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Kerina’s College Humiliation, Ch.27: Kerina is Exposed in High School [f]

The halls echoed to the feet of students rushing to class. The Bell had just rung and the hallways that were previously ominously silent had burst into a cacophony of sound. Jim and Marty walked from class, confident and self assured, they walked through the crowd as students rushed, swirling around them. They were discussing an event that had happened about two weeks ago now, but which had never been far from their minds, the time when they had met Kerina.

They turned left down the hall and walked along the long hall that lead to the medical centre, ironically the same hall that Jenna decided upon to lead Kerina to the nearby room in which she would commence the necessary tests on Kerina.

The exam room was small and harshly lit. The whole room was visible through the door from the busy hall and as Jim and Marty passed, they looked in curiously….

…and saw nothing. If they had been five minutes later they would have seen Kerina, but this wasn't the case. If it had been, the story may have gone in a whole different direction. This just goes to show in this big universe that you never can tell. Read more »

The erotic invention of lying Part 1 [m/f] [voy] [fantasy] [oral]

He had a gift. Everyone believed everything that he said. It didn't matter whether it was fantasy or reality, which meant that he could make his fantasies his reality. As a boy of 18, he was in his final year before university and had already used his gift to manipulate grades. However there was something he had not thought to manipulate yet; sex. There were attractive girls in his school year who he naturally had thoughts about. Sexual thoughts. If he could, he would like to experience sex with all of them. He would want nothing more than to see them naked, just as an 18 year old boy would think about 18 year old girls. He was a virgin and that was not likely to change, like he desperately wanted. But damn it, if he could make his grade change, why couldn't he make his appearance change. When he heard a quote in his class: "the human brain is subject to change. If something is convincing enough, no matter what, a human will believe it. You could even trick them into false consequences." And the idea came…HE COULD TRICK THEM INTO HAVING SEX WITH HIM! But how? He would have to convince them that if they had sex with him, there would be huge benefits. That way, they'd have to do it. Although he wasn't just content with having sex one by one. He wanted them all at once. There was a host of girls he wanted, who he'd approach. For each one, he'd tell them, that if they did exactly what he said, they could have whatever they wanted in life. He would organise his dream. He'd book a hotel room one night, making convenient excuses for why he'd be away from his parents for the whole night. He'd also give the girls instructions, of how to get to the poolside luxury hotel. He addressed the girls one by one, who of course, could not refuse this opportunity. He told the first girl, Georgina. She was uniquely attractive. Pure ginger hair, a sporty girl with a toned, well built body. Perfectly strong legs, well exposed. A body and belly, filled in and well built, breasts larger than the average girl and a heavenly ass, her standout feature. It was perfect, it was large, it was kissable. When she bent over, the urge was unreal. A second girl, Megan, was also approached. She had a beautiful, innocent face, with beautiful hair. But behind all the cute beauty, was a girl who wanted wild experiences. Accompanying her beauty, was a sizeable pair of breasts, amazing for a girl her size. Not to mention an ass that although was not comparable to Georgina's, was particularly impressive when she leaned over. The third girl, Sophie, who was like Megan, in that she had innocent beauty, but even more than her, a whore was in control of her. She was nice, but she craved the lifestyle of a slut. She was petite, even more so than the other two, but large breasts and assets were not needed when wanting to eloquently penetrate her and her attractive body. Then, there was a last girl, Laura. She was very tall for a girl, her height made her legs last for eternity, and an Amazonian, slim body, made her appealing like a mountain to conquer and climb. She had small breasts, but an appealing ass which gave you the undeniable intention to squeeze. Not to mention the fact that her belly button was pierced, the sign of a confident girl who deep down was willing to do anything, and made her body unique and sexy. Then there was Elena. a girl who seemed sweet, but like the other sweet girls, was wild once alcohol had penetrated her belly. She was blonde and fully built, therefore not slim, but perfect for grabbing assets. Izzie was next. Her beauty was undeniable. Arguably the most attractive, she had the full package, beauty, tits, ass, body, she was essentially perfect. Georgia, like Laura, was a very tall girl, who had black hair and had a rebellious rock attitude. She was slim, and may not have had as great assets, but her uniqueness and physique made her enviable to enter. Lord only knows how their vaginas would be. But I wanted to find out. All of the girls agreed, so it was set to meet outside the hotel that night. I couldn't comprehend everything, how did this work? But still, I had to do this. The girls appeared one after the other, we talked, there was urgency from them, but delight at the reward, some asked why and I told them I was chosen. Checking into the hotel, we went to the room en masse. When I got there, I was the commander, so I led everyone outside. "First you all need to strip naked". They stripped completely, Laura and Georgia towering over with physique, Georgina bending over to drop her panties, Izzie and Eleanor revealing their beautiful bodies, Sophie and Megan stood out the most, small bodies, but intriguingly tight vaginas, as if they were virgins too, but I knew, that was not true, and those seemingly perfect vaginas had been penetrated. Then I had to strip, I had to get naked, so I told them: "I have to get naked too and listen, you might not know, but I am the most attractive man and we should have sex". I wanted everyone to be relaxed, so I instructed them to get wasted and drink the huge amount of alcohol that they wanted. You could see them leaning back with a bottle in hand, making all their bellies prominent, with their belly buttons in particular standing out. They were happily conversing, drunk and naked. Some started to even touch me and fondle me. The pool was looming, so I was going to fulfil my skinny dipping fantasy with these unbelievably attractive girls, then I could even do it….

Shaving dad part 2 [inc][F/d]

Check out the comments for a link where you can read this story, including the first part edited and revised to include some more background.

"Can I clean it off, dad?"

Michael didn't dare move or speak. Kate took advantage of the fact that her dad was almost in a state of shock and didn't really give him a chance to reply. She grabbed his cock again, which was starting to deflate, moved it out of the way and begun lapping and sucking eagerly her dad's sperm. She started from what had pooled in his bellybutton and worked her way down. She made sure to be pretty thorough refusing to let even a drop go to waste. The taste drove her wild, she felt addicted to it. She pushed his legs wider and shoved her face between them, smelling and tasting every nook and cranny of her dad's crotch. She sucked one of his balls in her mouth enjoying the feel of the smoothly shaved skin, and then did the same to the other. She moved even lower licking and kissing his taint. She didn't stop there, she even started sucking the cum that had dripped on the chair. She'd never showed this kind of uninhibited slutty behavior with any of the guys she'd been with. Read more »

Kerina’s College Humiliation, Ch.26: Kerina’s Complete Physical [f]

Kerina waited patiently in the waiting room near Elle's office. Not long after Maria let her know she could go in. Kerina stood and walked over, unable to stop from feeling butterflies as she remembered what happened here on Monday.

Walking in Elle's office door, Kerina sat in the chair in front of Elle's desk as Elle sat there looking as stylish and comfortable as ever, writing some notes in a file.

"Ah, hello Kerina, how are you today?"

"Uh, good thanks."

"That's excellent," smiled Elle, "and how are you feeling after yesterday's exercise?"

"I am okay. I guess it has been a bit hard to concentrate, and I do keep looking around in class I guess."

Elle smiled broadly, "well that is excellent, so you are taking an interest in who else is in your classes?"

"Yes."

"Well, than that would be a success wouldn't you say? That was just what I said you needed wasn't it?"

"Well yeah, but even after school it is making me distracted. Last night I went out with Mark to the movies and it was fun but I kept thinking about those guys coming up to me and what would happen if Mark found out what I did on Monday." Read more »

Kerina’s College Humiliation, Ch.25: Wednesday [f]

It was now Wednesday, and once again a lot had happened. After stripping in Elle's office, Kerina had three more classes in the afternoon. She had sat through all of them, casting furtive glances around the room, trying to remember if any of them were the ones that had been in Elle's office. Kerina thought a couple seemed familiar, but she was only sure about the two guys in her math's class, which she had last that day.

At one stage the two boys had caught her glancing nervously around the room and had given her grins, so she had stayed sitting facing the front for the rest of the class.

Kerina had spent the evening studying, trying to catch up on all her studies from the afternoon – for some reason she hadn't paid much attention to what she was being taught!

Tuesday was a bit better as she tried unsuccessfully to relax, but her mind kept coming back to the worry that some one or several of the guy in any class may have seen her naked yesterday. It was eating her up inside and she was quiet and brooding the whole day. Read more »

Cant. [MF][BDSM][Abuse][Light blood play][Alone, together]

“Why are you wearing that lipstick?” His normally kind and even voice is low, husky. Just on the edge of a growl or something more primal. He moves towards her, the entrance of the bistro, with the speed only a monster can have. And then his green eyes are upon her, his thick blond hair hardly moved by the chilling wind. His broad frame barely constrained by the sports jacket and his teeth sharp as his tone. “This is why you wanted me to meet you here, isn't it?”

She doesn't know what he's talking about. Her heart is rising to the back of her throat as she denies it, saying that it was just to–

“Shut it.” He looks around the street and waits as a couple passes, glowering at her, so intense that they both look back before vanishing. “You think I'm going to let you do this? Walk all over and wear your whore-shaded lipstick?” He's closer to her now, enough that she can feel his heat. “I'm not those little boys you've dated. You can't just put yourself on display and expect to be worked out. So I'm going to give you a chance.” He stands back up to full height and takes two steps back. “Admit that you wore the lipstick in order to get attention or I'm going to punish you.” Read more »

The Rebellious Stepdaughter, Part 5 [Mf][blkmail][inc]

Dawn hits me hard the next morning. I’m not as young as I used to be, and partying apparently takes a lot more out of me than I remember. I sit up in bed and resolve to take some Excedrin to keep this headache at bay. I have big plans for today: heading to Home Depot to get supplies to fix Carrie’s bedroom door, and trying out the third and most dangerous part of my plan to turn Carrie from a rebellious teen whore into an obedient, secret cumslut for me. After all, my wife is coming back from her business trip in about a week’s time. If this plan is going to blow up in my face, I need to have time to work out… alternate arrangements… for my stepdaughter’s future. I run through everything in my mind. I have the perfect blackmail in place to deter Carrie from going to the police, and the perfect cover story to deflect blame back onto her if she does bring the authorities down on my head. Between her wild past and my mild-mannered facade, it won’t take much effort to sell the story that Carrie is spinning wild allegations in order to turn attention away from her illegal activities. Drugs and baggies are hidden throughout her room and in her car, sealing the deal for possession with intent to sell. She also knows that if she tries anything, I call my biker friends who will then use her up and leave her for dead in a ditch somewhere safely out of the way. As I make my way downstairs to make breakfast for myself and my captive, I decide that I need to do more than just level a threat of punishment against Carrie should she disobey me. No, I need to give her some sort of positive reinforcement if she complies. I’ve been lucky enough to maintain a lucrative, steady job for the past few years and have some money socked away. To a teenage girl, that money may well look like a fortune and could buy a lot of nice things. A plan begins to take shape, and I resolve to go talk to Carrie before heading out to get a new door. About fifteen minutes later, I’m pushing aside the china cabinet with which Jacob, Cass and I blocked the basement door last night. I made the hasty decision to leave Carrie unbound overnight, and I’m acutely aware that I may have to endure some sort of ill-conceived escape attempt out of her. I have my stun gun with me in case she gets out of hand. Cautiously I open the door and make my way down the flight of stairs into the basement. I’m in luck, Carrie is still asleep. I’m not sure if her lack of plotting indicates that I can trust her, or simply that she’s exhausted beyond measure after last night. She’s shed the corset, stockings and schoolgirl skirt – I can’t say that I blame her, they can’t be comfortable – and for lack of an alternative she’s sleeping naked. Shafts of light pour in through the thick block-glass window and fall on her upper body, making her red hair dance in the light. She’s sleeping on her stomach with one knee pulled up, and her arms around the pillow on which her head is resting. The sheet only covers her legs and hips, leaving her exposed from her lower back upwards. I admire the curvature of her back and shoulders, the roller-coaster curve of her hips and waist. Her 32DD’s swell beneath her, bulging outwards against the resistance of the mattress and making me reconsider my resolve not to fuck her just yet. I sit the tray of food down as quietly as I can, checking to be sure she doesn’t stir. I slowly pull the sheet down from her hips, revealing a pale, tight ass and firm thighs. I unzip my jeans and take my dick out – this girl will probably never lose her ability to get me hard at first sight – and climb into bed behind her. She stirs as I spit into my hand for lube, surely she’s dry, then wakes fully and whips her head around to see me behind her. “NO!” she screams and tries to get away, “no more you fucking bastard!” I’m too quick for her, though, and grab her hips and pull her back to me. With one hand I force her head into the pillow, laying my full weight onto her so that she can’t squirm away. With my other hand I work my dick into her tight, fiery pussy and begin to pound her doggy style. Once I’m inside her, I wrap my hands securely around her small, toned waist and leave her upper body free to struggle in vain. Carrie is trying for all she’s worth to get away, and unbeknownst to her these struggles actually make the sex feel better for me. Her hands are clawing at the pillows, at the headboard, trying to find purchase so that she can pull herself away from me. I long to reach up and grab a fistful of her red hair, or grope her bouncing, swinging tits, but I don’t dare loosen my grip on her. “Oh my god” she’s sobbing, “just leave me the fuck alone, you pervert!” I push her further up on the bed, so far that I can bang her head into the headboard with a powerful thrust. I do it once for effect, she cries out in pain but stops talking. I’m not going to draw this out – this is just a short, sharp fuck to clear my head and calm me down before I have a serious talk with her. I let my eyes wander over her body: her back and shoulders tight from trying to squirm away, the swell of her hips against her narrow waist and the dimples at the small of her back… that’s it, I’m done. I can feel the orgasm burning inside my shaft, and in the heat of the moment I reach one hand up and grab Carrie by the hair, pulling her back until she’s forced to support herself with her arms. I pull out and beat myself off all over her back and ass, shooting a few ropes of cum into her hair, showering her completely. When the intensity has subsided, I drop her. She falls face-first onto the bed, then quickly scrambles up and backs away from me, oblivious to the epic load of cum on her back. “Go get cleaned up, princess.” I say to her as I fasten my pants back, “I have something I need to discuss with you.” I can see the contempt in her eyes as she backs away from me, doing her best to cover her perky breasts as she moves towards the bathroom. She darts inside and closes the door, finding a brief refuge at last from my prying eyes. I hear the shower engage. About a half hour later, she emerges with one towel covering her body and a second one wrapped around her wet hair. I can still make out her figure beneath the towel, but it doesn’t drive me insane… glad to have had that release before to clear my head. Carrie stands at the other end of the basement, eyes cold fire. “You said you wanted to talk? Well, talk.” She set me in a hard stare; one which I assumed was intended to wither me. It didn’t. “Okay, princess. You know all about the bad things I’ve got arranged to bring down on you if you try to tell anyone about these past few days. Best case scenario, you’ll find yourself in jail for possession with intent. Worst case scenario, I call Cass and Jacob and they have their way with you – they and about ten other bikers – and leave what’s left of you in a ditch somewhere.” I see a hint of fear flash over her eyes, for a moment the icy cold façade breaks and I see a teenage girl afraid for her life. Good, I think. Be afraid, it’s good motivation. “Everyone will assume you’ve run off with whatever piece of shit boyfriend you’re blowing this week, and no one will look for you very hard.” I stand up and walk over towards her. She backs away, until she bumps into the wall. “Now, that all sounds perfectly awful, and it’s meant to. I want you to know that your life is over if you cross me. But, this isn’t all bad for you. You know I make good money, and I could really spoil you if I were so inclined. So think about it. In a few years you’ll move out, move away, and go on to do who-knows-what with your life. You and I will likely never see each other again, since I plan to dump your frosty box mother as soon as you move away. But in the meantime… keep me happy, and I’ll keep you happy. You get to have your same life, with two exceptions: you’re at my beck and call if I want you to get me off, and you get to go shopping once a week with a chunk of money I’ll give you. Think about it, princess… how many guys do you fuck in a week anyway? How many guys”, I reach up and cup the side of her face here, “have you let blow their load all over this pretty face? This will just be one more dick in your mouth, and you’ll be rewarded for being my good little slut until you go your own way.” Her face is set into a mask, unreadable. I gesture towards her tray of food. “Eat something. I have to go to the hardware store to fix up your door. By the time I’m finished, I need an answer from you. I need to know if you’re going to play nice.” I turn and walk up the stairs, calling behind me as I go, “I’ll throw some clothes down to you before I leave.” I shut the door behind me, snd push the china cabinet back to block her in. I head up to her room, past the wreckage of the previous door, and grab a few handfuls of clothes out of her drawers. I unblock the door, open it and throw the clothes down to her. “You have a few hours, princess, then I’m gonna need an answer.” By mid-afternoon, I’ve replaced the door and cleaned up all traces of our violent encounter that first night. Time to see if Carrie is going to pick the hard road or the easy road… I head down the basement stairs and call out to her. “Okay, beautiful… which is it? Are you going to play nice? I walk downstairs and see Carrie standing next to the bed, still wrapped in a towel. Her eyes look amused rather than resentful. She drops the towel and I see that she’s dressed herself: she’s wearing short black skirt and a spaghetti-strap blue tank top that leaves little to the imagination. She walks over to me slowly and deliberately, and I ready my hand to dart for the stun gun if she gets out of hand. She closes the distance between us, her hips swaying and her breasts softly bouncing. “I”, she announces as she grabs my dick and stands on her tiptoes to reach my ear, “am going to play nice.” With the last word she gives my ear a quick lick with her pierced tongue, and backs up. “Now, fucking spoil me and give me my freedom back, or you’ll have to sacrifice having two more years with this.” Her eyes are steady, calculating, and I am slightly taken aback. Why should it surprise me, though? Carrie is a headstrong teenage girl who’s used to getting what she wants. Maybe she sees this as a way to regain some power in the relationship. Whatever the reasons, I decide to try her out. “Ok, princess” I say. “Let me go get changed and I’ll take you to the mall.” She leans forward and pulls her shoulders in, accentuating her pale and freckled cleavage. “Don’t be too long or I might change my mind”. I climb the stairs and secure the door one last time. While I walk up to my bedroom, I phone Jacob. I find out that Cass is working, but Jacob is free. “Listen man, there’s five hundred bucks in it for you if you’ll tail me and Carrie to the mall. I’m going to try and take her out today, but if she tries to run, I want you to be ready to grab her.” Read more »

A Bench and a Blindfold [bdsm] [fantasy] [mf] [ff] [ccw]

My workshop is on the lowest level of the ship. There’s only two mechanics on the United Planets 253 cruiser, and Kyle works up in the control room so I can get pretty lonely. My workshop is probably the loudest place in all of the Xeon Galaxy. The hardware for the ship’s AI is down here and sometimes she decides to purge her old files and that gets her fan all riled up. The engines are here too, so there’s a pretty loud hum constantly. And of course, all of my various machines make a lot of noises. I don’t mind the background noise. It makes my isolated workshop feel a little bit less empty. Read more »