Fucked in Mud [Str8] [F] [nc] [bdsm]

Feeling unfulfilled by city life and feeling adventurous and horny, you decide to make a solo day trip to a village in the country. You decide it would be fun to get some attention from random men along the way. It is a hot summer day, so you wear a light dress, no bra, and comfortable shoes to go on a walk.

You board the train in your city and have fun watching and fantasizing about various men and women on the train. You imagine some with no or few clothes, thinking about what their bodies look like under their clothes, the shapes and sizes of their breasts or penises, what kind of hair or body art or jewelry they have concealed or which they allow glimpses through the movement of their bodies on the train.

A few men barely conceal their stares at your purposefully unrestrained breasts and your bare legs and ankles. The thought that these strangers are looking and enjoying your figure makes you feel even more aroused.

Black Harvest, White Seeding (Interracial, rape, boys, women, demons, Halloween)

Black Harvest, White Seeding
by DiscipleN

Here is my second story of black boys raping and dominating white women, inspired by the drawings of the artist known as “Shota” on (Shotachan da net).

WARNING: Vast amounts of interracial bullshit is written below. Abandon reading it! I repeat, Abandon reading it!

[PROPER DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, regardless of age, or relation, sexual assault is illegal. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life.]

Halloween is the autumn festival, Samhain, that foretells the darkening of the skys and the arrival of snow. It is the harvest festival in many lands, known by different names, but true followers believe the separation between the spirit world and the living world narrows. Gaps through that veil can be found.

Ellen Kent stood on the step ladder, helping her college friend, Patricia, put up paper bats and other decorations along the school’s corridors. Patricia was an administrator, employed to assist, evaluate, and shepherd teachers at the small, “Late-Middle” school for boys of 14 years or older.

Now imagine this [FM]

“Is this it?” I wonder out loud as I pull my car up outside the nondescript brick apartment building. “Number 64.” Huh; not quite what I was expecting. End of the driveway, he said. I walk up the drive, a little purposefully, but it is an act: I don’t belong here.

The door for number three is there as promised. The brass number is a little tarnished and suddenly I am mindful of how quiet is is on a Tuesday morning. I try the door handle and find it unlocked, the door swinging open in my hand. A wave of cool air washes over me, clearly the aye cee running to knock the last of summers humidity out of the air inside. “This will be good,” the first mindful thought I have since stepping out of the car, as I reflect on the leather bustier that creaks ever so softly with every movement I make under my dress.

The door closes noisily behind me and I cringe a little. Standing inside the bottom of a stairwell I look past the islander artifacs hanging from the walls and try to peer around the corner as I reach the top of the first flight. There they are.

[MF]Daytime road head next to the police [oral][roadhead][nsfw][Str8]

It was spring. My girlfriend and I were driving home after a long day of visiting relatives who lived hours away. On the road my girlfriend, Beth, and I were hours from home but deep in conversation.

As road trips tend to go, our conversations got deep and turned sexual. We exchange sex stories and are both very turned on by each other’s dirty tales.

She told me she had a fantasy she’s always wanted to try but never got to.

I ask what’s that?

Beth leans over and start kissing my neck. My cock is so hard it’s hurting against my jeans. She grabs it and releases me from this prison and straight into euphoria. My queen moves quickly and stealthily between me and the steering wheel. I put it in cruise and lend back. She goes deep and wet on me. It’s all I can do to stop myself from cumming right away.

[MF][cuck][sissy] Solder gets fucked in more than one way [Part II]

A few hours later I get a phone call, it’s Amy. She needs me to bring the car back so she can drive Kyle back to his car. He couldn’t park it at our house. I refuse at first but give in. The motel room might be driving me crazy. I need to try to put things back together with Amy. After Amy leaves with Sarge, I go in the bedroom. The bed is a mess, it smells of sex and on closer look, I can see dried stain outlines on the sheets. My curiosity and I guess I was glutton for punishment, I check the dirty clothes hamper. I pull out 2 new pieces of lingerie I’ve never seen before. I start picturing Amy wearing them and what they were doing in bed. I can’t stop myself, I unbutton my pants and start masturbating again. It’s uncomfortable and somewhat painful but I start rubbing her dirty lingerie on my cock. It’s soft and feels cool to the touch. I put the other piece of lingerie up to my nose and breath in her musty aroma. My body spasms as I orgasm. It hurts and I double over, pulling everything away from my little sensitive red cock. Thinking to myself, maybe 4 times in 24 hours is over doing it a bit. I’m not 15 any more. 

[MF][cuck][sissy] Solder gets fucked in more than one way [Part I]

My wife Amy and I met each other in High School. We started dating our junior year and only had a few break-up fights that never lasted long. I think the longest time we spent broken up was 3 months. We were pretty frisky since there wasn’t much else to do in our towns. We tried to practice safe sex but, sometime we just didn’t have condoms on us all the time.

Sure enough, halfway through our senior year, she gets pregnant. I think we found out in early February, I remember telling our parents just before Valentine’s Day. It went pretty much as expected. Our Moms flipped out and Dads just asked what am I going to do about it. I told them I was a man and would take care of her. Amy and I hadn’t really talked about it yet but, I told our parents I was planning on marring Amy and providing for our family. 

[MF][cuck][sissy] Solder gets fucked in more than one way [Part III]

The time came as the video ended. Sarge softly whispers in my ear, asking if I was ready. I wasn’t but I wanted to be. I wanted to be his slut. I wanted him to fuck me like he fucked my wife. Sarge pulled out a large bottle of lube and started slathering it on his cock. He told me to kneel, leaning over and to bite the pillow. This scared me. My body turned cold as I got myself into position. I felt his hand pull the crotch across my ass and put his finger covered in cool lube against my asshole. He swirled it in a circle before applying pressure and it quickly slide in. “Have you ever done this before?” he asks with a rough voice. “No, have you?” I meekly respond. I can feel his finger slide deeper in. I wait for his answer as I feel a second finger trying to make it’s way into my ass. I clench up and he backs off a little before pulling his finger in and out gradually fast. He then slides the second finger in quickly and with a bit of force. I gasped and bit the pillow until the pain subsided. After a few minutes I feel him shift around and pull his fingers out. He placed his warm cock head at the entrance of my ass and said, “I’ve done this before but never twice with the same girl”. He let that process in my head for a full second before plunging half his cock in me. 

My little cumslut [MM] [Cock worship] [D/s]

There is boy I started seeing, about a decade younger than me, looking deliciously innocent and fooling almost everyone. Because he is anything but innocent. Quite the opposite, actually. Filthy even…

I’ve just come home from a business trip to Italy, freshly showered I drop down on the couch and turn on CNN when the doorbell rings. Twice in a quick, familiar fashion. It’s you. We’ve been messaging all week, sexting, mainly, so it hardly surprises me that you’ve decided to come over. I head to the door in a white shirt and black sweatpants, leaning against the door frame as I hear you climb up the stairs.

And then there you are. The dim light in the hallway gives your hair a brownish look, the stubble on your jaw looks fresh and you’re wearing your usual, casual clothes. I smile somewhat sleepily, leaning both of my forearms against either side of the door frame.

“Look at what the wind blew in,” I say as you step closer, your dark jacket open and the sound of your shoes soft on the carpeted hallway.

[MF] The Tryst

The party was at a friend’s house. You could always count on him to have good wine, great canapes, plus his house lent itself for this. A pool surrounded by porches where people mingled in little groups. It had started in the early evening but night was falling and torches were lighted around so we could see who we were chitchatting with and what we were eating, but each torch just covered one yard perimeter so there were shadowed areas in between, making one feel more private than it really was.

I was there with a friend, who had already wandered off talking with colleagues, unaware or uncaring of having left me to fend by myself. I approached the buffet table to browse the offerings when I noticed him.

I had seen him before, had even been introduced to, but never truly engaged in a conversation. I found him attractive, and when we had shaken hands a current of awareness had radiated from that touch. Waters as uncharted as beckoning, those. And now he was looking at me while walking on my direction.

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 10 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly

by DiscipleN

[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]

Chapter 10

Terry lingually drove Stace to three more orgasms by sundown. She lost all pretense of rebellion. She wept and held on to me, while I came twice to each of hers. When the sky darkened, he let her go. He told her to make supper for her parents. We had stocked our shelves with vegetable soups for Donald. She made spaghetti for me. Terry sneered when she offered to load a plate for him.

I wondered at stupid things, like why he required me to suck him clean and then stuff his cock back into my cum dripping cunt. Terry must have fucked himself dry that day. Stace slept in her bedroom, while I slept mounted to a fat pole sticking out of a fat mound. I woke in the middle of the night. His cock lurched inside of me. He moaned in his sleep, but the only cum there had been launched late afternoon. Never the less, I dismounted and sucked him clean. I fell asleep, plugged once more by a horrid man’s never withering protrusion.