A Sub for Dinner (MF)

“Wait, you mean to tell me you were crushing on me all through high school and NEVER said anything??” She was smiling and I couldn’t tell if it was devilish or not, but I still loved it. Brunette, curvy in ALL the right places, and just plain sexy. She’s looked that good for as long as I can remember.

“Well,” I laughed, “we kinda ran in completely different circles back then. I was more the quiet, nerdy type and you were with all the ‘cool kids’ if I remember correct. Still, I’m glad we ran into each other. Catching up has been fun!”

We just happened to be visiting our home town on the same weekend and bumped into each other. Small towns are good for that. I opted to grab a hotel in the next town over instead of sleeping on the uncomfortable couch of a relative. You were staying at your folks place, but they were gone for the weekend anyway, so it worked out. After the initial awkward greetings were out of the way we decided to meet up later for dinner at your folks’ place so we could catch up properly.

Deny me

I wake up to my hands cuffed above my head, legs tied down. I’m not blindfolded or gagged, but the room is dark, silent.

“Daddy?” I call out timidly.

“Yes baby?” You say, from somewhere behind me. I twist frantically to see you but I’m too restricted.

“You’re there.” I say with relief.

“I am sweetie. Do you know why you’re *there*?”

“… No daddy.” I say, lying. I know full well what I did.

“Are you sure?”

I distracted daddy while he was busy because I was too much of a cumslut to wait. I made him have to fuck me into so he’d get some peace.

I knew he’d punish me for it.

A thrill runs up my spine.

“I… I was naughty.” I say, my voice small.

“Mhmm. You were such a greedy little slut that you couldn’t wait for daddy to finish. You had to demand, didn’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Now, I think you’ve had more than enough cum for this week. Mine or yours. You’ll have to go hungry.”

“But daddy that’s another three days without cum!” I squeak.

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 62-64) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 62: Standing in the Group

“Incredible,” Olivia uttered weakly as she wiped away sweat and cum off her forehead. She laid on the fresh, summer moss, next to Beatrice, both of the girls were covered in each other’s semen.

“Don’t you feel silly now, that you could have slept through your entire life without experiencing something like this?” Beatrice asked Olivia while gently caressing her giant, cum-stained breasts.

“I… I would like to do this again… After…” Olivia searched for words as she came to grips with herself, the possibilities before her, as well as responsibilities.

“I understand,” Beatrice said, seeing how the ninja girl struggled. The succubus then rolled and gave Olivia a soft, gentle kiss on the lips.

Healing Love (M/F, Incest)

I’m 31 and this happened last year after my Mom passed away.

Dad and I were devastated. We lost Mom out of the blue with no warning. I cried for days and I know my Dad was worse off than me. Mom was such a free spirit, always happy and friendly to everybody she met. I was always told that we looked near identical other than our hair (I keep mine clipper cut and natural brown, she dyed a platinum blonde and long/curly). We both are 5’6″ and similar bodies.

About two months after Mom passed I was having a Sunday dinner with Dad. He was crying and telling me how much he missed her. He told me how the smell of her perfume always made his heart race. The sound of her laugh filled him with joy and even shared that making love to her was the best feeling in the entire world. It hurt me to see him hurting so much and I tried to think of anything I could to make his hurt go away. Laying in bed later that night I came up with what I thought was a perfect plan. After a quick late night purchase online I was ready to do my best to help Dad heal from our loss.

A Monster in Bed (My Sleep Paralysis Demon is Kinda Hot) [F/M][Monster][Large Insertion][Face Sitting]

Tiphany kicks off her heels as soon as she enters her apartment, slamming the door behind her. “Fuuuuck!” She shouts out in frustration. Below her she hears the gruff voice of her downstairs neighbor yelling up at her in Iranian followed by banging. “Shaddap yourself!” She lets her hair down with a huff. Tiphany had never seen the man before, but heard him several times in response to her admittedly rowdy behavior. ‘I had a hard day. What, you’ve never had a hard day before, Iranian man that lives downstairs?’ Every few steps she takes towards her kitchen she sheds another piece of clothing. ‘Don’t even want to do anything. I just want to go to sleep. Double overtime? Bullshit! I’d rather have ANY time to myself.’ Stretching out her tired muscles, she shouts at the top of her lungs. “Fuck wooooork!” triggering more banging and yelling from the man downstairs which she just ignores.

Screwing My Tattoo Artist

Back a few years ago, I started seeing ass tattoos every where. I, myself have several tattoos so it’s become something of an addiction. My time lines are filled with inspiration for the next one and for some reason, I started getting lots of posts come up of pictures of women with intricate designs on their hip going to the butt cheek, sometimes down the thigh even. I had to admit, it was really sexy and I wanted one. Once I found the picture of a line drawn flower design, I called up my tattoo artist and made the appointment.
I walked into the shop and was greeted by Teddy. Most of my work of previous tattoos are from him so, I have a great amount of faith in his abilities. He walked me over to a table with curtains hanging around it, like they have around hospital beds for a bit more privacy. He told me to take my pants off with a serious face and lingering stare. I held his eyes for a moment, wondering if he was meaning to watch me. The idea sent tingles to my stomach, which made my nipples hard. I think I wanted him to watch me.
Before he turned around, I started unbuttoning my jeans, holding his stare still. He could see the green lace from my panties poke over the top and down the center pants hem as I pulled the zipper lower. His eyes stayed on me as he looked slowly down my torso, stopping at my tits and mound. The tingles turned into full on pussy gripping aches as I realized he wanted me. Right then, my attention went to his beard and how much I wanted to sit on and drench it for him.
“Did you wear a thong like I asked you to?” He said as he turned to get the needles and ink ready. His words sounded so orderly, I couldn’t think twice before muttering, “Yes, Daddy” in a pathetic voice. He lifted his head with a snap and turned to look at me again. I was too embarrassed to ask if he heard me so, I just said yes. He blew air through his nose as if laughing and went back to setting up. I sat on the table in just my panties and a t-shirt. My bra was thin enough to see my nipples even through my shirt, I suddenly felt so exposed.
“Go ahead and lay on your stomach. Which side are we doing?” I told him the right side and he grabbed me, putting me in position. His hands found my waist and then my inner thigh, close enough to my pussy to feel the heat. My clit was swelling from the contact and the dominance. He moved me with such ease, before I knew it, my ass was in the air and he was rubbing it with an alcohol wipe. The cold from the alcohol was invigorating as he circled the cloth around my ass cheek. He was very thorough, making sure to get in each crevice.
He gave me a small but firm pat on the ass cheek when he was satisfied with its disinfection and I accidentally let out a surprised “Oh”! He blew air through his nose again before asking me if I liked to be spanked. I figured, since my cheeks were already out, I’d try to be cheeky and replied “only when you do it hard enough to make my ass red.” He paused, looking taken aback and turned on at the same time. I felt his hand still touching the spot on my ass he was going to tattoo, grip a little which turned me on so much I started getting wet. My pussy is like a waterfall when I’m turned on so I knew it was only a matter of time before he could see it seep through my panties. I ran through all the ways this could play out and I was determined to have his cock inside me before I left.
“Let me know if this is hurting you, okay?” I nodded and he started getting to work. Thinking about him staring at my ass while he was drawing the lines made me want to shake it in his face but, I didn’t want him to mess up. A few minutes into the process, I tell him I need to stop for a moment. He turns the machine off and that’s when I started. I rocked my hips back and forth, the fat on my ass jiggling as it tried to keep up with my movement. “Ooowwwweeee, I didn’t think this would hurt so bad.” His eyes were glued to my ass while his hand started rubbing the middle of his pants. Even from here, I could see his dick was hard. Looking at it made me salivate and my tongue start rubbing against the roof of my mouth.
I smiled at him when his eyes finally met mine and jumped off the table, my tits bounced as I touched the ground. The curtains were already closed around us so I told him to keep quiet as I knelt down. He watched me in amazement, probably thanking God or something that he came to work today. My pussy was pulsing watching his face melt into pleasure as I took him into my mouth. Licking the shaft up to the head and then making the head disappear over and over drove him to long, drawn out moans. As I bobbed my head, my tongue was doing a flipping thing that caressed his length and my hands did a twisting motion. He grabbed my hair and started fucking my face, my pussy was reeling from the switch of control. I wanted him to fuck me like he owned me.
Before he could come, he stopped me and picked me up from under my arms. He tossed me on the table and threw my legs open. He licked his fingers before reaching into my panties and put 3 fingers in me. Once he felt how wet I was naturally, he looked at me and smiled. We both knew the extra lube from the spit was completely unnecessary, my pussy was drenched in juices. He tore off my panties and put his face between my thighs. He sucked on my clit and then bit my thighs which made my body shake. Unlike him, I couldn’t hold back and came hard on his tongue. He didn’t relent his licks but my clit was so sensitive from coming that I tried to push his head away. He grabbed my thighs and held me there, the sensation overwhelmed me. I had to scream but before I could, his hand was over my mouth. I screamed into his palm and he finally stopped.
By this point I was completely breathless. He picked me up and sat me on his lap. His cock slipped between my pussy lips and inside. We both sighed from the pleasure while he started with slow strokes. As I bounced on him, he lifted up my shirt and sucked on my nipple while squeezing the other. He then grabbed my ass cheeks and thrusted faster inside me. My titties were jiggling in his face giving him something to stare at as he came inside me. Hard.
Once we were cleaned up, he finished the work and told me how long it would take to heal/how to clean it. I told him I had fun and that if he ever wanted to hook up again, just text me. He felt the same and we parted ways. I think my next tattoo will be under my tits, what do you think?

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufuck

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufuck

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[M4F] – The Corporate Gangbang

You’re surrounded by men in suits, their eyes exploring every inch of your body.

For them, you’re nothing but a piece of meat put on display. It frustrates you. Angers you. Makes you wish you could rip their eyes out for making you feel this way.

But the laments of a woman objectified are seldom heard. So you choose to endure in silence, patiently waiting for the day you will call the shots in the office.

And that day was approaching fast. Once the meeting was over, you would get your coveted promotion.

You took your seat in the meeting room, pretending that you didn’t notice half the place checking your ass out. There were men of all sizes and ages sharing your table, but not a single other woman. You were used to this. Your company had always had a reputation as a ‘boy’s club’. Your promotion to the upper management had sent shockwaves through the office, especially given your young age.

The women in the office considered you an inspiration. ‘Another glass-ceiling shattered!’ The men, meanwhile, spread rumors about you sucking cock to get your position.

Daydreaming About You (Part 1?) [F/M]

I daydream of you. I daydream that when I walk into your house, your eyes get caught on mine and can’t tear away. At your next party, I want to be dressed in a dress that makes me feel sexy. Ofcourse, some lacy lingerie underneath helps. I want you to watch me as I dance unnervingly close to another guy with a cup of liquid courage in my hand. I want you to down your drink as you see me grind the silhouette of my ass tight against my dress on him.

When everyone has left or passed out, you would find me nursing the last drink on the edge of your couch. I smell like alcohol and my strawberry body lotion. You are drunk enough to be dazed and spaced out. I catch you staring down the top of my dress as you come in to check on me. You invite me to sit in your room, away from the mess the night has created. I peer in cautiously, as if I were afraid it would reveal what it’s like inside your head. You place your hand on the small of my back and guide me in, as you have done innocently so many times before, not knowing that it sends shivers down my spine. I sit cautiously on the edge of your bed, feeling as if something would detonate if I moved.

Would you spend tonight with me?

Let me whisper in your ear while I moan, touch myself and tell you how I want you to stroke your big cock and cum for me. I’ll moan and talk dirty for you. Open to kinks. Like being dominant, like roleplaying, taking my time and being rough and demanding. I love sharing sex stories. Love public sex. Send me a message if you’re interested, I’ll be waiting.