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S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 7. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

 

 

Chapter 7

 

That was my low point. My spirit was crushed. I would have fucked dogs and homeless people if my son had told me to. That night, I woke up Garrick and cried in his arms until sunrise. He took the day off. I didn’t answer his questions until mid-day.

“I’m not going to tell you what happened, Garrick.” That was my answer. “It happened. It was my fault and only my fault. I can’t make up for it. All I can hope is that time will help my mother to forgive me.”

“Where did it happen?”

“In the house, somewhere.” I told my husband.

“Where was Andrew?”

“In the hall bathroom.”

“Did anything get broken?”

I glared at him.

“Yes. Okay.” He backed away, releasing me. “You and your mother are unlike any other family I’ve met. I won’t ask again. You know I will do anything to help.”

“I know. You’re already helping.” I sighed, already missing his arms around me. “I’m afraid helping me will only hurt you, at least for a while.” Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 6. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

 

 

Chapter 6

 

I remained with mother for another week, helping to put her affairs in place before living with us.

Lila Aggis visited. We talked in the living room.

Mother was not entirely forgiving. “Lila, it’s been too long. I tried to see you, a few times, but your son told me you weren’t receiving guests.”

I asserted. “Eric is having a difficult time, Mother. I’m not sure he would have told her of your visits.”

“No.” Lila agreed. “I’ve had trouble escaping the house. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you this last week.”

“Oh.” Mother stepped back from one confrontation to spark another. “Send Eric to live with me for a month, and I’ll set him to rights.” It wasn’t a suggestion.

“Maybe when you come home again, in a month or two.” I told Mom.

“He called me a hag, once.” Mother fumed.

“I’m so sorry!” Lila lept up, but there was nothing she could do. “I didn’t know!”

Mother got up too. “Excuse me.” She turned and headed out of the room. “Those damn pills constipate a body. I may be a while.” She sequestered herself in the bathroom. Read more »

Nicole’s Thong Chapter 3: Combined Nicole’s and Todd’s Stories

*Nicole’s Bedroom: Sunday 03 August 2014 23:07 HRS*

**Nicole**: It is now Sunday night, and I am naked as I type this. God, I am so wet right now from the things I am going to write about that I have to sit on a towel. I was wet and leaking through my white G-String Thursday night when I wrote my story, and the same would be true tonight, except I opted to be totally nude. I have another zip lock bag ready for Todd that has two thongs that are literally floating in pussy juice. There was a huge puddle in the middle of my bed Thursday night after I was done.and I used my towel to soak it up. When I went out of my room to get a new zip-lock baggie, I pushed my tiny G-string all the way into my pussy, and after I wrung my juice from the towel into the bag, I slowly and carefully pulled my G-string out of myself and put it into the baggie as well. Read more »

The ramvlings of an obsessed pervert [MF]

*I am not sure if something like this has any right being here, but I felt compelled to share my little creation. Hopefully I am not breaking any community standards*

Her name is unimportant, it’s her blue eyes, crooked nose and thick, juicy ass which is the focus of my obsession. Well, that and her thin, red lips which I can’t help but wonder as to how delicous they would look wrapped around my unimpressive cock.

Will she gag when I grab the back of her head and shove her down to the base of my shaft? Or will she, as I suspect already be well versed in how to properly pleasure a man.

Will she let me shower her beautiful slightly freckled face in my hot seed, or will she prefer it plastered all over that thick ass I find myself jerking to almost every night.

Ultimately my goal will always be to slide my cum coated member into her cunt, to enjoy the noises she makes when I fill her.

Will she call out my name or claw my back. Which will offer the better view? Head down, ass up? Or her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with anticipation? Read more »

Nicole’s Wet Thong Chapter 2: Todd’s Story

*Todd’s Apartment: Friday 01 August 2014 3:47AM*

As soon as I arrived home yesterday afternoon, I saw the ten dollar bill Nicole had given to me almost fall to the floor as I pulled the plastic baggie out of my pocket. I smiled when I saw what she had written on the back of the money before dropping it on the floor along with my shorts. I kicked off my flip flops, but didn’t bother taking off my shirt, and I was already opening the plastic baggie as I made my way into the bedroom. Nicole’s soaking wet purple thong was out of the baggie before my bare ass hit the bed.

Nicole’s thong was extremely slippery…so slippery in fact that I almost dropped it when I took it out of its plastic confinement. The milky fluid from her young teenaged old hole had the consistency and slickness of an expensive oil based lube like ID Glide Millennium, but was at least twice as slippery, and I knew I would only need a little on the tips of my fingers to accomplish my mission of cumming all over myself. My left hand went to my pre-cum lubed hard-on, and I let my pre-cum mix with the teen’s juices on my fingers before I started stroking. I held the purple thong to my nose and inhaled as deep as I could, the fresh scent of her teen pussy driving me over the edge quicker than it ever had before. Read more »

The Training of Sabrina – Part 2: Rules [MF BDSM Mdom Fsub oral]

Crossposted from r/BDSMerotica

Hello, all. This is my first story. It is very long, and encompasses three months of my life. I can personally guarantee that everything in here is true, although somewhat paraphrased. It is not embellished nor fiction. I will be cross-posting this to other subreddits as I feel appropriate. There will be multiple parts and they will run together. Stick with the story and I am sure you will not be disappointed. I will also make a pledge to answer every response and comment to this story. So please, upvote, ask questions, and make comments.

I am a Dom. This is a story about how I met and trained Sabrina. As a visualization, Sabrina was 5’3″ and approximately 110 lbs. Her lithe frame was tattooed and sported B cup breasts with long blonde hair and emerald green eyes that glimmered when she earned a load of cum. I stood at 5’7″ tall and 150lbs. Dishwater blond hair and dashing blue eyes that can stare daggers or encouragement with a single look. My beard game was on point at the time, as well.

The Training of Sabrina – Part 1: The Meeting & Arrangement [MF] Read more »

Kinktober Day 7 – Exhausted [FSolo][Mast]

Exhausted, nothing else could describe Lauren’s state better. The day had been harder and longer than any man she had ever had – and she felt screwed harder than any of them had ever made her feel. Overtime, never-ending meetings and phone calls from downright idiotic colleagues who couldn’t have intelligence slapped into them – and god knew they deserved some slapping.

The workout had done its part to add to her exhaustion, draining her muscles of all their energy but failing to refresh her spirits as it usually did. Her arms were burning, her face was pressed down on the gym mat and her unwillingness to get up was only surpassed by her inability to do so. Despite the burning pain in every muscle Lauren had long learned to appreciate push-ups, they were real, honest work instead of the mindless, stupid shit she did all day. And it gave her a sense of accomplishment, something the – admittedly decently paid – office work had never managed in close to a decade. Read more »

Pile Of Leaves [MF] [Exh]

“I hate raking leaves,” muttered a sweaty and sore Darren Cole

“That’s that eighth time you’ve said that today. Keep it up and you’ll get a free burger,” teased Allison Drake, his fiancé and long-time lover.

“I’ll gladly exchange all the free food for the rest of my life to never rake leaves again.”

“I’d make that trade in a heartbeat if I could, but it’s October and we can’t afford a landscaping crew. This is just part of the life we have…and the one we’re trying to build.”

Darren groaned again, but stopped short of adding to the drudgery. He just gripped the rake a little harder, sweeping the last round of leaves into the sizable pile that he and Allison had made over the past four hours. It was hard, frustrating work, but his fiancé made an important point. Raking leaves was one part of an emerging life they had been forging together.

It had been five months since he’d proposed to Allison, but they had been acting like a married couple for years. Friends and family members used to joke that they were the youngest old couple they had ever seen. They’d grown up together in the same neighborhood. They’d endured puberty, high school, and multiple failed jobs. Along the way, falling in love with her just felt like a natural part of the process. Read more »

The MILF in the Library [mF, exh, oral]

The library is always quiet early in the day. Most people are at work, kids aren’t out of school yet. It’s a great place to go get some work done. At least, that is what I thought when I first started going to the library to get some work done before my night classes. I would go toward the back of the library, find a desk, and work. During breaks, I would get up and browse the stacks, wandering through book case after book case. The first morning I was there I saw the sexiest woman, just my type. She was petit with dark hair flowing past her shoulders. She was wearing a black blazer with a matching black mini-skirt. She was so fucking hot, and definitely in the age-range of my fantasies, 45-50. We made eye contact, she smiled, looked down, and kept walking.
I couldn’t get my mind off of her the rest of the day but didn’t see her again. When I showed up to the library the next morning, I was hoping that I would see her again. I know nothing would ever come of it, but there’s nothing wrong with looking and fantasizing. I went to the same desk and sure enough, across the room, she was sitting there. She was not dressed as fancily today. In place of her black skirt was a denim one, and instead of a blazer was a blue tshirt representing the local college. The college I went to. Read more »