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Humiliation [MMMF] (part 1)

I wrote this for another friend of mine. I am pretty sure I finished the story at one point, so I will need to look for it, but I figured I would post this till I find the rest of the story, if I do find the rest where ever I had it. Anyway, let me know if anyone is interested in reading the rest.
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We start at a get together at our house. We had some company over for a card game night and we are just hanging out. You are wearing this white shirt and skirt. It’s you, my friend Chris from college, my coworker Mike and myself at our place. We end up sitting in our living room on our couches, you and I on a couch and the other two on a chair and the other sofa. It’s been a long day and you have told me that you wanted to fuck my friends a while back and I thought of an opportunity. “Hey babe, can you get me something to drink” feeling hospitable, you gladly get up and get it. You walk back and you hand me a bottled water. “What is this?” I ask you in a demeaning tone. Feeling unsure you ask what I mean. “I ask for a drink and you bring me back a water?” I grab you and sit you down on the couch. “The only thing this is good for would be dumping it all over you and showing my friends your tits. Is that what you want? Are you a whore and you want people to see your tits?” as I open the bottle and begin to pour it on your tits. Our friends look upon, unsure what to think. Read more »

An Exchange Student’s Submission [MFf]

I sat in the closet for what seemed like hours listening to David make love to his wife. They were playing out their favorite fantasy; captive sex slave college girl in the closet. My wrists were bound behind my back with one of David’s ties. His wife’s panties were stuffed into my mouth. My ankles were bound together by a leather belt.

David’s wife’s orgasmic cries rose above the rhythmic squeaking of the bed frame. Then the squeaks and creaks from the bed stopped. It was dark outside when he opened the door to take me out. From the glow of lit candles burned in their master bedroom, I could see his wife, Meryl lying naked in rumpled bedsheets. Her chest was still heaving from their sex. Her mussed up hair covered a pillow. Her eyes remained upon us as David picked me up from the closet floor to throw me over his shoulder and carry me to the bed. My nose was full of his aromatic perspiration from sex lingering dampened his skin. He unceremoniously dumped me face down upon the bed and my body bounced before settling. He knelt in front of me on the bed and pulled the panties from my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head by the hair and yanked my head up before shoving his cock in my mouth and down my constricted throat. Meryl slapped my jiggling ass over and over again. I’d never been so turned on in my life. Read more »

The Sensual Supervillain, Killer Frost

The sadistic dominant woman lowered her hips on his dick and started fucking him. “Don’t cum before me or I will punish you for it,” she said. Killer Frost’s icy skin made him thrust his cock inside of her more forcefully as the icy cock ring on his dick started to melt. He came moments before she could cum. The angry villain punched him in the stomach, “Well, well, since you decided to cum before me, it’s time I punish you,” Frost said. Using her icy powers, she created an icy shaped dildo and inserted it inside her vagina, “Open your mouth Michael.” Before he could protest, she shoved the icy dildo into the boy’s mouth and forced him to suck on it hard. “Come on Michael, you’re going to see how much you like sucking cock,” said the sadistic dominant woman to the frightened hostage. Read more »

[MF]Fucking the Doctor

Elizabeth Garcia seductively massaged my enormous cock – I could tell her mouth was watering by how much she anticipated my big long cock in her wet saliva dripping mouth. As she pulled down my pants, she held on to my bulge – then darted straight for my duck through my underwear by using her lips and tongue to admire the size and shape. She had been so clumsy about a great many things but this she was an expert. Soon my underwear were wet with her saliva and my duck. She removed my underwear and held my erect shaft by the hand-stroking the head in her direction with my cock aimed directly at her face. She let her tongue hang out as she stroked, she licked her lips in a counter-clockwise motion as she pulled my cock into her mouth-licking the sides of the tip to make space in her small mouth as she made the best case possible for why I should fuck her throat. Shortly she began taking my cock deepthroating it. She progressively took my dick in one inch at a time she had more and more cock in her until finally her nose was up against my navel. Read more »

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a Doe – Part II (age gap, workplace, anticipation)

My core was tight and my gaze glued forward as I strolled past her with measured strides. The image of my dream was too vivid in my head to suppress and I knew if I looked at her, my cock would burst out of my suit.

“Good morning, Hayden,” that sweet, sultry voice hummed, accompanied by a cute, sigh-like yawn. My cock twitched in my boxers. Fuck, I felt like a teenager again. The wind could blow the wrong way and I would cum. I was shocked at how hot my skin felt, throbbing with arousal, as the smell of her perfume, shampoo, whatever it was… flooded my nostrils; it was subtle enough to not overpower, but powerful enough to not be subtle. Rose and bergamot. I cleared my throat and grunted out an impatient , “Morning,” in response. In my peripheral vision, I saw her bright expression falter just a little. Had I hurt her feelings? Read more »

[MF] Grandma’s wardrobe

My grandma is still a beautiful woman.

Yesterday, in the afternoon, I helped her to organize clothes on her wardrobe.

I was surprised to see many thongs and silk stockings.

When I saw her big bra… I got a erection.

I kept touching her bra and some thongs. My cock become still more hard.

She was bent on the wardrobe and her ass was so delicious.

I put my hands in his hips. She was silent. Her hips were very soft.

After some seconds… my cock was stuck in her ass.
She had a jolt and I cumshot in my pants.

I went in my bedroom a bit feared.

In the afterday she was smiling and asked me if I’m available to help her again.

“Serendipity” – MM Fiction

[https://archiveofourown.org/works/14808072/chapters/34262904](https://archiveofourown.org/works/14808072/chapters/34262904)

Hi, everyone. This is my first post in this sub, but I wanted to share a new story I’ve been working on. :) It’ll end up mostly being smut/fluff, but I’m planning on as much plot as I can fit in without distracting from the sexiness.

It’s Not Incest If We Don’t Touch [Incest?] [M/f] [Teen] [Dry Humping] [Grinding] [Petite]

*It’s not incest if we don’t touch*

That’s the argument my little girl used to convince me to finally give into temptation.

Let me explain real quick.

Molly and I have always been exceptionally close. She was a complete daddy’s girl when she was little and we began to act like best friends as she grew into a young woman. She’s not like your average teenager though. I mean, she never has been exactly like the other kids. Not weird or anything like that, just quite isolated. She struggles to fit in so she spends most of her time by herself, reading, writing and whatnot. It’s crazy though, because she’s completely different when it’s just the two of us around. When it’s her and I and nobody else, she’s full of life. So bubbly, energetic and happy. But if there’s one more soul around – even her mother – she’s the quiet and kind of quirky introvert. Molly says it’s because she feels sort of alone in this world . . . except for when she’s with me. That I seem to understand her in a way no-one else can. Read more »