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Force in Balance, Part 3 [sci-fi, MF, Fdom, anal, mast, oral, tf] (Star Wars)

*Hey, this is Part 3 of my story inspired by a prompt on /r/DirtyWritingPrompts! I’ll link to parts 1 and 2 in the comments since links aren’t allowed in the description. I’m working on Part 4 right now, which will likely be the final chapter. Enjoy!*

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Darth Makhet led the way back inside, Rinn close behind her. Makhet strolled casually through the section of the dormitory that the droids had made up for them. She continued past the lounge and dining area to the two bedrooms, peeking first into one, then the other. Evidently settling on the first one, she doubled back, grabbing hold of Rinn’s erection as she walked past him. With a firm grip she towed him to the large bed, neatly made with minimalist white dressings and lit through a slatted skylight.

She stopped at the head of the bed, guiding Rinn to sit with his back against the pillows along the wall. He did so in almost quivering eagerness, looking over at her, his hands running over her hips and ass as he forced himself to be patient. But Makhet stayed standing beside the bed, her eyelids falling as she laid her hands on his temples, deep in concentration. Read more »

You don’t have a Carla in your life? Part IV. [MMF] [mast] [DP] [oral]

Part IV in this series. You probably want to read parts 1-3 first.

* Part 1: /r/sexystories/comments/8vd5oq/you_dont_have_a_carla_in_your_life_sucks_to_be/
* Part 2: /r/sexystories/comments/8wacwm/you_dont_have_a_carla_in_your_life_part_ii_str8/
* Part 3: /r/sexystories/comments/8x0jxl/you_dont_have_a_carla_in_your_life_part_iii_str8/

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So, people have been asking me about Mick. If you recall, the story so far is that he was in a relationship with Carla, and then I stole her from him. It cut-up both me and Carla when she broke-up with him, and yeah, he didn’t talk to either of us for a few weeks. I’d lost one of my best friends. He’d lost Carla and me, I guess. And Carla felt like the worst bitch ever to have existed.

But things did get better. As Carla has explained, we got back in touch and eventually we began to involve him and his eight-inch cock in our sex life in threesomes—and some other escapades. And it turned out he can be kinky as fuck.

To illustrate this, here’s an email I sent him from work a few days ago about a fun thing that happened (although Carla didn’t think so at the time). I’ve had to delete some identifying details.

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[M][MFF] Betty From Human Resources

Betty was professional, intelligent, a good manager, and all around great at her job. Everyone at the office respected her work ethic and her ability to get things done. She was seen as a rising star in the company.

But none of that stopped them from nicknaming her Betty Big Titties.

An office isn’t that different from a locker room. Nobody said it to her face, but it was the nickname that men gave her behind her back. It was appropriate. She was about 5’6″ with long dark hair, sexy hazel eyes, and a rack that made sweaters and low cut tops look profane.

It didn’t matter how good she was at her job or that she always came off as a bit innocent. Men were inclined to make lewd comments behind her back. Even executives occasionally mumbled a comment beneath their breath when she strolled by in heels and a tailored dress or blouse that showed off her amazing body. Read more »

You don’t have a Carla in your life? Part III. [Str8] [voy] [mmf] [piss] [Fsub]

Please see parts one and two of this story, also here on /r/sexystories.

/r/sexystories/comments/8vd5oq/you_dont_have_a_carla_in_your_life_sucks_to_be/
/r/sexystories/comments/8wacwm/you_dont_have_a_carla_in_your_life_part_ii_str8/

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This is James here again.

In those early days of our relationship Carla and myself joked about whether or not I was a voyeur. She believed *she* was one, but I didn’t think that label applied to me. Yet her argument was pretty solid—she had not only seen me sneakily jerk off watching her fucking somebody but our relationship had started because of it! [See part one of this series.]

One sunny day while we were getting lunch at this hip vegan place we started discussing whether watching sex movies made you a voyeur. Carla salaciously faked a confession where she told me she watches porn pretty much every day and that she felt it made her a bad girl. She watched my face to see if it turned me on. But, eh, you know what? Girls watch porn as much as guys. Big deal. We all masturbate and that’s a good thing. Just don’t do it in church.

Then Carla began talking about The X Files and how she regularly got off to them. Read more »

Small town slut at the Fourth of July festivities. [MF] [oral] [cheating] [fiction]

It was the Fourth of July. In this small town in the Pacific Northwest that meant a morning parade, food trucks and vendors at the park in the center of town, and fireworks at the high school. I was there from out of town with my cousin, who’s in-laws lived here.

At the parade that morning I saw this girl in the back of one of the pick-up trucks advertising the local feed store. She was standing up tossing candy to children lined up in front of their parents in camp chairs on the sidewalk. Dirty-blonde, blue-eyed farm girl around 18-19 years old. She was wearing a pair of high waisted denim short shorts which showed the bottom of her butt cheeks and a white half t-shirt with “FREEDOM” in red and blue lettering with fireworks in the background. The shirt was a little too big and hung off of her 5’6”, 34c-26-36 frame. She had curves wear it counted. I couldn’t immediately tell if she was wearing a bra. Read more »

[MMF]- The Doubtful Cuckhold [cuck],[DP]

This was one of the custom eroticas I have done in the past few days. I have completed one other and am working on two more.

The Doubtful Cuckhold.

He was at it again. Bless his heart I really cared for him but he couldnt let it go. I almost regret telling him about sleeping over at my friends house. I absolutely regret telling him about the fact that I tended to sleep topless on said sleepovers. But I like him I like his as part of my life but man those contant questions. “Did you have sex?”, “Did you fool around?”, “Did you want to?”, “Did he want to?”, “Did you see him naked… how big was his black cock?” These conversations always seem to rile him up. Fortuneately I know the solution to when he gets riled up like this. While he is badgering me I slowly creep up to him. Unzip his fly and suck away his anxieties. That part I like. I almost worry though that this is becoming a Pavlovian response. Nag about my sleeping with my tits out at my black friends house… get a blowjob. Thats silly of course. Read more »

The Mechanic [MF]

“God damn this piece of shit car!” exclaimed Sadie Harper at the top of her lungs.

It was official. The past four hours had been the worst of her adult life, including the time she threw up at her best friend’s wedding. In a fit of anger, she hit the hood of the butt-ugly coupe that left her stranded on the curb of the highway just hours after sunset and with storm clouds rolling in. It felt like every conceivable force in the universe had conspired against her.

“Why now of all times? Why are you doing this to me?” she groaned, kicking the tire of her car in a fit of rage. “It’s not enough I splurged five hundred bucks on new tires. Now…at a time when I just wanted to fucking get away…this happens. What the fuck did I do to deserve this?”

Sadie would’ve started crying if she weren’t so pissed. She ended up leaning over the hood of her car, catching her breath and clinging to whatever sanity she had left. It didn’t help that she heard more thunder in the distance. It was going to start pouring rain at any minute. She could feel it. That would act as a frustratingly fitting cap to the terrible day she was having. Read more »

MFF- Bow to the Cuck Queen [Str8-Les], [Ebony], [Cuckqueen], [Cumplay], [Voy]

Bow to the Cuck Queen

I still don’t know what had gotten into me. Maybe it was the heat or maybe it was my biology ticking the right time of the month. I was horny and I was hot to get laid. I am fundamentally bad at picking up guys and though I know it’s often a sellers market out there when it comes to women looking to get laid I still knew I would struggle. I don’t trust those phone apps and It was a little early in the day to troll the clubs. The local bar would have to do. It was early happy hour and the executives and would surely be drinking themselves into a horny stupor before dinner time.

I have had limited luck with them before. A few times I got to the point of being ready to take them home to my place only to see the telltale ring shaped imprint on their finger just in time. I am not going to wrong some trusting woman. Aside from being something I would feel awful about, it’s also a dangerous game to play. I politely let them down and tell them to satisfy their blue balls on the person for whom they shared their ring with. I like to think I helped some marriages that way but who was I kidding they probably went after the next piece of tail that walked their way. Read more »

Smells Like Middle Age Desperation [MF]

I’m in charge of a business function that covers several different offices, so I’m often on the road to visit the locations. I kept hearing the name of a new salesperson come up: Linda Marconi. Some of my staff at the office she worked at were becoming very involved with problems she should have been calling into a service desk for. I asked them to redirect her, but then I would hear from other employees that they continued to help her.

I was a little puzzled–these guys usually tried to avoid dealing with people as much as possible. So on my next visit, I kept one eye out to see if Linda would stop by the area where my team was assigned. By noon on my first day there, the question had been answered.

The clicking heels announced her presence and I looked up subtly to see a nice pair of legs. She was wearing a skirt that was too short for an office and four-inch heels. I already had a feeling about what her deal was before she turned to peak into my office. Once I saw the tell-tale overuse of eye makeup and low cut shirt, I knew she was experiencing what I call the “aging stewardess syndrome”: an aging woman who relied on her looks for professional success was not dealing with her decline very well. I didn’t give away that I had checked her out and continued to work. Read more »