Empire Vader – Ch 8 (Vader, Apailana, Jamilia, Neeyutnee, Queens, Royal Breeding, Corruption, Domination, Sith, Creampie, Rough, Hardcore, Breeding, Impregnation, Star Wars)

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All Characters are depicted as 18 and older.

Summary: Vader continues his work on Naboo by having a lovely meeting with the current and former Naboo Queens.

Vader’s calm and dominating gaze passed over the three women. Dressed in black robes with armored plating similar to his outfit of choice from the Clone Wars, the man with dark brown hair would have been intimidating, even if he weren’t looking over Queen Apailana’s throne.

Eventually, the Emperor of the Galactic Empire looked past the throne and out into the wide streets of Theed.

The eighteen-year-old waited on bended knee. In Apailana’s mind, all she could think about was her people. She wanted to be brave for them and brave because of her other queenly predecessors like Amidala, who had faced down an invasion of the Trade Federation when she was younger than Apailana was now.

But at the moment, she could barely muster the will to breathe, let alone be frightened. The inability to look scared or even cry was actually quite the boon for the ruler. Like the two women on their knees to either side of her, her lovely face was made up with ceremonial facepaint while a majestic outfit (which was quite heavy and troubling to walk in) adorned her body.

Desperate for my Ex (mf) [cheating]

Randomly over the years I absolutely crave my ex. Our highs school reunion is soon and here’s how I hope it’ll go.
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“Can we talk?” He asked me, during a lull in conversation.

“You good for a few?“ I asked my bf.
He waved me off, laughing at another one of Jeff’s jokes.

Adam and I walked out of the gym, and up the stairs into the school. We silently stepped through the halls we’d spent so many days walking through, all those years ago.

We made our way to the theatre, dark and unoccupied, and sat facing each other on the stage.

“I’m sorry, Jill” he offered, head hanging bashfully.
My jaw dropped, and I stared at him.

“Sorry For what?” I asked him with a laugh. “You don’t owe me anything, Adam. In fact, I want to thank you.”

“Thank me for what?” It was his turn to laugh.

“You gave me so much in those few weeks Adam. You told me I was beautiful. You told me I was sexy..”

“You are sexy.”

I [F] got double stuffed by the two guys from my other post after a party 🥳 [FM] [MFM] [MMF] [Group]. Part 1

Over the past few days I had gotten in touch with the two guys from my cousin’s move. For the sake of this story, they’re names are Dave and John.

We had been texting a little back and forth one on one. Soon, I came to find out they are actually roommates. They had a 3rd roommate too, but he moved to Colorado or California (I don’t actually remember and it doesn’t matter). After finding out they were roommates, we ended up all in one big group chat together.

As any chat, it started out a little awkward and clunky. We didn’t really know each other but we got past that pretty quick. The only things we really had in common were that we all thought each other were hot and that we knew my cousin. So we talked about the move and eventually it came up that the two of them would fight over who got to walk up behind me each time when we were going up the steps to the house.

Apartment 303 – Chapter 12: Friends with Benefits [FF]

*Author’s Note: Kelly got to experience the pleasures of ass play! Will he ask for more? Let’s find out. Visit* r/KellyBoomErotica *for previous chapters and other erotica. I love seeing you get off to my stories so DMmeYOURpussies!*

**- Chapter 12: Friends with Benefits -**

Jamie was gone when I woke. I would’ve thought our midnight tryst was just a dream except for the lingering coconut scent on my pillow, the bottle of lube on the ground, and my tender asshole. I was a bit downtrodden that Jamie wasn’t still asleep next to me, but when I went to make breakfast I realized she had already left for the airport. *Maybe next time we can snuggle each other the morning after.* My thought of next time wasn’t even a question. I knew Jamie and I weren’t finished. *She might be the roommate I truly fall in love with…*

Charlie emerged while I was pouring water in the french press. “Good morning! Coffee?” I greeted her.

“You’re chipper this morning… You sleep well?” She said through a yawn.

“Yeah, you?”

“Not really,” she yawned again. *Fuck, did she hear us last night?* “I tossed and turned worrying about my creative writing project.”

Do you think you can last long?

I have needs, you have needs, let’s get together and shares our favorite things. I love to show off so I don’t mind sharing a few selfies and perhaps something a little more lewd. I love talking and especially listening to people, learning about their lives . Visual reciprocation is appreciated but not required! Reach out and we can get to know each other and discuss our limits. I prefer reddit chat to DMs to start with.

Cum In Me Papi

It was 12:45AM and we we’ve been exchanging eyes for an hour now. I decide to send a bottle to your table in hopes to get a proper introduction. “Bottle of 1942, compliments of the gentleman to the left” says the waiter, as you and your friends look my way to motion me over. Over the loud club music, you lean over to tell me your name – “Hi I’m Lucia, and this is My Sister in law Vanessa.” I then noticed the huge diamond ring, but it didn’t deter me from flirting.

You tell me about how your husband owns the club, how he showers you with bags and gifts – but rarely spends time with you. You purposely cross your legs to expose your thick fit thighs. You wanted me to know that you weren’t wearing an panties. Your sister in law Vanessa seems more interested in me. I notice you start to get a little jealous as my attention gravitates to her. You then ask “Where’s the after party V.” Vanessa says her Condo is empty this weekend, and we can take the bottle of 1942 to go.

Daddy´s Bodyguard (MF)

This story, is ofcourse fiction, but I hope you like it.

Well, first I should probably explain who I am. Well I am Sofi or rather Sofia. I am the daughter of a very very Rich man. My Father didn´t make his money through legal ways, He sold drugs. He is a drug Lord. That´s Why I am where I am now. So where am I ? Well it´s a beautiful Villa, with a big pool, a tennis court and a flower garden, full of the brightest most beautiful Flowers. So, why do I not sound ass happy as I should be, well it´s in the middle of the fucking Jungle, for Miles just trees and Wildlife.

My Father said it´s to my own safety. But the isolation makes me feel lonely. After the assasination of my mother, I live here, mostly on my own.

Well not entirely on my own, I have House Personal, and a security detail of Mercenaries, and until a few weeks ago, I had a private teacher, but I just finished school. So he won´t be back anymore. Which is probably for the better, because he loved to stare at me lewdly.

“The Loophole” – [MF – teacher/student]

Hi everyone. I’m a little new here. I posted a Red Sonja fanfic a few years back however I’m mainly a comic book artist famous for my “Little Lorna” character. I am trying to transition into illustrated stories as I love drawing and story telling and thought this would be a different way to tell a story.

I mostly do stories about Little Lorna and guys who creep on her. As a woman, I have had my share of guys creeping on me, especially older men and growing up in the 80s and 90s, guys were a lot less reserved about their intentions.

Anyways, I hope I am not breaking any rules here because my kinks are sometimes a little (or a lot) taboo but I try and always put a sweet, fun and humorous side to my fictional world. I know that this group does not allow images but do you allow links to the illustrated story?

UPVOTES & COMMENTS = ♥️♥️♥️

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Daddy Issues: The cock wags the dog, unconvincingly.

*This is part 2. Read part 1 first. Or don’t. 🤷‍♂️

She pushed up off my chest, both hands pressing against me sensually. Her hips rocked forward. I could feel her wetness as she ground her pussy over my balls and then my cock. I don’t know how she did it, but she looked me right in the eyes and, pushing her ass backwards, my cock slid right inside her.

“Isn’t that better, Daddy? Out of the cold air, nice and warm… and wet.” Her head tilted back, “Mmmmm.” She began to slowly thrust back and forth. Grinding against me hard on each forward thrust.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I couldn’t believe my cock was throbbing inside her. “You’re fucking insane.”

Smack! My cheek stung pink from her slap. “Don’t call me that!” I could see the anger in her face, but it immediately disappeared. She just kept riding my cock like nothing had happened. She looked down at me as I looked back. “You shouldn’t say mean things to your baby girl. Do you remember anything about last night?” She just kept rocking on me, rhythmically. It was like this completely separate thing. Like she was on autopilot. Two separate things happening at the same time. She was fucking me. And she was having a conversation. Her occasional soft moans the only acknowledgement that she was fucking me.

[F4M] [On My Knees] [wet panties] [anticipation] [I wanna be your Good Girl]

I need to feel your lips again… I need to feel their fullness and the way they kiss me. I need to feel the way you start out tenderly… the way you suck on my bottom lip just right. I need to feel your forceful kisses and the way your hand wraps around the back of my head and pulls me in closer. Deeper. I need the way your tongue licks me before you dive into my mouth again, your hands cupping my cheeks. I’m replaying our last meeting in my mind and becoming aroused at the mere memory of you… of us.

Did you like your little gift? Did you keep my panties in your pocket on your drive home? Or did you hold them close to your face and periodically breathe in the scent of me? I love that you asked me to leave you with a souvenir. It was fun deciding which g-string I would wear for you that morning… knowing you wanted me nice and sweaty and my panties soaking wet before you arrived at the hotel. I like doing exactly as you ask. I like being your Good Girl. Re-reading our texts from that morning is making me so wet right now. “On my knees”… that’s how you told me to be waiting for you behind the door to room 119. Patiently waiting… on my knees. Waiting for your hard cock wearing nothing but my wet panties. “Take those clothes off” you texted, “and let me watch you do it…”