Aren’t you a gorgeous girl’, the master exclaimed as he entered the tac room to find her polishing the midnight black boots that he would wear later on in the day. ‘Y-yes’, she replied, gingerly. With an air of confidence and charm, he strolled calmly up to her and picked up the boots she had finished polishing and swiftly slipped each one over his breeches.
‘Fetch my hunting coat beautiful’, he said. ‘Yes master’, she replied. She unhooked the scarlet coat, it’s pristine buttons glinting in the morning light. She delicately passed the coat to the master who impolitely snatched it out of her hands. He slipped it over his waistcoat impatiently. ‘Have you polished my horn’ he said rather rudely. ‘Yes master, I’ll fetch it for you now’. Averting his gaze, she shuffled away, not daring to glance at him for fear of what might happen to her.
She was feeling very self conscious, after all she was only wearing a black skirt and bra and the master wasn’t supposed to be in the tac room at this time in the morning anyway. Grasping the horn, she made her way back from the office into the tac room. ‘About bloody time!’, the master said. ‘So sorry m-master’, ‘it won’t happen again’.
‘Too bloody right it won’t!’ he said. His strong, powerful voice, like a mighty tiger, began to awoke strange feelings of deep desire and longing from within. She began to get wet, her perfect, shaved vagina moistening as she thought of his purring voice.
He began to look her up and down, forcing her to turn around as his longing, lustful stare glanced at her perk bum. He averted his gaze to stare deep into her perfect eyes. God she was stunning. And she knew that. Her long hair flowed down past her small breasts. He began to harden as the thought of what was going to happen next dawned upon him. He grabbed her hair and yanked, whilst simultaneously positioning her bum tightly against his crotch. ‘God you make me wet’ she whimpered. His powerful hands began to cup her small breasts. Her legs began to get weaker, her breath began to shiver and she had to force herself to not give way there and then.
Not when there was so much more to come. He played with her hair, running the soft curls through his fingers. His hands began to work down her body, stroking her soft belly, and then grasping her hips to grind her against his crotch. He span her around, till they were staring into each others eyes, nothing but pure pleasure and lust in both of them. He swiftly removed her bra and began to kiss her. Starting at her neck and then working his way down each breast, pausing to pull on and suck each nipple. With each new area licked and teased, she let out a small moan. He began to crouch down untill he was level with her skirt. Undoing her zipper on the back of the skirt, he slipped it off. His eyes lit up with immense lust, on observing just how wet she had become, her black panties were soaked with an intense and animalistic fragrance. Slipping of her panties, he stared at the perfectly proportioned, wet vulva.
He stood up and turned her around, this time her bare ass was pressing up against his crotch. He reached his fingers down and began to tickle her clit. She was beside herself with excitement, her soft moans growing ever louder and more and more intense with every finger movement. He moved his fingers all around her vulva and then slipped one inside. Her moans became a squeel as her tight vagina hugged his fingers. Removing each finger, he sucked on them, tasting her for the first time. She tasted like heaven, like rose pettles on a glorious summers day. He crouched down and started to lick and kiss her vagina. She began to feel an intense rush of a release of fluid and came into the masters mouth. ‘Mmmmmmmnnnn’, she moaned delicately. ‘Turn around’. He ordered. She obeyed his every command and proceeded to do so instantly. He placed his tounge into her delicious asshole and began to prepare her for what was about to happen next. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his erect penis and forcefully, he penetrated her ass.
She was greeted by an intense wave of pain, followed by a belt of pleasure with every stroke. He began to pick up the speed and pressure with each stroke. A burning sensation arose and her ass was on fire, yet she strangely enjoyed the feeling. Pumping cum into her ass, he let out another animalistic grunt. He slipped his penis out of her now gaping asshole. ‘I want that cum to stay inside of you’, he said. ‘She wasn’t sure whether it was the intense sexual experience she had gone through, or the rather painful asshole, but tears began to pour down her cute face. She shivered and arched her back as he passed her the horn. ‘I want you to blow it’. He said. ‘Do it now’.
She pursed her lips and drew the mouthpiece towards her. She inhaled sharply and let out a continuous note. ‘Good girl’, the master said, stroking her cheek delicately. ‘Now I want you to remain here and tidy the office and tack room for me whilst I’m out hunting, you understand’. ‘Yes master’, she said in a weakened voice. Smiling to himself, content, he strolled out of the tac room and toward the stables. It was certainly going to be a good day hunting.
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Sara’s Self Discovery (Part 7)
As I watched the other couple walk towards their room the man kept looking backwards while his wife yanked his arm, dragging him forward and trying to keep his eyes aimed forward.
“Oh my God!” Little Slut exclaimed.
“At first I was so scared that I would be caught, I had visions of me being dragged from the hotel, through the lobby naked and in handcuffs.”
“But as soon as I started my walk, I got really hot and turned on, being naked in a public in a place where nudity wasn’t allowed was so exciting. When the elevator opened I was ready to wet myself.
But the couple that came out were so cute holding hands that I just knew that they were safe.
The gentleman’s eyes burst out of his head and I am sure he sprung a woody.”
Will looked at his watched and muttered “Shit, I have to go, their going to wonder what I was up to, not reporting back to my post after making my deliveries.
My shift ends in about an hour, would it be OK if I came back after my shift ends?”
The Tease Part 1
She crawled on the bed backwards; beckoning him to her. She licked her lips causing him to swallow. She slowly spread her legs; showing her object of pleasure. He smiled and stared at her as she rubbed her pussy with her fingers. Her fingers wet from the excitement of stimulation. She showed him how wet she was was, spreading apart her pussy to him and showing him what’s inside, which would be him in a moment.
She stared at his cock as it protruded from his boxers. His cocked outlined in his boxers as it restricted him. His thickness throbbed and vibrated. He began to get on top of her with his cock outlined in his boxers. He rubbed his hand along the protruding boxers. Then he took the same hand and reached in boxers boxer; teasing her with the idea of showing it to her. He rubbed his cock inside his boxers. He pushed the tip of his thickness out the hole of the boxers for 1 second before putting it back in. By this time her pussy had swelled up and was fully soaked.
“Stop teasing and fuck with what’s mine”, she said.
[f]orced to be Used. Part 4. [MM,f][Rape][Captive][Cruelty]
As always, if the title isn’t enough this is a rape story. If you don’t like that, I’d skip the read.
[Part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ca57vm/forced_to_be_used_mstr8nonconminimal_plot/)
[Part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ccj0aj/forced_to_be_used_part_2_mfolder_mnon_conminimal/)
[Part three](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cf2kdr/forced_to_be_used_part_3_mfstr8non_conabduction/)
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Madison found herself blindfolded and wrists bound, she felt exposed and helpless on the bed. She had been left like this for… She didn’t know how long. It felt like hours. She felt helpless and exposed, lying half on her side, cured on the bed. Naked, other than her binds and her messy hair falling around her face.
She wasn’t normally blindfolded. Her captor kept the tight leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She had learnt that removing them was punishable, and painful. She had shuffled around the room, free to walk around once he left her. But she never managed to find a way out of her binds, just hopeless, panicked wandering. She knew something different was happening today.
She was brought out of her thoughts by the familiar sound of the four opening, followed by heavy footsteps. The loud thugs echoed through the room, walking quickly down the steps. So much so that it was hard for her to distinguish one footstep from another in her blindfolded state.
Breakfast (Spying On My Sister, Part 2)
Jenna and James came up the stairs for breakfast in the morning. I was already on the counter drinking coffee and having toast. James just had on boxers, exposing his chest, which wasn’t muscular, but toned so you could see the outlines of his build. He was hairless for the most part. He wasn’t hot but he was definitely sexy. Jenna, I’m pretty sure, had on just an old school “Weezer” t-shirt; one of James’, no doubt. No bottoms, but the t shirt did go to her thighs. They both had nice bodies and were comfortable walking around like that. The main reason they walked around basically naked was easy access.
My sister and her boyfriend had an added bonus this week. Our parents were in Hawaii. We had the house to ourselves, which meant James was living there that week. And they were fucking a lot. It was like they were each other’s newly discovered drugs and they were on a binge. I could hear them every night; they were as loud as they could be, knowing they had no one who’d tell them to cut it out or keep it down. They knew I wouldn’t.
Prologue: Consorts of War (Warhammer 40k adult Fanfic, NSFW,Powerplay, Groping)
*The following is the opening to an adult themed series I’m writing set in the 40k verse, it will contain some very nsfw themes in future and I’ll give a link to the site itself at the end. Site has some more lore on the abhumans mentioned here on it but as warned it has some adult stories and themes aswell.*
He always felt that small flutter in his chest when he made new purchases.
Baron Reikar Solonor, Inheritor of the late Lord Elias Solonor’s ancient warrant of trade, watched from the observation booth as the shuttle carrying the newest Ymiri replacements docked within the White Horizon’s hanger bay.
New arrivals and reservists for his ‘War Consorts’, a small band of roughly 130 ‘Indentured’ Ymiri warrior women, gathered by himself to act as his Mercenary group …and also as pleasure slaves, both for himself and for anyone of worth he encountered during his travels. The Ymiri’s combat prowess and exotic beauty were well known amongst Gamenors nobility, and both genders of the abhuman strain were in high demand for a variety of reasons, conventional or otherwise.
The Uber driver [MF, rape, rough]
This is a work of fiction by someone over 18 for an audience over 18.
I was in Denver for a conference. It was a nice June evening. A friend of mine and I were at a crowded bar winding down for the night. When this group of young girls came in. They were clearly in the mood to party and immediately ordered shots. They were all very sexy but one was irresistible. She was about 5’4 although the stripper heels she was wearing made her look taller. She probably barely weighed 100 lbs. She was wearing a skin tight black dress that barely covered her ass and showed a lot of cleavage. Her tan skin and dark hair contrasted with her blue eyes. She had an ass that a girl only gets from working out and amazing perky tits.
The Runaway [Mf, Rape.]
I wasn’t sure how long I had been walking. I could have measured the distance in how much my feet hurt. I had walked far enough that there were no longer any familiar streets. I only met strangers who couldn’t manage to spare more than a curious glance before their indifference took over and they hurried along with their own busy lives. That was a couple miles and a few blisters ago.
There were downsides to rash decision-making. That, at least, I had finally learned. Now there was time to think – to reflect on the past few months and how the decisions I had made weren’t the wisest. There was time, and the road, and the steady monotony of putting one foot in front of the other. Time to regret, I suppose. Regretting was hard, though, and I preferred to keep things like regret out of mind. There were more important things to think about, like how much my feet hurt or how hungry I was. Perhaps, if I had thought things out a bit more, I would have run away with a bit of money in my pocket.
One Night in Vegas [FFM]
We had been in Vegas for a few days now and having a great trip. My husband, Jim, surprised me with tickets. He had already talked to my boss about vacation time and made arrangement for my folks to take the kids. He had everything planned perfectly.
This was not unlike him. We’d been married for 15 years and during that time he has always been romantic. He is often planning little surprises for me. He makes me feel like I have a true partner at home. He always says that marriage is 60/40. With each partner trying to be the 60. He lives it.
The best part is that the loving husband, amazing father, and great provider, also comes with a bad boy side. He had more experience than me when we got married. He said in high school he noticed that every girl he liked had a bad boy she was dating, or had dated. They always complained after the fact, but, that person had got there first.