University Fun as a Slutty Bi Girl (Part One) [M/F]

I was two knuckles deep in my own soaked pussy when my roommate began to open the door to our shared dorm room. We had only been living together for three weeks now, and despite this exact scenario having happened twice before, my roommate Abbie refused to incorporate knocking into her dorm room-entering etiquette. In fact it bothered her a lot more than it did me, I just didn’t want her boyfriend or any of her theater friends to also walk in with her. I threw my comforter over my bare breasts and turned to lay on my side facing the middle of the room as well as the door. I kept my wet fingers inside myself, knowing that the lewd smell would give me away before anything else. I was also secretly hoping that Abbie would need to leave so that I could relieve some of the throbbing pressure around my pussy.

Before the door was even halfway open Abbie had locked eyes with me and in an instant I saw a half dozen emotions cross her eyes. Surprise, recognition, intrigue, hesitation, disappointment, shame. I felt myself tighten ever so slightly around my fingers when our eyes met. The door slammed shut harder than Abbie intended, the echo audible in rooms all down the hallway.

Dark/evil literotica

Hi!
If this needs to be posted elsewhere please let me know?

My wife has a vicious dark side (which I adore)

Anyway, she’s been having a hard time getting revved up.
I suggested literotica and she loved the idea.

I’m now on a quest (from her) to find the most brutal, violent, screwed up, evil and possibly gory literotica.
She expressed short stories would be most effective for our application (but not too short) that also aren’t too ridiculous or goofy

Could some lovely folks Make some suggestions for authors like this or collections of stories?

If it’s on Amazon or some other digital platform that would be nice.
But if something that fits the bill is only in paperback that’s fine.

She likes bi but prefers men so bonus points if some lesbian content is also included in the same codex of sexual corruption.

Thank you so much!

[Part 22] Lisa Galaxia – New Companions (MF, alien sex, creampie, pregnancy, sci-fi, choose your own adventure)

[Lisa Galaxia Story Hub](https://www.reddit.com/user/Butterflies-n-cream/comments/qp1l5y/lisa_galaxia_story_hub_a_scifi_choose_your_own/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) – For a plot summary and links to previous chapters!

Previously, while searching out more information about the strange metal they’d been gifted, our band of adventures helped drive off a pair of pirate ships attacking an industrial area of the abandoned Novian Capital, shooting down one of them in the process. After landing nearby they met Ayala, a Novian who offered to use their metal to refurbish the Rose Rocket. The only catch is to make use of the forge their group needed to become Novian citizens. The only available path to citizenship being for one of them to have a child with someone who was already one…

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“So we’re all ok with this then?” Lisa was asking one last time.

“It does make the most sense, I guess,” Rachel admitted.

“Hey, you’ll be an official Novain citizen after this, remember? That will only open doors later if that’s what you really want.” Lisa reassured her, and Rachel simply nodded in reply.

With that Lisa and Clark left the others and made their way over to Ayala was still talking to the Goat-headed individual on her monitor.

Despicable Snippets [NC, INC, HUMIL, INTERR, WS]

Just a random collection of perverted snippets I wrote as followups to r/dirtypenpals prompts. Themes: dub/noncon, agegaps, incest, raceplay, watersports, degradation and general depravity.

**SLAVERY**

A father’s dilemma. A man must choose.

There’s no doubt she’s of good stock and ripe. Up on the block she’d fetch a good price.

I’ve raised her for this, fed her well, she’s developed nicely, plump pleasing asscheeks, big firm titties that a man could lose himself in.

And I’ve kept her pure, after that virgin price. No man in the market will pay top dollar for soiled goods. It wasn’t easy keeping men away, like flies they hovered around her, or like dogs in heat after their bitch. Oh I needed to keep an eye on my daughter all right.

I kept my eye on her a lot. As she aged the clothes I kept her in just kept getting skimpier. How many times has she almost popped out of the increasingly flimsy tops which is all I will buy for her. How many times has one of the puffy pussy lips escaped the side of her tiny tight shorts? Her shorts get tinier, her skirts shorter.

[F4A] Kik brothel group

Hello I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+.

*Kik App Required*

Hello are you looking to be apart of a community of different characters well I have the group for you, A roleplay brothel group which is called “The Verdant Brothel”.

~We have a bar which everyone hangs around to chat with each other.

~No one liners you must be able to fit in with the group.

~Any character is allowed from Pro wresting, superheroes, star wars and anything else besides Animals and furries.

~You can be a customer who gets service from our escort Queens but you must respect them and no creepy behavior.

~Being a female Escort you will need to join the Queens recruitment group where you can pick a character there and will have to do an audition(#SupernaturalMarvelChat).

~To be a customer you must join the customer recruitment group to pick your character and go from there(#island_rp99)

~If you have any troubles finding or joining on kik please feel free to send me a message.

Thank you for your time and have a great day

He loves to see me cry

I like that when I’m with him, before we even exchange words or even the slightest glance, his cock is already pressuring up stiff against his pants. I like that he already knows what he can do with me when I’m looking the other direction and with all my clothes on. I put my hands on his shoulders and straddle him on the couch. I only slightly graze him with slow soft strokes while I gaze into his eyes and push back his hair. I can’t look away, I can’t stop being with him and he knows that. He rubs his big hands on the small of my waist making me feel littler than I already am. He makes me feel comforted, he makes me feel whole.

I lower my eyes and start kissing his neck and cheek but he gently grabs my neck in for a kiss. I feel electric. I want him, I want him so bad. His lips feel soft on mine as he pulls me in and I really feel what’s hot n’ heavy. He swiftly moves his hand to make a sharp impact on my ass cheek, I whine. I like it like that, I like that he does what he wants. He pushes me back and tells me, “Take off your shirt.” I’m shy but I’d do anything for him. I unbutton my top to expose my pink bralette with my nipples poking out. “That too,” he says sternly. “Ok” I slip it off. Now I’m exposed, now he can see me.

Visiting my big Sis after a year apart – Part III [Taboo] [Incest] [M/F]

This is the final part to this story. I thought if I continued it any further, it would lose it’s affect. Thanks for following along, and if you have any suggestions for future stories, I’d love to hear them!

Part III

Her breathing was shaky as we lay together, processing what we did. Slowly, I moved my hand down just so it was above her waistband. My thumb threatened to continue past her pants until she grabbed my wrist.

“Wait! Look… I-. I don’t know how to feel about this. It’s so wrong, but feeling you so close, I don’t want to stop,” She said. It felt like she was holding her breath for minutes. “I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere.” I whispered to her. She squirmed at each word. She buried her face into my side as she clung to me, releasing the hold on my wrist. After a moment, I gained enough courage to move further. As my hand passed the waistband to her pants, she sucked in air, holding her breath. She was so tense even after what she’d done for me. I slipped my entire hand under her underwear and hovered her mound, feeling her prickly pubic hairs beneath my fingers. She held onto me tighter as my thumb grazed one side of her lips. I swapped between rubbing my fingers over her hair, and brushing the outside of her lips with my fingers. She was incredibly sensitive, and couldn’t control her movements. Suddenly, my middle finger entered, just to the first knuckle. She kept taking quick shallow breaths as I gently pushed my finger further in and against her walls, all the while, my thumb rubbed over her clit.

Life for a Teenage Futa – Ch. 04 [Futa][Harem][Incest][Overcoming Adversity][Domination]

**Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of the following (Loosely ordered from most to least prevalent): Futa (Transexual), Amazonian Futa, Futa on Female, Giant Cock, Cervix Penetration, Domination/Submission, Excessive Cum/Fluids, Incest, Corruption, True Love/Romance, Cumflation, Pregnancy, CNC, Freeuse, Size Difference, Harem, Humiliation, Futa on Male, Cuckoldry**

*The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this product are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidence. All characters are at least 18 years of age despite description, demeanor, or appearance.*

If this is your first time reading this story, I suggest you start at the beginning! You can find chapter one on my profile, here on reddit, or on [ScribbleHub!](https://www.scribblehub.com/series/447540/life-for-a-teenage-futa/)

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**Life for a Teenage Futa**

Written By: Rebecca

**Chapter 4: Is She… Flirting?**

A daughter’s revenge [M/F][inc]

*Inspired by a prompt. :)*

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*August 17th, 1988*

Jin looked across the cheap table at Yeong-ho bitterly. “We trusted you.”
Yeong-ho took a sip of the tea – not very good tea – that they’d served him and his goons, then sighed and shook his head. “Well, that was your first mistake. Your second was falling behind on your repayments. And your *last* mistake was thinking you could negotiate with me. You owe me money. Hand it over. Now.”
Kyong, Jin’s wife, handed Jin a thick envelope, which he passed on to Yeong-ho. “Here. Everything that we owe you. Every *won* of it.”
Yeong-ho opened the envelope and riffled through it quickly, counting the bills enclosed within. He handed it to one of the silent men sitting at his shoulder and shook his head. “Not enough. You’re still ten million *won* short.”
“But we’ve sold everything that we have!” cried Jin in dismay. “We’ve sold our house, what’s left of our shop! Every piece of jewellery Kyong *had*, every piece of furniture. We have nothing *left* but the clothes on our *back*!”
Yeong nodded, and a smile played crossed his lips, cruel and condescending. “The clothes on your back, you say? Well, that’s something. Give them to me!” and laughed.
Kyong’s face paled as Jin’s reddened. “What do you mean?”
Yeong gestured at Kyong. “Your clothes. They’re cheap and barely worth cleaning floors with, but for them I’ll take some off your debt.”
“No!” Jin shook his head vehemently, and Kyong nodded at his words. “We’ll not do that!”
“Then give me my money!” he slapped the table. “Now!”
“We…we can’t.”
“Then? Your clothes. Give them to me.” Reluctantly, eyes downcast, they stripped off their clothing, pushed them across the table to Yeong-ho, then sat naked back on the tiled floor across from him. He wadded up the clothes, tossed them to one of the silent men at his shoulder, snorted “Rags!” as he did, then let his eye run greasily down Kyong’s slim body, his eyes caressing each breast, trailing down her belly, down to what was hidden below the edge of the table. Looked Jin in the eye so there was no possibility if misunderstanding. “What *else* of value do you two have to offer me?”
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*October 10th, 1988*

Living my Dream, a CD tale (CD&M)

Hopefully someone likes this, I’m just learning and interested in sharing my journey with anyone who might enjoy it.

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Wiping a bead of sweat from my brow, I reached forward and slammed my index on the radio’s scan button; rays of Texas sun making my normally cream skin appear more olive than not. “She’s got them High-Heels-Pressed-Down-Hard, like she hates that Flooooor, Boaaard,” drawled Justin Moore. I blew out a breath, burnet bang lazily falling back to my face. “Might as well embrace it,” I muttered while depressing the gas. Ever so slowly, a mischievous grin crept on my face as I thought about my high heels touching the floor boards. “Touche Justin”, I quipped. “I CANNOT believe I’m doing this,” I squeaked to the empty rental car. Yoga pants thighs rubbing together desperately trying to keep my throbbing erection contained, I could feel precum leaking into my thong. I flew across the US to Texas, TEXAS, to meet a married rancher, and drain his balls. “HOLY SHIT”, I yelled.