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I finally finished my long commission! It is posted on my blog
https://www.loubealysfetisherotica.com/2019/03/i-was-teenage-sex-god.html?m=1&zx=aaaf7c00bb1c8651
A teenager inherits the powers of a fertility God, eventually uses it on his mom and aunt.
Contains incest and mind control.
Lizzie awoke the next morning and despite the events from the night before she was not sore. In fact, she was dressed in the pink tank top and black shorts just like the night before and everything in her room appeared to be in order.
“Could it all have just been a really fucked up dream?” Lizzie asked herself.
She slowly sat up in bed and pulled down both her shorts and panties to examine her rogue sex organ.
“Hey, are you there?” She said while lightly poking her vagina.
“Okay, Lizzie snap out of it. You just had a really vivid and fucked up dream. That’s it. There are no such things as fairies, magic, or especially talking vaginas. I wonder what the hell possessed me to dream such a thing though.” Lizzie took a deep breath, pulled her shorts and panties back up and got out of bed.
She walked inside her bathroom and sat down to pee when she felt something rather odd. Her vaginal lips seemed to clinch themselves when she sat down on the cold toilet seat. Nothing else seemed to happen so she shrugged it off and continued relieving herself. She got up from the toilet and caught herself in the mirror, noticing that her breasts looked a little bigger.
Simple and quick story from a pair of characters I’ve been using for a few years. Love to hear about your ideas for future stories to write, and constructive criticism.
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“Okay, so you’re going to stand here, with your foot up, and point your cock right at her ass,” he said while trying to adjust my hips.
“Wait, wait, wait, I’m really just not feeling it,” I answered, stretching my leg and relaxing, “or SEEING it, you know?”
Kitty sat back on the chair and smiled, languishing out. The photographer snapped a few pictures of her from his spot on the floor and then moved and took some more from a different angle with both of us in the shot.
“Raphael, maybe it’d be easier for my husband if you showed him what you meant,” Kitty joked.
“Oh!” he whooped, “of course. Here, take this,” he said, handing me the camera.
Raphael stood up and Kitty resumed her position bent over the chair. He stood behind her and lifted his foot up onto the arm of the chair, holding one hand near her waist and resting the other on his hip. From this angle I could easily see Kitty’s pussy spreading open, and I enjoyed as she curled and uncurled her toes as she wiggled her butt a bit. I snapped off a burst of shots by accident and they both laughed and pulled away.
Ashlee woke up disoriented at The Academy. She vaguely remembered arriving, signing stacks of paperwork and then being rushed into a medical center for her procedures. Now she laid alone in a hospital bed in a large room with dozens of empty beds.
She looked down at her chest. Her implants were huge, at least double Ds. Her tits were just a little too big for her petite frame. They weren’t comically sized, but they were big and perky and would send a clear message to men that they were enhanced to be used for their pleasure.
A corset was laced up tightly around her petite waist. She picked up a hand mirror next to her bed. Her lips were now big and plump. Her eyebrows and lashes were enhanced to make her more perfect and feminine.
Ashlee was scared, overwhelmed and tired. Her head was foggy and felt drugged. For days she slipped in and out of her drug-induced sleep. She had flashes of doctors and men in suits surrounding her bed. She remembered moments of these men fondling her new breasts, slapping her face with their stiff dicks and the feeling of hot cum being sprayed across her limp, helpless body. Sometimes she thought it was just a horrible nightmare, but then she’d wake to her undressed body covered in dried semen.
> *This is the same story as one of my others, but written from the other perspective. If you enjoy the two of them together, then I’d love to hear. I’ll keep doing both perspectives if it gets a good reception*
I have always been able to read people, call it a gift, and I find little more enjoyable than using that talent to tease and toy with powerful, egotistical men. Men like you. Sure, plenty of girls enjoy teasing; but few are as calculated and targeted as its possible to be when you’re inside someone’s head.
I choose my victims carefully. It’s all well and good making the waiter fumble around distractedly at a restaurant, but then I leave and the fun is over. And it’s easy to find any number of guys online eager to obey and be teased; but where’s the fun in giving them what they’re desperate for; there’s no challenge to be had, no game to be played.
[This is pretty much a prologue tester / teaser opener to see if this garners enough interest that i would write out the series or leave it as it is like a one shot.]
It was the usual cold freezing night in the middle of the winter season here at New York where at one of the particular apartment blocks of the city’s many other middle income affordable apartment block projects that this is focused on. A simple Wednesday night where outside the temperature was already getting colder and colder together with reports earlier that morning of a massive snow storm about to hit the city were coming true as slowly the loud roar of nature came and built up from a light tune to a huge crescendo of noice as snow flew and fell covering every inch of ground in greater and larger amounts of snow.
Mistress Christy and her [submissive](http://slave-selection.com/?P=A787698) leave me. The door closes and I stay on my knees, exhausted with my face smeared with cum. I’m in a second state. Time passes slowly and no other client appears for the submissive professor. I’m almost disappointed. Finally, the bell that marks the end of the day rings and Mistress Chloe comes to deliver me. “WOW!!!! It stinks of ass in here. It’s so obvious. So my bitch, did we work you hard enough?” Mistress Chloe does not give me time to answer and throws my “civil” clothes at my face. “You have 3 minutes to get dressed and be presentable!”
Back at the apartment, Mistress Chloe orders me to shower, then join her in the living room. However, she allows me to take my time in the bathroom. This is a rare occasion because usually she times my showers. I gradually regain my strength under the hot water and my mind tries to make sense of what just happened, forcing me to admit to myself that I liked what happened to me. I loved being offered to these young women and to this man and liked being an object of pleasure, a sex toy for everyone to use. A used submissive straight out of the some of the [femdom stories](http://femdoming.com/fiction/femdom-student/femdom-student-submissive-professor-25/) I use to read. The humiliation, the pain, the perversity of these unique moments brought me to the edge of an orgasm. More cerebral than physical. And it’s a new world for me. Like a new release. A higher stage in my submission at the feet of my Mistresses.
You met her briefly in your first year of College; she had a wide-eyed innocence to her. She almost looks as if she is in shock of the world always. You never forgot her, because you instantly thought she was cute and how could you forget a face like that? Wide blue eyes, with perfect full lips and a pale complexion that looks soft as silk.
You have run into her a few times, but nothing came of it. Now in your later years, you have a few classes with her and have become, if not close friends, ‘study buddies’ at least. She still looks as adorable as when you met her; her ‘freshman five’ seems to have all gone to her ass—you have no complaints about that.
You finish a study session with her at your apartment. She yawns and says it’s probably time for her to get home and go to sleep. You agree that it’s getting late and show her out of your place. (“Show her out” is a joke because you live in a bachelor apartment and its one fucking room)
I imagine you dressed in a figure hugging dress, which more than reveals your lucious legs. We’ve just got in from a night of non-stop flirtation, teasing and mind sex. You lead me to your lounge, your heels seductively clonking off your wooden floors. And now your there, stood next to your sofa, blue eyes provovatively oggoling me, tempting me, encouraging me to make the first move.
And being mere mortal, I no longer resist. I approach and stand close to you, I raise my hand to your face, and gently brush back a fallen piece of your hair. From here my hand naturally cups your cheek. I pull you in, our lips getting close, a brief pause, we feel each other’s warm breath. Anticipation of our first kiss builds and erupts passionately!
Our hands explore each other. I lift up your dress, so I can tickle and caress your bottom, which I find to be covered in a material that’s delightful to touch. I slowly unzip the back of your dress. Without our lips parting, you let your dress glide off your body, revealing yourself. You’d elected not to wear a bra that evening, a fact that hadn’t gone un-noticed at dinner, when our feet were playing under the table. I break our kiss, and move for your neck. Your perfume excites my senses. Passion takes over and I bite your neck, you nibble my earlobe in response, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Hi Guys,
This is my original post:
Using Pussy to Pay for Space Travel [MF] [sci fi] from eroticliterature
I was thinking of doing a 10-page or so short story continuing the adventures this couple has on Mars.
Would anyone be interested in paying for it, at $3? I would put it up as a download on my Payhip (which features another story of mine) or you could just pay me directly with PayPal and I can email you the document.
Please comment or DM me! I just want to gauge interest.