How to Cuck a Succ Day 2-part 2 [fantasy, succubus, married couple, thigh-job, public masterbation, voyeur]

Kelly acting distant this morning caused a chain reaction for Penny. Her plans to gain control of the situation were completely circumstantial. She was relying on the succubus to act the same way everyday. She realized that was her first mistake. After losing to them on the first day, Kelly would obviously try a new strategy. Penny was going to have to be more fluid in responding and planning. She needed to scrap her feeble ideas and try a different approach. 

Penny did not have a lot of free time to text at work today. She was posted on nurse duty instead of the reception desk. She took every opportunity she could to text Kelly but the communication was much cooler today. It was difficult to keep a sexy conversation going with long pauses. When the afternoon finally rolled around, the conversation had grown stale and a bit boring. 

Penny spent most of her shift overthinking everything that happened. Since Kelly did not seem to be as brash as she was yesterday, Penny worried something had offended the succubus. She tried to pinpoint the exact moment it happened. Penny thought of the living room remodel, the dinner, the feet on the table, that tense, sexual moment between the three of them, and then when they snapped out of it. 

How to Cuck a Succ Day 2-part 1 [fantasy, succubus, couple, anal, teasing, MFF, creampie]

**this chapter was so long, I have to post it in parts. Annoying, I know but I only get 4000 words per post. I won’t drag it out too long, will post the rest of the chapter by the end of the day.**

How to Cuck a Succ Day 02 – Play With it

Tuesday morning did not start as innocently as the previous morning had. Penny, after a fitful night of tossing and turning, finally gave up on trying to fall asleep. She tapped her phone and squinted to see the time. Without her glasses, the block numbers were blurry, but she eventually made out what they were. There was still a half an hour left before their alarm would start to ring. 

With a sigh of annoyance, Penny rolled back onto her pillow. She felt restless and tired but could not satisfy either feeling. Each time her mind tried to slip into deep rest, thoughts of Kelly would interrupt. The succubus’s flirty smile and playful eyes were locked into her consciousness and would not disappear. Penny stared at the ceiling and wondered about what the alluring creature was up to this morning. 

My Experiences Part II: more early events

There isn’t much to report from high school. I made out with a lot of girls. That was cool and all but I was a horny teenage boy and I wanted to fuck…. I always got “prudes” as we called them where I was from.

My senior year I changed schools. Fresh meat. Quickly I found a girlfriend who would have sex. At this point I still considered myself a virgin. Guys didn’t count, im talking about real sex. And that one girl didn’t count, it was brief and neither of us came.

This girl and I did it pretty regularly. She was pretty cute, had big excellent tits, but had kind of a bad reputation at that school for being kind of a slut I guess and getting suspended for weed and Xanax or some shit. I didn’t care about that, let’s fuck!

Coming To My Rescue (MF)

I’m shivering, soaking wet and annoyed. The torrential rain beats down on me as though taunting me for not wearing a coat. 

I stand still taking in my surroundings, the annoyance slowly turning into anxiety. There are no street lights, It’s pitch black, aside from the occasional car that whizzes past me and my broken down car. 

I look around in the darkness. What if there was a person lurking over the verge? What if an unknown car pulls over? 

I hug myself and take a few deep breaths. I pull out my phone and curse myself looking at the 10% battery. Thank god I had enough battery to call the breakdown recovery number. 

I wait. Minutes pass that feel like hours. I am on the verge of crying when finally I see the tow truck approach.

I smile as I watch him get out of the vehicle, large umbrella at the ready. I rush over to him, shouting, “Thank goodness you’re here!” I am so happy to see him I lose myself for a moment and find myself reaching out to hug him. As I wrap my hands around this stranger’s waist I see him up close and realise this guy is cute. In fact he is more than cute. He is outrageously hot. 

The Underground Ravecity Pt. 1 [Fantasy] [Nudism] [Exhibitionsim] [Age gap]

Below the cold, damp, bland city was another city, one full of life, of hope, of energy, and fun. Underground, in the recently abandoned subway stations that once made up the city, was where people came together to have fun. This place was known as The Underground Ravecity.

Formed a couple of years ago, The Underground Ravecity was developed by a group of college students who wanted to create a new type of party life, one that would never have been be allowed to exist within the city. Thus they had brought their development to the recently abandoned subway line that ran below the city. It was relatively clean to begin with, but they had invested into cleaning it up, adding bright LED lighting, bright neon lights, and billboards advertising all sorts of things. They’d also installed lockers, showers, beds, and had allowed vendors to sell all sorts of legal (and illegal) items that people would need at any one point. The Underground Ravecity was about 6 stations long and could easily hold a couple thousand people at any one time. It was the perfect place for a party.

My Experiences: Part I… First time

See my intro post in r/sexstories. This sub has more people so I’m jumping over here. This first one isn’t great, but important if you want to read my future posts with the good stuff. Also this post is mostly gay. More straight stuff in the future.

I was in 10th grade. I had no game basically with women (or at least women that were ready to have sex). I had had a girlfriend a year before that we had given oral to each other, but not very often and it wasn’t that great (ow, her teeth). But I was ready to try a guy.

Years earlier I had found my dads respectable magazine collection. It had almost the entire 80s and the first few years of the 90s of playboys. He also had a good smattering of Hustler, Penthouse, Maxim, and several others. It was great. My parents weren’t home a lot so I got to explore them fairly early.

I Went for Cupcakes, I Got a Creampie (FM, Pregnancy, Masturbation, Public)

**Hey there, readers. This is my first attempt at a female POV, so I hope I was able to do it justice. I actually think this one’s pretty cute. Hope you enjoy!**

It was back. The urge. I tried to ignore it this time, but ignoring it only made the longing in me grow stronger. It grew and grew until it dominated my every waking thought. Cupcakes. I needed cupcakes.

I’d always heard about the cravings from Mama and Granny, but they’re truly something you have to feel to believe. The first trimester of pregnancy comes with a whole host of annoyances, but the cravings? God damn.

It’s like trying to go on keto when your favorite foods are pizza and mac’n cheese, except I’m not on a diet. Some days I want to deepthroat a can of Cheezewiz, other days I’d fight a tiger with my bare hands just for a cup full of crushed ice. Today? It’s fuckin’ cupcakes.

I kill the engine and pull my keys out of the ignition. Ted’s Baked Goods. *Ted better bake the fuck out of some cupcakes, or I’m gonna be raisin’ hell today* I think. This Texas gal isn’t taking any prisoners.

A Second Chance [M/F] [con] [sm]

The day after it went down, she refused to talk to me. I left work to the silent treatment; not even eye contact. I thought about it at work all day. I had made a huge mistake. I couldn’t help it. I had a fetish. I just didn’t know how to communicate it to her, so I just did it. It was wrong and I felt horrible. Honestly, I didn’t mean any harm. I felt like a freak and now, as I trudged home deep in thought, my marriage was over.

I walked into a house that felt empty. The lights were off and it was deathly silent. I signed audibly. Slowly I ascended the starts to change – heck maybe I’d need to pack. The door to our bedroom was closed. I didn’t realize it until I pushed it open, which was odd. There she sat on the edge of the bed. My Emma. She was dressed in a blue and white paisley print shirt. Her dirty blond hair was down, which was such a turn on for me. Emma was a petite woman. Everything about her was small and fragile. I suppose that was part of the allure, especially considering I towered over her. She looked at me with those big blue eyes and full lips. Emma’s cheek bones where high and angular like a swimsuit model. Seriously she said, “Let’s try again.”

The Eagle, The Priestess, and the Epitaph Pt. 5 [Fantasy] [MF] [Seduction] [Doggystyle] [Breeding]

(Authors Note: Again, sorry for how little the sex was in the previous part. I have made up for it in this one. Please enjoy. Not sure how many parts I’m even willing to go forward with but hopefully you all want to see a conclusion to the plot/story. Let me know in the comments)

Autumn and Anubis didn’t make it to the bedroom. He collapsed at the staircase, the carpet rubbing into her back as she held onto him, making out with the god who clearly had turned into a horny animal.

He pushed his face into hers, his lips and tongue forcing themselves onto hers, slobbering across her face as his hands reached down and tore off her shirt, tossing the garments aside. His hands dove right to her bra, tearing it with his godly strength and throwing it over the railing of the staircase. His warm hands dug into her breasts, kneading around as his thumbs rolled over her perking nipples.

She was panting, trying to catch a breath of fresh air as he was going ballistic on her. She pushed him off her face to pant and breathe “Wait…slow….slow down.”

[F] I finally let myself come out of my shell.

Hi everyone! I think it’s time for me to finally get some of my stories out here on writing. I provided some background, but continue to the dashed line if you want to skip to the fun part! Let me know what you think in the comments or messages! Feel free to share some of your own stories as well!

*I’m tired of feeling so conflicted.*

I was always told to dress modestly, focus on my school work, and stay active in extra-curriculars. It’s not like I had a very strict or conservative upbringing, but my studies were always made the priority. I was still allowed to purchase my own clothing and have my own fashion sense, but there is no world in which it would be acceptable to be found wearing a short skirt or low cut top in my household. My parents just wanted to keep me on a steady track for college, and minimize other distractions that may interrupt that focus. These habits stuck with me as I went off on my own to college, but over the first couple years, I couldn’t help but have some other thoughts start to intrude.