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Mommy & Mark: Dinner is Served [FemDom][Punishment][BDSM][FM]

Without hesitation, Mark fell face-first into Mommy’s wet cunt. Juices slurped around in his mouth as he moved his face around her hole. Mommy was gracious enough to prepare the meal tableside for Mark. The least he could do was show her some gratitude.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Mom asked

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you for the nourishment,” Mark replied in between catching his breath.

His tongue started flicking her clit again. Only Mark’s tongue could touch her. If he was greedy then he was punished. The more he sucked on her clit the larger it grew. His hands tingled. He knew he could please his Mommy with more than his tongue. His fingers twitched at the thought of grabbing her breasts or pulling her hips closer to his mouth. Mommy kept moving her pussy away from Mark. The more she moved the harder things became.

Mark did a fantastic job eating mommy’s pussy. His face was covered in her wetness. She wasn’t sure if it was just her juices or his spit but she was messy. Mommy didn’t enjoy feeling that wet. She moved onto all fours and presented her asshole to Mark. His eyes grew wide. There was a messy trail from her pussy to her asshole. Mark knew what his next job was. Read more »

Evolution of an Alpha: Chapter 1 Scene 5: The Exit

The cool fresh night air hits me like a shower after a long day of work. We wasted no time and were already deeply making out halfway over the treshold. The club door creaked shut behind us and the quiet of the side street drowned out the loud thumping music from inside.I strongly swung Ayana around before gently resting her beautiful body against the side of the building, my lips on hers the whole time. My hand slid from her ass to her waist and quickly up to her medium sized soft tits. Her nipples are hard from excitement. “Mmmm…I love when you do that…” she moans as i softly pinched and twisted. Her body wriggled and quivered with every subtle touch. Her knee rises up my side and she wraps her leg around my back. I grasp her upper thigh and, with my middle finger, begin rubbing her wet lacey panties. “Ungh…mmm… “. She squirmed her pussy closer so that now my index finger was part of the action too. “I liked that little move you did when we were dancing” I whisper, “I think your friends may have noticed it”. Another shy horny smile. God that smile gets me everytime. “I was hoping they would” she whispers back with a gentle bite on my lower lip. Her leg lowers back to the ground and her hands swiftly travel from around my neck to the buckle of my belt. Before she can get it undone, I take her hand to stop her. “Not here” I huff. She looks at me, confused. “I want you face down ass up on my couch”. Her eyes close and she bites her lip “that sounds nice”. We’ve had quick fucks on the street or in the car before, but tonight, I want to take my time. I want to be in my own environment and have the time and space to freely fuck her whichever way I want and for however long I want. It’s only a fifteen minute drive back to my place, and besides, I’ll have her mouth keep my cock hard as I drive. She wraps her hands around my arm and I begin to lead the way back to the car. “Ayana hey” a small voice yelps out from behind us. We turn to find the cute shy girl, Shay, quietly waving and walking towards us. “You guys leaving already?” Admittedly, we had an only been there for a bit over an hour but we have more important things to do. “Yeah its getting kinda late” Ayana tries to excuse, “it was so nice seeing you ShayShay, let’s get brunch tomorrow”. Shay scoffs “it’s okay, you’re clearly a bit preoccupied” she says, glancing towards me. Shy but a straight shooter, I like her even more now. “Can you just give me a ride back to the hotel, this isn’t really my scene anyway”. Ayana hesitates. “Sure” I offer with a warm smile, “the Marriot right, it’s only ten minutes away”. Ten minutes out of MY way I thought, but she’s a sweet girl and after all, I am a gentleman. Ayana hugs my arm a bit tighter as if to say thank you. Shay sighs her relief, “thanks” she says, “it’s way to loud and stuffy in there to stay any longer”. Did I mention I like this girl? I suddenly catch myself checking out her petite slender body and mentally peeling off the skin tight shirt she’s sporting. “My cars just up the block” I say, nodding in its direction. Shay does a cute little skip to catch up and lands next to Ayana. I resume leading the way back to the car with the two gorgeous girls chatting beside me, my rock hard cock now retreating back to a semi soft bulge. Not quite the exit I was anticipating but I’m a patient man. “Thanks” Shay squeaked as I opened the car door and slyly checked out her sexy figure. “My pleasure”. I must have let out just the smallest hint of lust with my response because I could swear I saw her begin to blush.

The Story of Cunt – Day Five [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]

Day Five

Cunt woke up, feeling the sticky residue on her face. She took a quick moment to clean her face before Mistress arrived. Anticipating Mistress’ arrival, Cunt fixed her collar, held her leash and got down on her knees in front of the door. Mistress entered moments later, happy to see the obedient slut before her. She patted her on the head, took her leash from her and off they went. They arrived in a sterile room, looking like a mixture between a pristine bathroom and medical theatre. Cunt was shackled to the ground in position and awaited what was to come, as Mistress walked away behind her.

This is when Cunt heard water. She took a guess at what was to come, which was confirmed when she felt something invade her asshole. This wasn’t some thing plastic object either. This was a thick, cold metallic object opening her up, preparing her for the arrival of what she could only hope was warm water. She was being given an enema. The water shot into her with the force of a sledgehammer, making her wince, ending as soon as it began. Well, ending step one at least. She was no preparing for step two. Read more »

Subs are best cream filled (Gentle Transdomme) (Creampie) (Cock Worship) (Deepthroat)

“So I hear you like creampies.” She said. “Um… yea kinda.” They said. “Have you ever been creampied before?” She asked. “No.” They responded. “You know, I might be willing to make something like that happen.” Miss Hasty said. They looked at her and for a moment she could almost see a little twinkle in their eye. “You would?” They asked with a sound of hope in their voice. “Mhm, but it doesn’t ‘cum’ cheap.” She explained. “I’ll pay you whatever you want.” They told her. “I don’t want your money.” She said. “What do you want then?” They asked. “Your obedience.” She responded. “Absolutely.” They said. “Will you do exactly as I say?” She asked. “I will follow your instructions to the letter.” They told her. “Good. Now why don’t you come sit on your knees in front of me.” She commanded. Read more »

The Bimbo’s Choker – [Bimbofication] [Mf]

Nathan let his gaze drift up to the horizon as his mind began to wander, allowing himself to relax on his walk home from work. He started thinking about his job in the law office, and how he had dreamed of it since he was a kid.

Nathan continued this train of thought, moving on to his girlfriend, Emily. He had always imagined that he would end up with, well, a bimbo. Someone who could rival his sexual appetite and focus on pleasing him for once. Someone who’d suck him off with her huge lips, and would look great in a bikini with huge breast implants. He could feel himself starting to get hard, revisiting this all too familiar fantasy.

A car horn made Nathan return to reality, and he was reminded suddenly of Emily and their lackluster sex life. “I guess that’s how modern relationships go,” Nathan sighed to himself.

He raised his head, realizing he’d gone a couple streets too far. “Shit,” Nathan swore under his breath.

As he turned to correct his course, a dark storefront caught his eye. It looked like another seedy pawn shop, but Nathan felt himself drawn towards it. He had been meaning to get a present for Emily. Read more »

I’m Going to Hell

I knew I was going to Hell the first time she looked in my direction and smiled. I was sitting in the pew beside my wife and she was singing in the choir with a voice that would make angels jealous. My wife and I were friends with her parents and had started attending there at their invitation. Her dad and I got along famously, both outdoorsmen, we soon became hunting and fishing buddies.

She had caught my attention immediately however. She was that black haired beauty with big dark eyes that Bob Seger sang about. She was in her early thirties, married to a clean cut, preppy, accountant. It was obvious to me that she was adventurous and craved the ruggedness of a man like her dad, but had just settled for that safe guy she had met in college. The guy who was always there, always dependable, always predictable, safe. Read more »

BITTER PILL Chapter 6 [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

Bitter Pill Ch 6

In the past year while my plan to own my mother has taken shape I have not been entirely alone. I met a woman last summer who been helping me to prepare for this night. Mom and I would be meeting her later.

Beatings, drugs and sleep deprivation were all tools I planned on using to achieve my goal, but ultimately the victim had to believe that they were helpless. I enjoyed the bondage, but I knew once she fully grasped just how hopeless her situation was I wouldn’t need cuffs to control her.

She was going to learn that subservience to me was her only option if she didn’t want to give up the good life. Maybe less good now that I owned her, but I still felt I could make her accept the new paradigm even if she didn’t love it.

“You know I don’t need to tie you down? You get that, right?” She said nothing but started to stand up from the bed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “Where are you going? You need my permission to leave.” Read more »

Witcher Fanfiction: Geralt’s Romances Chapter 1

Geralt looked across the table at Keira, carefully considering her face. “Must’ve cost you a small fortune. Sure, you don’t need me to pitch in?”

“Please, I manage. You know, a dozen eggs here, a cock or gander there…Besides, my finances are about to improve.” Keira replied, her voice light and unhurried. Geralt cocked an eyebrow. “How? if you don’t mind me asking? I mean, you’d think the only work to be had in Velen would be in farming…”

She laughed lightly “Very true. So, I’ve two options. I can either start cultivating. some turnips or…leave. But that’s not what I wished to discuss. Thank you once again, Geralt, for your help with the tower. You were fabulous.”

Geralt kept his eyes locked onto the sorceress’ his face stern as he regarded her the light blush in her cheeks, the strong wine clearly getting to her. Or perhaps it was his refusal to let his eyes wander down, where her dress, with its scandalously wide neckline, revealed her pale and unblemished neck. Attire that was entirely inappropriate for a petty village’s alchemist located so deep in war-ravaged Velen. But not maybe inappropriate for a former royal mage, and member of the Lodge of Sorceresses. Read more »