *not* want to take this flight tonight.” I exhaled and a cloud of thick smoke filled the car. The cracked windows yanked most of the smoke out into the night air, but a thick mass of scent remained. I passed the partially smoked brown cigar up to my Uber driver, Tony.

“Legit, man,” he consorted. His words were creaky as spoke, holding the smoke in his lungs. “Long flight?”

“Yeah, like 5 hours or so. At least it’s direct. I can’t hub in Denver anymore. That tram annoys me to no end.” Tony hit it again at my insistence. I was already crazy high. Completely flaking on the fact that I even *had* the blunt on me, I was fortunate to have had a late night driver who smoked. Otherwise it would’ve ended up in the trash outside the airport drop-off area.

“Cool, yeah. You comfy back there? Air okay?” He said, a little dazed. I appreciated his commitment to his job, even as I was encouraging him to ignore its restrictions. “For sure, man. Feelin’ great, really,” I laughed.

Classroom Fuck-Circus [Mind-Control][Anal Toys][Free Use][Orgy][Humiliation]

In my senior year of high school, I stupidly enrolled in a “Writing the Essay” college prep course. The class was comprised of four guys, counting myself, and six girls, all of us seniors. Our teacher, Mrs. Floyd, droned on wearing a stupid grin about what to expect our freshman year and how important these skills would be. I paid a third of attention, my focus divided between ogling at my female classmates and tinkering at a certain device under my desk.

My step-father worked at the NSA, and always kept his work squirreled away upstairs. By happenstance, I went to look for a pen in his office and stumbled across documents pertaining to radical sound research. I took a picture of the papers on my phone and disappeared into my room. The analytics described a device that could subliminally message a massive group of people. Using my relatively strong computer skills, I devised a smaller device that would work on a select group of people, say ten, but with greater effects.

The Pregnant Woman on the Ferris Wheel [M/F] [Public] [Oral]

It was a sweltering day in the middle of July, and FunWorld was packed. I was accompanying my girlfriend Lisa and her parents, who annually met extended family here for reunions. Lisa and I had been together for a little over three years. These familial gatherings were a fairly exhausting exercise, putting on a nice face and talking about my job or whatever other trivial tidbit to 20 different 2nd tier cousins. Standard obligatory boyfriend stuff, but I was still relieved when Lisa and I could break off and do our own thing.

The sun was hanging sexily low in the sky, bathing the amusement park in that magic, yellow-orange, late afternoon summer light. It made Lisa’s platinum blonde bob glisten. We got a funnel cake and sat near a directory sign that laid out the major landmarks of the park.

“What do you feeling like riding?” I asked her.

“Ooooh The Devil’s Dirge!” she excitedly suggested.

This coaster was the park’s newest attraction: one of those towering, loop-filled, highest-allowable-speed-and-height kind of monstrosities.

“Yeeesssss! Think the line is still super long?” We’d considered riding earlier, but the wait was around 3 hours.

Chasing Down a Siren (fantasy) (voyeur) (masturbation)

I slipped up the steps and peeked through the door of the master bedroom. The room was elegant with a large canopy bed, fancy looking furniture, and expensive looking curtains. I bristled at the way she flaunted her misbegotten wealth.

A door opened and my target entered the room from the bathroom, tossing aside the towel that had been wrapped around her hair. She stepped out of her bathrobe and strode over to her chaise lounge. Moonlight glistening on her sexy body. She reclined and stretched, her breasts heaving through a deep breath.

Seemingly distracted, her hands softly traced the curves of her breast and her tight stomach. My eyes were glued to the view. She bit her lip, eyes closed in the teasing pleasure her fingers were providing her.

Slowly, one finger circled a nipple which sprang up in the open air. Her moans filled the room like soft jazz, while she continued her self-caresses.

I tightened my grip on my gun, knowing I would never have a better chance to take her out. I willed myself to burst into the room and take her. She was unarmed and clearly otherwise occupied.. but my body wouldn’t move. I had to keep watching this temptress as she pleasured herself.

Quarantined Quartet: Four Becomes More (group)

Parts 1 and 2 in comments

Part 3 – Day 32 of Quarantine

Dominique

Jeremy and I cautiously settle into the loveseat. The air is still thick with sex and heat. The tall, dark haired naked man approaches us. “Can I get either of you a drink?” He asks. He seems warm and sincere. He also has a distractingly huge cock that wiggles with each of his movements. I’m drawn in to admiring the half-flaccid organ. My imagination wanders with what it is capable of when fully grown. I hear Jeremy’s muddled voice as I fantasize in my head.

He leaves for the kitchen, and I follow his pale, firm ass as it gently wobbles with each step. Naturally, my eyes shift to the curvy blonde with the pink dildo. She now lounges casually on a vintage looking armchair. She’s pretty, and even I can acknowledge that her tits are fantastic.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your names,” says the dark haired girl on the floor. She now has a thin, sheer robe covering her, but she was completely naked when we walked in. “I’m Veda,” she says, introducing herself. She’s the most exotic looking of the four, with olive toned skin and a long, lean frame.

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