[Scat, Femdom, M/F] Breaking Reality Ch. 3

Thank you so much for your comments about the series. I pretend to make this a recurring series, and to slowly introduce some more extreme shit eating elements on this story. It will become a more humiliating and extreme femdom journey as Jarden becomes more and more submissive to Bia’s bottom.

PART 8: THE DEAL

I waited until the next day without eating anything in order to go to Bia’s home. She insisted that it would be better if I was very hungry before, and I couldn’t agree less.

I was scrolling through Instagram waiting for the time we agreed to meet up, which was 4pm. I really had a cold feeling when I saw her new Instagram feed picture. She was wearing a really short dress, and took the photo on front of her mirror, in the bedroom.

I can’t stop thinking about him

My coworker (M30) and I (F28) went to orientation together. We worked at the same office for several years before he transferred to another location under a promotion about six months ago.

We were alway professional, but slightly flirty. He married about a year ago, I’m also married.

We met for a drink a few weeks ago, totally a friendly thing and was never supposed to go anywhere, he was just a good friend and I missed him.

Since then, we started texting more. A lot more. And then sexting. He makes me SO hot.

We have a lot of the same kinks. Hair pulling. Choking. Spanking. He’s an ass guy and I love being rammed from behind. We both have cum fetishes. Unfortunately I’m not on birth control, but that almost makes it hotter 😩 (He told me that as soon as he gets fixed he’s going to fill me up 🥵) He’s a pleaser, doesn’t like oral on him but loves to give it to his woman 🤤 He’s dominant & direct which I find to be a huge turn on.

The man can make me wet with a single sentence.

Morning Routine [Fm] [Fdom]

What do your weekday mornings look like? We all have our habits and rituals to start the day. Ours work for us.

The alarm rouses me gently, invariably as I wake my hands reach out and search for the metal cage that holds your cock. I pull you firmly with it, feeling you rouse too, and slide your warm sleepy body towards me, cock first. I know you’re straining against the metal bars, your heavy denied balls tingling at my touch.
“Good morning mistress” you whisper as you slide under the sheets, my free hand pushing you down and my thighs opening up to allow you to perform your duty.

As you mouth and tongue find me warm musky pussy I lean over, pick up my phone and check my plans for the day, clear and reply to several emails. You work away in between my legs, licking and sucking with no goal, I’ve no time for an orgasm and I ignore you for the most part. This is purely to cement the cadence of our day.

Best friend’s fuck buddy [MF]

I was surprised when I pulled in the garage; I didn’t expect to find it empty. I checked my roommates location only to see she was still almost 2 hours from home. I definitely wasn’t mad, a few hours to myself sounded nice. Inside, I threw my bag on the ground and started the tub. I might as well relax without her here, right?

I had just settled into my bath when I heard the garage open. “What the hell?” I knew it couldn’t be my roommate, and nobody else should know the code. I climbed out and grabbed a towel. I heard someone coming up the stairs and as I opened my door, my roommates door shut “maybe the location was wrong and she’s home.”

I walked over to her door and as I opened it said “I didn’t expect you to be home so soon.” But I started to trail off mid sentence when I realized it wasn’t her, it was her fuck buddy Clint. “Shit, Clint I’m sorry.” He was laying on the bed in well worn jeans and a tshirt, and I watched as he gave me a look up and down. It felt like he could see right through my towel.

An unknowing visit to a gangbang massage parlor [MMMMMF] (bond) Part 8

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Sky turned her head towards Marcus, his large cock haunting her and putting fear and excitement in her head. A gentle kiss on his head and then down the bottom of his shaft. Little gasps coming from his lips as he enjoys the show. A smile across his face, and a taste similar to Jamell’s but a bit stronger as she worked down to find his ball. Taking a moment before she gives them a few big licks, the funk and addicting taste the strongest there as she laps it up, her head filling with the emotions of being a cock sucking slut for muliptule men, highlighted by her reaching out and grabbing the last dick left alone with Barry. The thought of how he must taste excited Sky as she lifted herself up and opened her mouth for Marcus.

Thankfully he was gentle, just giving pets as Sky worked her way along his cock. Having to open and find new angles as his large cock invaded what felt like every inch of her drooling slut mouth. But he moaned and made her feel like she was doing the best job ever. Thinking how if she came back she should start really practicing. Gosh, already thinking about coming back… how far she had fallen.

A Virgin at a College Party Goes Wild [F/M/M/M/M]

Olivia found herself in the library again, reading adventure books. She thought that college would be different from high school, but she was friendless and lacked fun. She enjoyed reading books, but she also wanted to try something new. It would be nice if she could meet someone who could show her fun.

Hank meandered in the library, pretending to be searching for a good novel to read, but he was looking for a virgin. That was his initiation task if he wanted the Master Prize, and he figured the library was the best place to find her.

He spotted a girl with tied brown hair and glasses in front of her green eyes. She’s the one, thought Hank.

“Hi. Sorry if I’m disturbing you,” he said. “I was fascinated by your look. You seem very interesting.”

Olivia blushed. She wasn’t used to compliments from young men or talking to them. “Thank you,” she said, smiling while lowering her gaze.

“Do you mind if I sit?”

“Please.”

“You new here?”

“This is my first year. You?”

“Me as well. What you reading there?” asked Hank.

How a Long Distance Relationship Turned me into a Cuck

My girlfriend (24) and I (25) had been dating about 2 years when I found out she would be moving to a different country for school. She is the nerdy type. Thick glasses and thick bushy hair, and a slightly chubby body but with good sized boobs and a fat ass. She was the stereotypical introverted nerdy girl, except for one outlying factor – her extremely high sex drive. She would often want to fuck multiple times a day and frankly, I couldn’t keep up. Our sex life had become very stale in the last few months before she left. She would often want to have sex, but i could hardly keep up, and i could tell she began to get disappointed. Despite all that, she remained a great, loyal girlfriend, even though our sex life was not great.

When September rolled around, she got on a plane and moved away for school. Shortly after being there, she then brought up the idea of us taking a “break” in our relationship. I agreed, as i realized I could now have the opportunity to hook up with other girls. I immediately hit up all of my old hookups and other girls, looking for sex. Unfortunately for me, all my old girls now had boyfriends, or were no longer interested (just great).

The Festival [MF]

I was excited to visit the literary festival, it may not be heavy on the erotica but being amongst writers and avid readers comes a close second.

And, most importantly, I knew he would be there. I’d admired his writing, a little awed but the quality. We’d exchanged messages, made vague plans for today.

I arrive on time, ticket in hand, plugged, summer dress, no bra, no knickers as instructed. The place is heaving with thousands of fellow festival goers. I make my way across the site, feeling my nipples graze on the thin material of my dress. Finding a seat in the refreshment marquee I partake in my favourite people watching hobby. Scanning the crowd, my eyes stop, there he is. He’s seen me and the connection is instantaneous. I feel my pussy contract and heat immediately. A visceral reaction to his stare. He nods subtly and I drop my hand and subtly graze my nails over my nipples. He watches my display, and unblinking sees me squirm. He smirks and checks his watch. The spell is broken and I also check the time, realising that I have to head to the first author talk, I look back up and he is gone.

A Lost Love, a Monologue [M/F]

What was she like? What do you mean? You don’t usually ask me questions like this. I don’t know where to start. What was she like? Well there’s this: She had a small kitchen, you know? It just had two chairs and a small table, and we’d sit there drinking tea—her father was English, you know, and this was something she had kind of inherited and then gently imposed on others. And our knees—sure, they’d be touching and I’d want it to be meaningful, like a prelude to something. And I think it might have been like that for her, but she still seemed so hesitant? Like she had never been with someone who had taken care of her so she didn’t know that she could let me, just like that, into her space. She was on edge even in the moments when we could have been slowly falling into each other. Does that make sense? I don’t know, maybe it was me who was on edge. But it became something of a challenge—how can I get her to let me take her like that? Take her off her guard?

Hypersexual at the Nude Bathhouse: A Poem About My Experience Tonight

Desperately looking for a way to release,

To bring my body and mind peace.

Bring an end to these uncontrollable urges,

Every single time I cum it just reemerges.

Thoughts are agressively sexual and obsence,

Consuming me, but they bring the dopamine.

Overcome with intense arousal, I tried to think

Where I could go- to play out my kink.

Horniness took me to the communal bath-

Free love, nudism, or am I a sociopath?

From the start, I immediately undressed,

I felt my body loosen-it decompressed.

So vulnerable- no towel even to hide,

Inadvertently spreading myself wide.

My breasts and cheeks jiggled as I paraded,

All eyes on my tattoos- I felt so elated!

Turned and faced them for the shower.

I think I took one every single hour.

Open stance, I put myself out on display.

Washing my body was a bit like foreplay.

Lathering, I caressed with my finger tips,

Also massaging soap into the folds of my naughty lips.

Each time I rinsed, I used the shower head-

On my vulva until it turned bright, cherry red.