Category: sexystories

The Neighborhood: Part 9 [MF][Mdom][Oral][Mast][Exh][Sex][Swing][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 16: Fiona and Jim Trade Off**

Another week passed, and Colin was successfully training Natalie to be his fantasy secretary. He’d managed to get her blowing him after just four days, and on the fifth, she went into it without even asking, assuming this was the replacement for handjobs. Each time, he’d asked the same thing, telling her a blowjob would be appreciated, and it took some time to have effect, the same with his daily comment of: “You have an amazing body, Natalie, you shouldn’t hide it so much.” According to the database, the request was working, but her appearance, her style of dress hadn’t really changed. It was something he had to look into.

He talked to his team about their mesh network—they didn’t try to call it anything else—the impedance efforts, all sorts of things that he wanted clarified, really, for his own personal use, but they took it in stride, and while they hadn’t met his first deadline, he still had progress to report at every Thursday afternoon executive meeting. Colin was getting a reputation as a solid manager, an ‘ideas guy’, one who could ‘put things into motion’, and someone who fit well in the culture. Read more »

Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 8)

(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)

A few days later Hermione left with a large group to Hogsmeade, ready to do her part. She was alone, Harry needing to stay back to execute the brunt of the plan, by getting into the Ravenclaw dormitory. Hermione was given the simple task of watching Michael, and ensuring he stayed in Hogsmeade.

Her eyes fixed on the back of Michaels head, she followed near the back of a long line of Hogwarts students ready to spend a fun filled day in the village.

For the 10th time, Hermione checked her back pocket. However, she wasn’t put at ease, despite ensuring that she still in fact had what she needed. She knew she’d check again in a few minutes, desperate to do her part perfectly.

The thing in her back pocket that she so anxiously kept checking for was a chess piece. Harry also had one that was identical, the twin of Hermione’s. The purpose was simple: it was an alarm. Read more »

I came into a mayo jar and my flatmate had some

This is a throwaway account btw.

I was 18. I just moved into this flat near my uni so that I was close to school. My highschool years put me in a very… adventurous lifestyle. I was basically running a whole prostitution business, with me being the prostitute. I adored cum. I loved my own, I loved another guys, trap’s, shemales, etc. I couldn’t get enough of the stuff. So over a month, whenever I jacked off, I’d release my cum into a 2L bottle (usually an emptied bottle of cock or water, changes every month), then drink it or play with it on the last day. Sadly, this year: I chose a mayo jar.

My flat mate (m) was very hungry on the 31st of October. He had just finished doing his assignment and said he NEEDED a sandwich like his life depended on it. (I had left the bottle downstairs as I was filming myself jack off on snapchat). He got his slices of bread, placed his bologna carefully, and went to grab the mayo. He poured a usual amount of ‘mayo’ onto his sandwich and placed the two slices onto the sandwich. Read more »

You’re Mine [D/s][M/F][Bondage]

As I walk in the door, I’m greeted by You sitting with a drink in Your hand.

“Strip for me. Now.”

OK, Hello to you too, Sir. Of course I don’t actually say that but I certainly think it. I look over at Him, sitting on the sofa, with a sly grin on His face. He knows I’m mentally deciding between the part of me that wants to tell Him where He can go, and the part of me that needs to submit. He knows that I’m going to take my clothes off, even before I do. That grin says it all.

I begin unbuttoning my shirt, He tells me to stop.

“You’re Mine for the next twenty-four hours. Everything on you, belongs to Me. I will control when you cum; if you cum, and how often.

I’ll decide if you can wear clothes, and what you can wear.

Everything you do, you will do for Me. If I ask you to do something, you’ll immediately do it, no hesitation, and in a way that will please Me most. Understood?”

“Yes.” Read more »

Dirty Dancing and onward [MF] [Rough] [Rape] [Long] [Choke] [Blkmail] [Pee] [Beast]

**DIRTY DANCING – PART 1**

Finals and studying were killing her, driving her crazy as the semester wound down. It was all she could do to stay focused anymore. The grind of it all was just smothering her. It’s why she was here tonight. To let loose a little bit, to recharge and refresh and then start back up the next day. Sammie didn’t feel like it was too much to ask for.

Normally she went out to the bars to dance with her friends, a group of wing-man supporting, sabotaging, and protecting each other from too much excess. Sammie wanted the excess tonight however, but within reason. She was in a relationship after all and saw a future in it. But a bit of a buzz, a bit of a grope, and maybe even some kisses wouldn’t hurt anything.

With that thought in mind, she had dressed in a nice red dress and black heels, tall, and no bra. She did wear a thin black thong that barely could keep a breeze away, much less a wandering finger. She called for her Uber and shortly before 11 she arrived at a decent bar. She’d been there before and they were always busy. Keeping it simple with occasional vodka shots, plus whatever beer random guys sent her way in a desperate bid for her attention, she got drunker far faster than she expected. She’d been drunk before, sloppily even, so that was nothing new. Read more »

A story of an old friend

I’m sitting across from her as we drink coffee and tea, her name is Kealaula, we knew each other since college, and had our fun while we were there. Her boyfriend at the time was a buddy of mine, and we somehow convinced her it be a good idea for a threesome, another story for another time. Either way, we both grew up, she got married as well as I, both have kids, but still keep in touch, even if things on my end got really complicated. I turned into a sex addict, I use sex to run from my issues and blame everyone else for my problems, she’s one of the few that got that about me and still wanted to be friends no matter what, even after my wife ordered me to break ties with all female friends. Somehow we stayed in touch through all that, and recently it’s been hard not wanting more from her.

We start talking about how work is going and how our significant others are, and I ask her how her sex life is. She smiles and just says good, I look her in the eyes and I see that there’s more to her answer. Read more »

Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 7)

(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)

Harry remembered everything. Every vision, every thought, every detail about Michaels unwanted memories. He tried to tell himself that they were fabricated, but he knew the truth, and he couldn’t suppress it no matter how desperately he wanted to. Michael hadn’t been lying, like Harry suspected. The taunts about Ms. Davies were real, just like the ones about Ginny. He’d come to terms with that, and now the only thing left to think about was how he would proceed.

First things first, Harry wanted to get him alone. If there was one thing Harry excelled at it was one on one encounters. Hell, he’d just start swinging if he had to.

But what would that accomplish, a little voice asked? Would Ms. Davies be at Michaels bedside while he was in the hospital wing?

Unable to stop the little voice from getting too real, it asked: and what would they be doing? Would she be jerking him off under the covers as he rubs and squeezes her breasts? Would she lick, suck, and worship his fat cock, as he thinks “thanks Potter.” Read more »

EX-SEX PT. 2: OUR GREATEST HITS [MF] [oral] [anal] [squirt] [mast] [facial] [swallow]

“I miss the taste of your cum,” she said. “Come over.”

I looked at the text. Was this a mistake? Fucking my ex? On the other hand, I did miss her thick body, her curves, her large breasts and incredible ass. Her thick thighs, small waist. I missed her bush and wondered if she’d kept it, even after we broke up, or if she reverted back to waxing.

Surely, she’d been sleeping around. We’d been broken up long enough.

“Right now?” I texted back. I could feel my cock getting hard.

“Right now,” she responded instantly.

I grabbed my stuff, including my condoms, and hurried out of my apartment. I drove into our old neighborhood, parked on the old street where I’d parked for so many years and looked up to the apartment. By this point, my mind was racing. How would she look? Had she made any chances to her appearance? Haircut? Change of hair color? Any new tattoos? I looked up to her apartment. The bedroom light was on. I took a deep breath and opened the front door to her building and punched in the security code. The door buzzed and I entered. Read more »

Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 6)

(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)

Late that night Michael snuck out of the Ravenclaw dormitory, covered from sight, thanks to his new cloak. He made his way over to the entrance to the Gryffindor tower, which he discovered earlier that day. While he was loitering around the entrance, he was also fortunate enough to overhear the password.

“Oddment and tweak.” He said to the fat lady, who awoke with a start.

“Wha? Ah yes.” She sighed. “Go on in then.”

The portrait swung open and Michael entered, and as luck had it, there wasn’t anyone in the common room. It was very late.

Michael made his way up the boys dormitory and slowly opened the door. Upon entering he was greeted with the snores of Potter and all his friends. He located the scarred bastard and took out a vial, filled with a white wispy substance. It looked like a bright fog. Holding it up to Harry’s ear, he uncorked the vial and the substance seemed into Harry’s head, who tossed a bit in his sleep, as fragments of Michaels memory mixed with his. After a minute Harry stopped tossing and murmuring, and was still and snoring. Read more »

Overcoming my fear [mf]

My husband Paul and I decided to have a baby when I was 27, but before we did I had to overcome an embarrassing problem: I was deathly afraid of unprotected sex. My mom had an affair when I was a teenager and ended up getting an STI from the guy she was sleeping with and then gave it to my dad as well. It got worse before it got better, and I guess the trauma of that made me way more scared than was rational. Not scared enough to never have sex, but I never *ever* did it without having the guy I was with wear a condom or use one of the female condoms myself (which by the way, I’m told are *much* better for the guy, and I like them too).

I was so afraid of it that even after I married Paul I still insisted on condoms. We tried a couple of times to skip them right after we got married, because it was “what you’re supposed to do,” but I couldn’t get past that stupid mental barrier. I’d gotten on birth control, and Paul had STI tests done just to try to help me feel better, but the thought of being fucked bare made me cringe. Read more »