Bred

She hurried up to the house, tucking the coat tightly around herself. Rang the doorbell as she shivered in the cold, praying he’d hurry up and answer.

The door opened and he pulled her inside, kissing her deeply.

“They’re coming in half an hour. Are you ready?”

She opened her coat, showing him that she was wearing nothing but lingerie beneath. He helped her out of it, hands brushing over bare skin and lace. He couldn’t keep his eyes from her, her perky little breasts, full lips, that incredible ass. The elfin face, those expressive eyes that showed that she was very pleased with herself right now.

“They’ll love you, baby. All three of them.”

She bit her lip. “Three?”

“Four, including me.”

She lit up. He couldn’t help but grin at her excitement.

“Go and wait upstairs. I’ll call you when they’re here.”

The time passed slowly, but eventually she heard male voices in the hallway downstairs. She leapt up from the bed, hovered in the doorway excitedly.

“Baby, come meet my friends,” he called.

Mom (with Daughter) Attempts to Ruin Son’s No Nut November – [MFF][incest][mom son][mother daughter][brother sister][nnn][tease][no sex]

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After noticing some porn magazines in the bin, Kelly went up the stairs to her son’s room to ask him about it. She was just about to leave for her yoga class so was wearing her dark purple yoga pants and a black sports bra that struggled to contain her large breasts and maintain any sort of modesty. As she approached his door, she tied her long, dark hair in a ponytail and knocked on the door.

“Jake. It’s Mom. Can I come in?” She heard a murmur and opened the door to step inside. Her son was laying on his bed, scrolling on his phone. She left the door wide open and waited for him sit up.

“What’s up, Mom?” He sat up on the side of his bed facing towards his her.

“I saw your, um, *magazines* in the bin when I was cleaning up and I was just wondering if you wanted to talk about, you know, anything?”

“Sorry, Mom. It’s just for this thing where I don’t use porn during November.” He was comfortable saying this as this sort of talk was normal in the home.

Bad Luck Cleo [Chapter 4][Tags in Story]

*TW: This series follows a woman who is torturesd in all senses of the word. No one will have her best interests in mind. On top of that, this chapter is from the POV of her main abuser. Discretion advised.*

*Tags: [MF][Hitting][Choking][Forced blowjob][Rough][Blood][Anal/Anal creampie][Abusive mentality]*

**Bad Luck Cleo**

Chapter 4: All Business

He felt bad, at first. Cleo was a sweetheart who reached a little far on her ambition and came crashing down. He could’ve been her shoulder. He could have pulled her up and shown her what she was missing, how to fix the warehouse issues, how to speak with his crew.

As he sat in her office after an already bitter day, hiding between racks, texting his now ex-girlfriend, he looked at Cleo as she gave the bad news and a stirring of hatred ran through his chest.

How dare Laney make a fool of him? Cheat on him, use up his money and good nature, then leave him once the chips were down? Fuck no. And then Cleo sat there, fake sympathy crossing her face, denying him the money he was owed, saying that he might get it if he put his body through even more labor the next year. What was wrong with these cunts?

Home from the nightclub [M/F] [inc]

*Not inspired by a true story. :)*

“I’m so ugly.”

Min-ho looked up from his book where he was reading on the couch when Hyeon-jeong walked in after a night out with friends. She was back earlier than expected; it wasn’t quite midnight yet and he hadn’t expected her back before 2am at the earliest…and expected her a *lot* less drunk than she was right now.

“What do you mean?” he asked her, putting his book on the table in front of him. “What happened?”

Weaving over to the couch, she collapsed beside him and slurred to him the whole story; how she and her friends went to the nightclub, how her friends – but not her – soon found men interested in them, how her friends – but not her – were soon having drinks bought for them and dancing, how her friends – but not her – soon found themselves leaving with their new dates and leaving her alone at the table, with no one but ever Increasingly alcoholic drinks for company. Min-ho was surprised she even made it home in the state she was in.

[MF] Good Samaritan. Bad Husband.

If you met me in the supermarket you would quickly forget me searching for the next item on your list. Im not that woke, nor that conservative. What few people know is one of my favorite ways to occasionally recalibrate is to go to a club and just ugly dance my ass off. I barely talk to ppl other than the bartender and thanking the DJ if given opportunity.

One night became different when I found myself quietly standing next to a curly haired red head. She was wearing a shirt and blazer, and dress pants. She looked about as out of place as me. I thought about starting a conversation but with the deafening music and since I enjoy the isolation of a crowd I left her be to go dance to a favorite song. When I came back to my favorite out of the way corner she was still there.
So I introduced myself. The club was packed and awkwardly standing next to her in silence seemed worse than forced conversation, at least that’s what the alcohol told me. Turns out the conversation wasn’t that forced, and after several minutes and another drink she joined me on the dance floor. The dancing was a little awkward I’m about 6 foot, she’s probably 5’5, we barely touched, and I loved every minute. Her outfit was collected and reserved. Her smile was honest and uninhibited.

My longtime friend blew me just minutes after her boyfriend broke up with her [MF]

Mia and I were friends since middle school. We didn’t hang much during our college years since we weren’t in town at the same time often, but after we graduated we lived nearby each other and reconnected. We shared some friends and would go out together as a group in the city often. I had a place with some roommates in the city and she lived in the suburbs not too far away. It was common for all of us to go back to my place after the bars closed to either continue the partying or to just crash and go home in the morning.

Mia was a really sweet girl. She was a bit of a hippy, had very dark hair and was on the skinner side. She had dark eyes to match. She didn’t have a huge ass or tits or anything but she never wore a bra, so it was common to see her nipples poking at her shirt. Her lips made up for it though as she had big, thick lips that would probably make any woman jealous.

Permission to play [F/M]

She met up with him outside of the restaurant. His eyes were as she remembered, his hands still strong and capable.

Her heart raced knowing that her husband was at work and that she was having thoughts of infidelity. At least she felt like she was. John didn’t mind her flirting. Didn’t mind when she looked incredibly sexy when they went out. Didn’t even mind when she went out with friends and didn’t get home until the wee hours of the night. But Lynn was worried her heart had a certain amount of unbridled desires for her former lover, Cooper.

They had emailed back and forth for years. Keeping in touch rather harmlessly. She had told John about him, who he was to her. But not about how they used to fuck for hours and hours at his apartment by the park. How his hands gripped her sides every time he pounded her from behind, or how capable his mouth was at making her scream in pleasure into the night. But she did tell him that he had moved away.

Family Gatherings [M/F Wholesome, D/S]

(Obligatory mention that I did write this on mobile, so some grammar and punctuation may not be perfect. I am also a little rusty on writing so it might be a little awkward on pacing.

If you would be interested in a part 2 to this, or any other stories, feel free to let me know. Other than that, enjoy my first story in a long time.)

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Family gatherings, we can all agree they suck. It is nice to talk with family again, see all their loving faces, but by the end, you remember why you only see them once a year. Which is why I am so glad to have you by my side, my amazing girlfriend.

You are dressed in a simple white button-up blouse with a knee-length flowing skirt. Your black lace choker complimenting the outfit beautifully. I wrap my arm around your waist and pull you in close, kissing you lightly on the cheek. “Thank you for coming babe. You always make these events more tolerable.” I whisper, my hand staying on your hip as we survey the crowded room, voices mingling in the air, tales of the year past tangling with each other.

Revenge on the work trip [MF]

Following my partners indiscretion we carried on our relationship now knowing that she would happily sleep with other men. We agreed that she couldn’t do anything unless I was present. Previously having used multiple toys on her whilst we were fucking I was never inclined to think she might relish another actual man at the same time. Having mentioned it to her once she was determined to enjoy multiple men at once.

Every time we went out somewhere she was testing the boundary to see if I would mind if she was hit on. Wearing a very low cut top to a restaurant one time she was hit on the by the waiter obviously enjoying the view. Eventually she agreed to us going for a drink with him. Nothing happened but I could tell things were starting to move at some speed.

Shortly after she went on a business trip in Rome for a week, last minute I decided to play around with her baggage making sure that her work dresses were all tight fitting little black dresses and her evening wear left little to the imagination. I also made sure that all her underwear was not going to leave any panty lines, replacing her lace knickers with only her smallest strings.