The Meeting ~ part two

Tanya remembered where the towels and wash cloths were, grabbing them and proceeded to undress as though no one else was in the room. My apartment was small…a living room/bedroom, a small kitchen area and a tiny bathroom where even one person felt crowded. I wondered if the feeling of having to live in a cramped space had anything to do with her wanting to leave and to stay away for so long.

As she showered, Tanya hummed happy songs, which was her usual way, and it seemed as if she’d never gone out into the cold cruel world to find her own path. She was back (at least to visit). And, I needed to be happy with that. And, besides, just at the perfect moment, we’d now be able to explore (sexually) in a way we had talked about doing, years ago.

“How long are intending on staying,” I asked the naked goddess standing before me. “Is it just for the weekend? Did you get an extended time off from your job?”

My Cock as a Strap-On (or My First Lesbian Experience) [MF] [Feminization]

I take one last look in the mirror, tracing my body from head to toe. Dirty blonde hair falls on my shoulders. Excited nipples protrude from my chest. I flex my abs as my v-line shows the way to my hanging dick, already growing merely from searching “how to tie high pigtails” on Youtube.

By the time I start admiring my new pigtails in the mirror, my cock has grown to its full size. Its big, hard, and oh so very masculine. Not for long. Reaching down, I pull a pair of frilly, floral-print panties over my freshly shaved legs. My manhood disappears behind a cute little bow.

I turn around to check out my ass and omg! These Freya panties make my ass look so round! I adjust them just a bit so my cheeks ever so slightly peek out from under the frills. “Perfect!” I think, turning around only to blush when I see that my pussy has already visibly soaked my panties. God, I hope Beth is in the mood.

Our first FFM

Skye had graduated from university, she was finally qualified. Finally she was finished and could take a break from studying.
I had been introduced to her family as her boyfriend 6 months prior. She had gotten sick of them telling her to settle down. Our arrangement suits both of us. She is my fuck toy and my mistress. I satisfy her needs. We push each other to try new things.
We do love each other, so in a way I am her boyfriend. She introduces me as such.

Before her graduation, we agreed that she should be rewarded. I already knew a few of her fantasies, having known her for four years. She had always been interested in being with another girl, but had never had the courage and the opportunity at the same time. I recruited a friend of mine, who knew of Skye and our arrangement, but had never met her.
We hatched a plan.

Skye had an elaborate fantasy. How I discovered this is a story all of its own. tl;dr version – I tied her down and teased her with a vibrator, asking her what she imagines when she masturbates.

The Meeting ~ part one

I wondered what happened to you, after not hearing from you for so very long. Was it something I’d said…or did that kept you away? But, I’m thankful that you’re here, now. Talking with you about things seems trivial and rather like a waste of time for us, both. But, talking is what we’re doing.

You tell me about changing jobs, entering college (and, subsequently dropping out when your professor kept interfering with your studies by insisting he spend many hours every night with you in his bed) and being able to buy a better car. But, all I can think about is the way we’d left things all those years ago.

Finally, I interrupt and ask: “Why did you never call? You’d said that once you got settled, you’d call and we’d figure out when and where we could best best meet to continue our relationship. So, what changed your mind?”

Mythic Mansion: Monster Brothel 3; The Ghost

We stepped inside, admiring the ornate entryway to the towering mansion. The velvety curtains flowing over the two story windows. The clean and pristine antique furniture. The glittering chandelier hanging stories above the lobby. But the most intriguing sight inside this stone palace was its inhabitants. An array of scantily clad women of all sizes, shapes and species. Women covered in thick fur, some in shining blue scales, some women were hulking and green with horns and hooves. I had been warned by my friend that had recommended the Monster Brothel to me, but seeing it in person was just mesmerizing.

My partner, Kim, was enthralled by the women. She stared at each of them as we passed until finally we made it to the front desk. The woman who sat behind the counter looked up at us with glimmering green eyes. Her blood red mouth curved into a sultry smile, white fangs peeking out from her upper lip. Her straight hair was jet black and draped over her shoulders. Her black dress clung to her hourglass figure, the plunging neckline exposing her round, succulent breasts.

“Here for some ghostly pleasures, are we?” She sung. Kim and I looked at each other and then back at her.

Tit Fuck For The Boy [FM, Cheat]

It was one my friends birtday. Actually not my friend but a friend of my friend. I though I may get some attention and have fun there. I wear my black dress with deep cleavage and without bra my round 34DD’s are now looking like two bombs tried to get off from my dress. When I move my keep showing themselves more so I have to keep hold and pull the dress back. There will be people I dont know so its always so hot they cannot take their eyes out my tits, gossip about them.

It was a restaurant with large garden where we sit a very long rectangle table outside. In few minutes a couple shows up and sit in front of us. As a girl I first check out the girl. She was pretty but dressing very casual. Nice hair but tiny boobs. Then I turned to the guy. He was a tall, good looking guy, polite guy. I talked with them, often let my arms press my boobs and expose them more. I can catch both of them checking my tits. After a while she lost interest but I can feel his eyes totally fixed on my tits.

Extramarital – Part 1 (prelude) [M/f] [bondage] [married] [mast] [setup] [no sex]

*New account for my first attempt writing the kind of sexy stories that I enjoy reading – time will tell where it goes, or whether it goes anywhere at all. I have some ideas. I welcome feedback.*

*This is fiction, please assume that everything I describe is between consenting adults.*

*“Stay calm … focus on the sounds in the room …”* she silently repeated to herself, determined to keep the sound of her own pounding heartbeat – increasingly amplified by the vast of the snug, padded blindfold covering her closed eyes – from overtaking her remaining senses. *“Breathe in… breathe out…”* She continued to wait, fully exposed yet comfortable, steadily holding her position on her hands and knees, her bare torso resting on the purpose-built furniture that she’d seen for the first time when she arrived earlier.

The good assistant [ MFM, anal, Fsub, oral, reluc, voy ]

I am using the company internet connection to research a paper. I see you leave your office and head for the bathroom. Movement makes you turn your head as you pass my cubicle.
“Hey, what are you still doing here?” you find yourself stopping to say. “Just catching up on a few things. Can I get you anything, sir?”
“Oh. Yes. Would you please start the coffee drip? It looks like I am going to be here a while. I’ll take it in my office when it’s ready.”
“Certainly, sir.” I don’t know why I’m extra polite to you. It just sounds so right to address you respectfully. I find myself irrationally wanting to please you. Anyone else I’d stall and say screw you. It’s 10 pm, fucker, but for you, I put my heels back on and rush into the kitchen. As the coffee brews, I straighten my skirt, and the seams of my stockings, pull my hair back and unbutton so my camisole clad breast is plainly exposed. I pour you a cup and fix it the way you like, just a little cream to cool it off and carry it in to you on a saucer.
I stop in your doorway; you’re on the phone. You pretend to not notice me there for a minute, my legs shifting in the heels after a long day, my hips leaning from side to side. Without ever looking directly at me, you wave me in. Still on the phone you tap the desk where I am to place the coffee. You are really something else, but I do as I am told. I lean forward and I realize the view is completely scandalous. Lace isn’t part of the dress code here, your eyebrow seems to say. As you hang up the phone I straighten up and ask,
“Will, that be all?” You stand up and come around the desk to where I am standing, sort of back me into it, so my tush is pressed against the edge. You touch my cheek and say that no, that’s not all. Without any warning, I realize you’re undoing the rest of my buttons, and pulling my shirt back over my shoulders. I’m breathing so hard, looking at you looking at my breasts. You tilt my chin up to look at you and I feel my knees shake. I wasn’t expecting this. I had only flirted with fantasies before this moment.
You kiss my neck and touch my skin, sliding spaghetti straps down my arms. I’m mewing when one of the other suits walks in. He’s holding files but says nothing, just gapes at me standing between you and the desk, my nipples slightly exposed, my shirt still tucked in and pushed so far down my arms it’s holding them back. I suddenly get shy and press myself against you. He starts to apologize and backs out the door but you tell him to stay, at which point I am confused and somewhat scared.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask as I look at you naively. “Everything.”
You push me back so you and your colleague can see me again. You pull my undershirt down so my breasts fall out completely. The other man enters the room completely and shuts the door, locking it. You walk me over to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the rest of Manhattan’s money and facing me forward, looking out, you undress me slowly rubbing my skin as you take each piece of clothing off. You pull my skirt down and I step out of it. You touch the naked part of my ass in the garters and slide your finger around below my waist. You can’t believe I came to work without panties on. Just stockings. You whisper how I’ve been bad, so bad to wear something like that. You leave me standing there in the bright light of your office, almost naked, visible to hundreds of New York windows, and I can’t move. I am grounded there, slightly spread eagle, face turned away blushing. Only you have this hold on me, sir.

STRANGER FUCK [MF] [cheat] [oral] [anal] [mast] [facial]

The challenge for Stephanie and Mark was to spice things up a little bit. For them, spicing things up could be something as simple as a handjob on the sofa. Their sex life was boring and Stephanie knew it. Mark didn’t mind so much. He could go ages without any sort of release. Stephanie, on the other hand, couldn’t.

Stephanie had desires. She had things she wanted to do. When it snowed last winter, Stephanie begged Mark to take her onto the deck and fuck her, doggystyle, in the snow with her little snow pants pulled down just enough for him to enter her. He laughed and said she was weird.

One evening, Mark came home late from work to find Stephanie in bed, masturbating vigorously. Instead of kicking the door down and jumping on his wife and fucking her brains out, he quietly tiptoed into the living room and waited for the moaning to stop. And then he came in to the bedroom, undoing his tie.

“When did you get in?” She asked, sitting up anxiously.

“Oh, a while ago. I just wanted to give you some privacy.”

Im looking for a subreddit or forum where I can ask people for any stories they know about related to corruption, moral degradation, mind breaking.

I don’t know if this is the right sub but I’ve been looking and can’t see anything obvious. Im looking for stories involving corruption, moral degradation, mind breaking. Basically “good girls” being forced to orgasm or just brainwashed into being sex crazed freaks. Be it nuns, mother’s, anyone really. If this is the wrong sub to ask for story suggestions could someone please point me in the right direction. Thanks!