Step Sister Corruption Part 277 – Day 140 Free Use Vacay Pt 21 – Aphrodite Games Pt 9 (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Summer*

Well that just fucking blows.  

I had stood there and watched my scores show up along with my opponent.  

My opponent had done well putting up a solid 62/70.  

Not bad but not as good as mine as my final score was a 68/70.  

So I won the round…..*yaaayyyyyy!*

Then I realized I had tied Kelly’s score…..*shit*.

I looked at Gabe thinking *What the fuck babe?*

He just looked at me and shrugged as he mouthed *I gave you 10’s*.

I rolled my eyes but smirked as I thought *oh well at least the next round I’ll actually score*.

My ‘subject’ moved off the ottoman as a new one replaced him seeing how Gabe and the other special judge won’t be joining until the next bout after this one.  

When my *new* ‘subject’ laid down I was very happy to see a shaved penis I knew I had a smile on my face.  

I look over to *Mr Representative* to see him nod at me.  

Looks like they took in my previous ‘*problem*’ into account and made sure the men would be shaved for me.  

How to Train a Yoga Slut, Pt. 3 [M/F, D/s, Hypnosis, Spanking, Orgasm Control]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/ucj4xi/how_to_train_a_yoga_slut_mf_hypnosis_outercourse/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/urvihs/how_to_train_a_yoga_slut_pt_2_mf_hypnosis_tight/)

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After a few more sessions, Amy was finally getting to a place I was happy with. She’d taken quite swiftly to her lessons, but it was time to test her obedience.

She arrived late afternoon, looking just as radiant as ever. This time she wore a bright pink sports bra that left her flat midriff exposed and a matching pair of skin-tight yoga shorts. They looked to be a size too small for her–an intentional choice I’m sure–so that the bottom hems barely cleared her wonderfully plump and firm backside. She was already struggling with them when she approached me, fruitlessly pulling the stretching material down. This did little to conceal the clear outline of her thong and the rounded outline of her labia.

I smiled at her as I led her to the back studio–my all black dress an obvious contrast to her bright, girly affair. “Ready for something a little more intense today?”

“Of course! Push me *hard*.” She bit her lip with that last word and leaned forward just enough to push her deep, tanned cleavage towards me.

Risks and Rewards [MF] [FF] [Breeding] [Pregnancy] [D/s]

Note: As usual, breeding fantasies are potent but dangerous. This is a fantasy, it’s not how you should act in real life. Enjoy!

In the past, Alessandra may have been confused, she’d made some false starts, but she always felt an inner guide, a strong, magnetic force in her that allowed her to find her path. The first time a man had grabbed her hair and pulled as he fucked her, it felt like a hidden map had lit up inside her brain, a flash of it that showed her a long voyage of discovery, a deep dive into her sexuality, and that she was only at the beginning. She left vanilla behind without a whisper of doubt. She found, at first, difficulty in discerning which men had that dominant, aggressive, boundary-pushing streak that she craved–she was a subtle creature, though, and began to hear the subtext when a man spoke, to sift through their words and separate the gold of assured, knowledgeable competence from the dross of bluster, arrogance, and unreliable volatility.

take a hike pt 1

lmk if you want pt 2 it’s written

I parked my car in the parking space farthest from the trailhead. Breathing in the scent of the woods as I stepped out of the car was refreshing. My boots hit the ground with a thud as I look around for Caleb. The sun beaming down on my skin, making me feel hot, I catch a glimpse of him up the pavement. He’s looking at the dog passing by the grin stretched across his face made me melt. I come up behind him and startling him.

“Shall we make our way onto the trail?” He asked as he moved forward. I followed watching his broad shoulders move with him, and my eyes travelled downwards but I catch myself as I almost trip over a root. We start our way down the trail, we pass a few people every thirty to forty minutes but because of the heat not many people were out. He teases me every time I stumble over my own feet. We switch places so I am in front, and I can feel his eyes watching my every move. Not that I can blame him, I was doing the same thing. We’ve only been seeing each other for a few months but the heat hasn’t died. In fact, it was higher than ever. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It has been a week since I have seen him, and I am desperate to have my fingers gripping the sides of shoulders while he showers me in kisses.

The Magic of a 3XL Hoodie: Part 5 [FF, height difference, huge boobs, fisting]

“Okay. We’re going to do this. It might seem extreme to you, but it’s really not,” I said, trying to reassure her, “Don’t worry, just follow my lead. Don’t talk, just feel. Trust me.”
“I trust you, Lorrie. What are we doing?”
I shushed her and held her lubricated arm firmly, one hand around her wrist, the other hand gripping her elbow. I pulled her hand toward my pussy. Her fingers tickled me as they passed between my fat pussy lips, and she started reaching for my clit. I took her hand in mine, rolled her fingers into a fist, and before she even had a choice, I put that little balled-up fist right in my pussy. She was speechless and her eyes were wide with alarm, but she didn’t protest. Either way, I was not about to relinquish control now that I had what I wanted. I didn’t give her a chance to hesitate, I pulled her forearm into me up to the elbow and started grinding my clit against her bicep. I felt her hand stir deep within me, and I shuddered with the visceral thrill of being penetrated by something better than any phallus, real or rubber.
“Oh, Dina!” I moaned.
“Doesn’t this hurt?” she asked, stage whispering for some reason.
“No honey, it feels like… I feel *you*. I feel you so deep in me, I love it, I want you so bad, please fuck me like it’s your job, fuck me hard! Tickle my guts while you pump my pussy! I’m probably going to make some crazy noises, just ignore it and keep going.”
That was all she needed to hear, her eyes went from afraid to determined. She moved her knees so she was straddling my leg, then leaned forward, leaning on my soft belly with her free arm. Once she was in position, she went to work, and I mean *work*, bitch! Her arm became a battering ram laying siege to my needy pussy, her tense bicep bumping hard against my swollen clit while her hand wriggled around inside me. I don’t know what to compare it to that doesn’t sound horrifying, but trust me, it was the most intense sexual pleasure I had ever felt (at the time anyway). I hugged the pillow to my face with both arms and howled into it over and over, completely losing control of my voice. My faithful little fuck machine didn’t slow down for a second, it was like she was stuffing me full of ecstasy, packing in more with each earth-shaking thrust. It didn’t take long for it to build up to the breaking point.
“I’m gonna fucking cum, Dina!” I said in a moment of clarity, as I once again found myself at the precipice of orgasm, “When I say ‘now,’ pull out, okay? I’m gonna cummmm!” I sounded like some plastic moron from a porn video, but I didn’t care, this was for real.
“I will,” she said, sounding almost devout.
Hearing that was all it took. I shouted “Now!” not caring if my neighbors heard or anyone else. As the muscles in my abdomen and pelvis tensed, she quickly withdrew her arm. I tossed the pillow off of me, paying no attention to where it went, then compulsively splayed my legs as wide as I could, like I was going to deliver this orgasm like a baby. I held my thick soft pussy lips apart with one hand and went to town on my clit with the other, fingers splayed, thrashing back and forth with abandon. I was so lost in the sauce I have no idea where I was looking, if I was moaning, or what kind of crazy face I was making. Finally, the floodgates opened and I was completely consumed. I felt like I was burning with strange fire, my skin felt hot but I was covered in goosebumps. Streams of crackling electricity coursed up my arms and legs and into my chest. I think I was still rubbing my clit like no tomorrow, but I was no longer aware of it or any of my surroundings. The ringing in my ears drowned out all sound, and my eyes saw nothing but slowly churning grey stars. I had been holding my breath and my lungs were burning urgently, but my orgasm still wasn’t over. I was dimly aware that my legs were kicking and my back was arched, but it didn’t feel like my body, it felt more like an afterimage or a dim reflection (seen through a glass darkly, maybe?). As the storm subsided, I finally let out my breath and inhaled deeply, but that gave me such a strong head rush that I immediately fainted, and my body went slack on the bed. In a couple of seconds my sight returned, slowly opening up from a narrow tunnel to full field of vision, and I could hear Dina calling my name before I felt her hand smacking my face, trying to wake me up.
“What the fuck, Lorrie?! I thought you died! What happened? Are you okay? Should I call for help?” she asked, still terrified.
“No, I’m fine!” I said, putting my arms around her and bringing her close to me. “I just came really hard because you fucked me so good, and then I got a head rush and passed out for a second.”
“Oh!” she said, sitting up abruptly, “I was afraid I gave you an internal hemorrhage or something, I thought I killed you!”
“Nah, if you want to kill me, it’s going to take more than a good fucking, sweetheart.”
“Must have been pretty good to make you pee yourself like that.”
This was news to me.
“What?” I asked, mortified yet again.
“While you were cumming you peed a little bit. See, look,” she said, pointing to a wet spot on the sheet starting at my pussy and extending down the bed. You could see the outline where it had splashed on her leg and dripped down the side of her knee.
“Oh… um, I don’t think that’s pee, I think I actually squirted.”
This was a new development. Since then, I have squirted many times, with and without intending to, but this was the first time in my life that I had squirted enough to notice.
“Squirted? Is that what you call it when you cum so hard you pee?”
“No, squirt, like female ejaculation.”
There was zero recognition in Dina’s eyes.
“Forget it,” I said, trying to sound casual.
She seemed perfectly happy to forget it. Considering this and the other unusual things she had said, I was beginning to understand some things about her. As before, I decided not to push the subject in case it would make her uncomfortable. We both drank some more water, and I sipped a little bit of wine before settling back down on my bed.
She lay on top of me again, and we kissed some more, gently, and I squeezed handfuls of her ass while she jostled my boob with one hand and snaked the other hand down between us until it found my pussy. She felt up my puffy outer lips and jiggled my chubby mons, which felt delicious. Soon, she shifted her focus to my boobs yet again, pushing them together so she could bury her face in their softness, sucking on great big mouthfuls of my smooth warm breasts, whether her wide open mouth encircled a nipple or not. While she nuzzled and suckled me sweetly, her pelvis was beginning to move rhythmically, grinding her vulva against the front of my hip. As I played with her gossamer blond locks, I enjoyed the sensation of her slippery labia parting and the heat of her wet pussy rubbing against me while contented slurping noises issued from deep in the canyon between my giant boobs which almost entirely concealed her head. My own pussy began to wake up again in response, and I could feel the juices collecting at he entrance to my tired and sore vagina.
“Hey Dina…”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to trib?” As soon as I said it, I realized I shouldn’t have. This was almost certainly another term she didn’t know.
“What’s that?” she asked eagerly. I knew it.
“I like how you’re grinding on me, can we change positions so you’re riding my pussy with yours?”
Her body froze for a moment, like she had just realized she forgot something important, but her uneasy face relaxed just as quickly.
“Ooh, that sounds hot!” she said, doing her best to sound ‘into it.’
I knew she wanted it, so I brought one foot up so that my knee was up in the air, and she put her arms around it as she straddled it and sat down on me, our pussies smooshed together. The difference in size between our bodies meant that this was probably the best position for us. More evenly-matched women can do the other classic scissoring poses, but for us it was best if she just rode me like a thoroughbred while I did sexy starfish. I grabbed the lube bottle from the table and she raised herself up slightly so I could deliver a generous squeeze on both our vulvae.
Dina lowered herself back down and began to gyrate her hips, not enough to make our pussies slip and slide against one another, but enough for her lips to rub and massage mine. I moaned softly, smiled, and started put on a show for her with my boobs again. When she caught sight of what I was doing, she changed her position so she was still in the same spot, but didn’t have to turn her head as far. She got back on the grind, and I kept her entertained by bouncing, hefting, nuzzling, and kissing my boobs, and sucking on my nipples, stopping only to twist and flick them to keep them as big and erect as possible. My display was definitely having the intended effect, because I could tell from her movements that she was getting more and more aroused. She reached down with one hand to spread my big fat pussy lips apart and reveal the dark pink walls of the deep rift which held my clitoris at its bottom. Her own clit, usually exposed anyway, was fully revealed by her spread labia, which were pulled apart by her spread legs. Dina carefully maneuvered her clit down until it found mine, and then she began to lazily swirl them together so that they circled each other like a couple dancing cheek to cheek. It felt so good it made me want to talk dirty.
“Fuck, Dina, you do me good so much,” I said, too tired and horny to make sense.
“Your pussy feels so good, Lorrie, it’s like you’re sucking my clit with your cooch. The inside of your lips are so smooth, this must be what fucking feels like if you have a dick.”
“Well, if you ever grow a dick, just remember you always got a place to plant it right here.”
“No, I just want to do this and suck your big titties and feel your fingers in me again, Lorrie, that’s all.”
“You do whatever you want, I just love watching you lose yourself in my boobs when you’re not fist fucking me into another dimension.”
This must have struck a chord, because Dina moaned deeply and pressed herself against me even harder. With her head back, she continued moaning softly while her hips shook, causing our clits to bounce against one another rapidly. It felt really good, and while I was unlikely to cum this way, I decided to see if I could send her further toward climax with some more choice words.
“Keep fucking me Dina, I want to feel your pussy squeeze when you cum. You’re going to cum, right? I want to feel the orgasm go through your body.”
She was in no position to respond, she was so close she was nonverbal, and her careful clit kisses had deteriorated into uncoordinated bouncing. I kept up the banter.
“That feels so good, I want to see you cum, I want you to cum all over my big wet pussy! Cum all over me, Dina! Rub your clit all over my pussy, fuck me! You sexy little minx, I want you to ride me so hard you can’t help but cum your brains out…” That was all it took.
“I’m cumminggggggggggg! Fuuuuuuuck, ohhh, *cumming*, ah!”
Dina said something else after that, but it was complete gibberish. When her body began to flail, I simply raised my other leg and squeezed her between my thighs, straining to feel the sensation of her vagina and asshole spasming against the base of my leg. She was emitting the kind of noises weightlifters make, and her face was a matching rictus of exertion. Fascinated, I watched as she was gripped by the intense orgasm, her limbs waving and kicking involuntarily, then wrapping around my folded leg and squeezing it so tight I was afraid she would strain my knee. Her pelvis was still bucking, still rubbing against my pussy, and I could feel her juice dripping slowly down my leg onto my ass. Instead of trailing off, the tension in her arms, legs, and back vanished abruptly. She stopped rocking her hips like Elvis, and her hold on my leg eased.
Without releasing her from her confinement between my chubby thighs, I leaned her toward me and gently parted my knees to deposit her onto my chest so that she could enjoy the comfort of my boobs once more. She was still catching her breath, and she fumbled weakly with the nipple in front of her face before closing her eyes and relaxing her body completely. I kissed her head and rubbed her back, and she drew her knees up in front of her, lying on top of me in the fetal position, resting her head on my left breast. ‘I swear, if she starts sucking her thumb…’ I thought to myself.
She looked so cute curled up like that, I cried a little bit. I lay still, not wanting to break the spell, for as long as I could, but after a few minutes I was starting to get cold and Dina’s weight on my abdomen was really pressing on my bladder. She was already asleep by this point, so I tried to be as gentle as possible as I extricated myself from under her and covered her with a blanket. I put on the bathrobe and some flip-flops, turned out the lights, and went to the bathroom.
When I got back, Dina had made herself more comfortable, gotten under the covers properly, and found the pillow. She was lying curled up, her knees almost over the side of the bed. Behind her was an empty spot exactly my size. I took off the robe and sandals and climbed in behind her. I reached over her, and with my hand in the middle of her chest, I pulled her toward me until her ass was in my lap, her hair was tickling my nose, and my boobs and belly were pressed against her back. She was obviously awake, but neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. I listened to her breathing while I thought about our incredible evening together, and after a moment she was fast asleep again. I dozed off soon after, and had strange dreams while the sour wine burned its way through my gut.

Coming Alive at the Euphoria Hotel p6 – The Night Club (MF) (freeuse) (public) (nightclub)

Between his erotic debauchery, Charlie chatted with other hotel guests who had heavily suggested Charlie go to the club that night. He was buzzing with excitement as he approached the thumping bass. The club wasn’t yet full, but he could already see the stories were true. The bartenders were shirtless men who flirted with everyone who passed, while the female DJ bounced around her booth topless. While some groups chatted and drank on the fringes, others filled the dance floor. The women all wore tight and revealing clothes, freely allowing men to grind up against them, grope them, and kiss them.

After a drink, Charlie slid a hand on the hips of a nearby girl, pulling her close. Her thin dress allowed Charlie to feel the full softness of her ass against him as her hips rocked to the rhythm. At first she bent at the waist, tight dress riding up to let him watch her thong build friction on his hardening cock. Next song she backed into him, her hips still swaying, allowing him to slip a hand inside her deep V to squeeze a boob and lean over to sloppily kiss her.

Vanessa, Part I: The Farhampton Library (F-solo, bi)

Vanessa Part I:

The Farhampton Library

Vanessa settled into her usual seat, the one farthest from the door. Farhampton U Campus Library was small enough that she could still see the door, but the chances of someone entering the building seeing her was slight. She saw the people, not the other way around. It had been a minor issue in high school but in college it was growing annoying. Hours of classwork, hours of homework, all equaled minutes of meaningful human interaction.

In short, she was lonely.

Nineteen years old and she couldn’t generate any interest in her nethers worth a damn. No human interest at any rate. A promo code plucked from the sponsored portion of an impotent YouTube video about something or other proved to be of great value. For the last six months odd hours could be spent in the arms of a discrete silicone lover. “Mr. Darcy,” as the little vibrator came to be known, was a fast and efficient beast, shaking off the worst days, every bad grade, every missed opportunity for real life. It was lightyears ahead of the old memory foam pillow she kept under her bed since puberty. Cranked up to a setting reminiscent of an electric sander, Mr. Darcy would dependably bring her to a wet mess in mercifully few minutes, a blessing when she had little time at the end of the day and less privacy.

Disturbia [M/F, imprisonment, mild violence, CNC, sadomasochism play, and mentions of trauma reimagined into painplay]

note: not proofread before posting.

Part One:

“Sweetheart,” he urges me, my wrists clutched in his hands as a lock of black hair falls into his eyes. He is sweating. He is normally composed and arrogant; a jester on a cruel lord’s dance floor, eternally smirking and simpering to a crowd of self proclaimed lords and ladies ravenous for our blood. “Sweetheart,” he says again, and it ends in a whine. He is frantic. The way his nails dig half-moons into my skin excites me. “Don’t. Dont!”

The room we are in is locked. The keyring hangs heavy at his belt. I can hear the other prisoners from the ward banging on the door, inciting each other to open the damn door. This close, I can smell the sweat and fear on him like a rot. He has lost all facade of composure with the silver flint in my hand. The oil pools pungent on the walls, coating everything but the rest of the facility in slick contempt.

Allie’s Subway Encounter [M/F] Pt. I

Allie lived in Brooklyn and worked in Manhattan for a large creative agency. She had moved there last year after graduating from college at a fresh 22 years old. She was cute, spunky and quiet. Allie was an introvert and kept to herself, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t cute af. Her curly brown hair bounced off her white skin, while her brown eyes peered out from behind her cute-geeky spectacles. In addition to being a super cute book-nerd, Allie had a phenomenal figure. She stood only 5’4”, however her figure was slender, with curves in all the right places. When she was younger, she had been a competitive figure skater. Allie had her own place in Brooklyn and loved having her privacy. Her hairless cat lived at home in her small, but cozy brick loft.
The train was already getting full by the time she got on. It was a cloudy April day out, but the weather was still tolerable. At this point, it was standing room only and Allie ended up towards one corner. There was one more stop before the train would go under water. It always freaked her out a little bit as she felt out of control being in a steel box underneath the water for even a short period of time. More people hurled themselves into her car and it was now pretty close to full. She was reading a book with her headphones in and rarely, if ever, talked to strangers. The car descended underwater and Allie kept on minding her business.
As the car slipped into darkness, it sped up and she heard the whirring sound of the train snaking its way through the tunnels. All the sudden, an announcement came over the car’s PA system.
“Attention, attention all passengers. Due to an unexpected event we will be making a short stop. I repeat, this is not an emergency, we will be making a short stop.”
The car slowed down and came to a halt. You could hear the passengers lightly moan at having been delayed. Everyone was still patient nonetheless. Allie peered her nose out briefly from in between the pages of her book and looked around her. She was surrounded by a sea of humanity. There was an old lady with a white and blue shirt crouched over holding a bag, a younger white guy that looked like he was a skater punk, some hipsters, and office workers. She didn’t pay too much attention and returned to her book.
The loud speaker blared again: “Attention, attention, due to maintenance on the track ahead of us, we will be stopped for just a few more moments.”
Everyone let out a collective groan. Allie didn’t have to be at work until between 9:00 and 9:30, so she wasn’t too stressed. She hunkered down in her book and tuned out the world around her. A couple more minutes passed when another announcement came over the loud speaker.
“Passengers, there is an electrical interruption occurring while necessary repairs are made. If the lights momentarily go out, do not be alarmed. I repeat, do not be alarmed and do not panic.”
People had already accepted that the train was going to be late by this point. The lights flickered and then went out completely. The car was darkened, and everyone let out a collective gasp. Emergency lights were still on in the tunnel ahead so it was possible to see the outlines of some shapes. However, it was mostly dark.
Allie could no longer read her book, however, she kept her headphones in mainly for privacy even though she wasn’t listening to anything. She put her book away and waited patiently when she felt what she thought was a hand brush up against her shoulder. It was a crowded car and she knew people were antsy so she ignored it. However, the hand was then on her right shoulder. She thought it was a bit odd but figured someone was just resting their hand on her shoulder for a quick break.
The hand remained there while Allie mentally rehearsed her day. There was no cell signal down here, so she couldn’t text her boss to tell her she was going to be late. The car was full so trying to find a seat was not an option. A moment later, Allie felt a second hand go up on her left shoulder. She was wedged in and couldn’t really even turn around if she wanted to. Nonetheless, Allie figured that the passenger behind her needed a break and didn’t say anything.
An announcement came on again. “Attention, all passengers. We apologize for the delay, however, due to unexpected electrical issues, the train will be delayed for another couple of minutes. Thank you for your patience.” Now, a huge collective groan was let out. Allie stayed patient. She had forgotten that a stranger had both hands on her shoulders. She thought about it and tried to figure out who it was that she had seen. However, she had mostly looked in her field of vision and this individual was standing directly behind her. Come to think of it, was this a man or a woman?
She brushed the thought away and considered what she would do once she got home. She had a lot of designs to work on today. Then, she felt the grip on her shoulders change. The fingers felt large and strong. This was almost definitely a man. A moment later the hands started to massage her shoulders, ever so slightly. It was happening very, very slowly. So slow in fact that she said nothing. In fact, it felt kind of good. She waited patiently in the sea of humanity in a metal car underneath the water.
Allie was very shy and hated conflict. Then the massage started to become more direct and more obvious. The stranger behind her started to massage her upper back. It felt therapeutic and Allie’s shoulders were tight from being hunched over a desk all day. Allie turned her head towards the front of the car and still saw the glow of the emergency lights from the track ahead of them. She made no attempt to re-position herself.
Shortly thereafter, she felt the hands work their way down lower on her back. “Oh, I guess this is more of like a back massage she thought to herself.” The stranger’s hands started sweeping over her tight-fitting cotton shirt. Now, she could feel them bumping over her bra strap. About 5 feet in front of her by the door, she heard the skater guy say to his friend with dreadlocks, “ha, who would have thought we would have gotten stuck underneath here?”
Some people started lightly conversating. A moment later, Allie was shocked when she felt the hands reach up from the back underneath her shirt and the massage continued on her bare skin. Now, she smiled and let out a little giggle. This felt really good to her and she was not about to do anything that would cause it to stop. The hands were almost definitely those of a man and felt a little bit textured or rough. While the stranger was bold, they were controlled and she oddly felt a sense of trust to this person she had never met before.
Then, another announcement rang out: “Attention, attention. The delay that is causing us to sit on the tracks has no new update. We will be here for at least another 10 minutes.” Now, the passengers really let out another groan. However, things did not turn into a frenzy. The hands from the stranger that were massaging her suddenly stopped. Allie just continued about her business and thought about her hairless cat at home, and what mischief he was getting himself into now.
A minute or two later, Allie felt the same stranger’s hands again start massaging her back. First, it was on top of her shirt and then it returned to underneath her shirt. The stranger started rubbing up and down and then in little gentle circles. It felt so good. As the stranger’s hands reached higher, he started to massage her oblique muscles. The stranger’s hands then came up to where her bra was and for a second they bumped up against her breasts. The passenger then started to massage her shoulders underneath her shirt. There were people all around her and she could barely turn around, even if she wanted to. No-one had any idea of what was happening between her and the stranger.
She began to assume that the stranger was a man due to how large and strong his hands were. As his hands came down towards her bra, they again came around the sides and rubbed up against her breasts. This time, however, he cupped his hands directly on her breasts and massaged the area around the bra. Allie had heard of therapeutic massages that did involve the breasts so she figured that this friendly stranger was legitimate. She considered for a moment if she should stop it, but she was shy and what else would she do while trapped in a subway car in the dark? It had been at least 6 months since she’d slept with someone.
Up to this point, neither of them had said a word to each other. Her fellow passengers mostly sat there doing nothing in the dark. The stranger then continued to Allie’s back and gave a couple of light circular strokes on her back. His hands then came to the clasp on the back of her bra. “OH my God”, she thought to herself. She wasn’t sure if he was going to unhook her bra.
Both hands came to the clasp of her bra and quietly unhooked her bra. Allie took a deep breath and her heart began to pound. The man took both hands and reached them underneath the bra cups. He began to perform a massage on her solid 34B breasts. Allie couldn’t believe that someone she had never met was now fondling her breasts in a subway car in pitch black!
Right then, an old lady tapped Allie on the arm.
Allie was surprised. “Excuse me, do you know when we’ll be moving?”, asked the old lady.
“No, ma’am. I’m sorry, I don’t know either.”, she responded.
Now the stranger began to caress her nipples. She had a stud pierced into both nipples which he gently played with. Allie was feeling aroused when suddenly his hands pulled away and she was just left standing there. She looked down at her bag but could barely see anything.
People really weren’t doing anything now. She waited another 5 minutes when another announcement came over the PA: “Attention passengers. Work crews are repairing the lines ahead. There is no new update as to when power will be back and we will resume.”
All of a sudden she felt the hands again touch her back. This time, he massaged her back but on the outside of her shirt a little bit. She thought that this was pretty much all that would happen and it had felt a little bit weird, but it had been a nice diversion. He continued by rubbing her shoulders and even touching the back of her neck, which was a sensitive spot for her. As he touched the back of her neck underneath her hair line, she let out a slight ‘ahh’.
His hands slowly worked their way to the front of her body when he reached again underneath the front of her shirt and began massaging her tummy. Allie was fit and wore a size 0 dress with a 24” waist. Slowly, his hands began to reach down towards her tailored business casual dress slacks. His hands went for the top button and Allie took a deep breath. He slowly undid it and placed two fingers down the top of her slacks. She was wearing a string thong and he lightly ran his fingers over the outside of her g-string panties and then abruptly pulled them away.
Allie took a deep gasp and sighed at the thought of what may happen next…
TO BE CONTINUED (links to other works in the comments)

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 284-286) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 284: Choice of Weapon

With the mysterious ‘miss Ruby’ nowhere to be seen, Number Four had plenty of time to pick his weapon. The shirtless men opened the massive chests they brought which contained a heap of sharp blades and pointy sticks.

The old man took skimmed over the surface contents of the chests, but instead of rummaging through each one, he knelt at one chest, placed his hand on the chest’s back wall, and gently nudged it forward. But instead of staying in place, like a some-three-hundred-pound object should have, the chest skid forward, sliding several feet across the rocks before the friction stopped it and it toppled over, spilling its contents across the ground.

“Agh!” one of the masked staff barely jumped out of the way from the chest that landed right where he stood a second ago.