19[f] and Buttfucked into Oblivion [m] [anal] [oral] [piss] [cum]

Girls of the 90s read romance novels while boys flipped through dirty mags. That’s why there was such a sexual disparity between most men and women who grew up in the 90s. He’d want to fuck her ass and cum on her face. She’d want a dozen roses, a romantic dinner, and to be swept off her feet.

But girls of the 2000s? They grew up watching porn. Mandy was one of them — so by the time she was 19, she had a wild fantasy and very high sexual expectations.

She met Scott online and they started to fool around. She wanted to do all of the stuff she watched online, which was perfect, because he did, too. Scott was 21, so a little older, but not by much.

Mandy had “granny hair” — dyed silver and tied up in a bun or pig tails. She was skinny, peppy, always giggling. Her favorite outfit was knee high rainbow socks, Chucks, and booty jean shorts. She had green eyes and dimples and was basically as cute AF.

She also had nice medium sized breasts and a cute little butt.

The Sex was Getting Old, So … [MF] [mf] [swing] [oral] [mast] [piss]

It’s 10am. I’m walking into my office – late again – and I see this guy. I don’t really know him, but we always say hello. I ask how things are going and he pulls me aside and says, “Actually, and I can tell you this because I don’t really know you — fucking awesome.”

“Oh, shit,” I say, highly intrigued. “Go on …”

“Well, my wife and I have a kind of … arrangement. And usually, she does her thing, I do mine, but last night, our “things” meshed, if you know what I’m saying.”

“Listen,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “I’m old and my wife and I are clueless as to what all you young kids are saying. I have no fucking clue what you’re saying.”

He chuckled. “We have an open marriage. I fuck whoever I want. She fucks whoever she wants. Last night, we ended up at the same restaurant with our fuck buddies, so we decided to eat together. And then, we decided to go home together. I guess that makes us swingers, you know?”

“I see …” I said. “And you’re telling ME this because?”

Nephilim Temptress [mF] [affair] [seduction] [dirty] [kinda long?]

Barging through the door the instant I opened it, I don’t even want to fucking bother asking how she found out which room I was staying in. Cunning never seemed to be lost on her. After taking a few good steps inside she turns around, and I’m planted holding the door open, looking at her incredulously, her appearance here obviously unwelcome and not even worth lending voice to.

“You have *no* fucking idea,” Donna’s voice softly, confidence in each word, “just how mistaken you are.”

“*No*, I’m not. And if you think so, then why didn’t you just tell me this a moment ago on the phone?”

“I couldn’t tell you what I needed to tell you on a cell…”

“Well… whatever you need to tell me, I’m already telling you the same thing; Trish and I have gotten serious now.” The words don’t seem to affect her like I thought they would. They don’t seem to affect her at all, really… “It was…” my thought left trailing as I struggle to find what she’d like to hear.

[MfM] Local Work [prost] [fantasy] [Mdom]

Ming sat down heavily on the shoddy bed, causing it to creak worryingly. The little room at the back of the inn had cost her most of what money she had left. While that had not been a lot to begin with, it hardly seemed worth it for what she had gotten. Even so, it was a roof over her head, and the bed was clean enough. Not _clean_, as such, but _clean enough_. Looking through her purse, she found that she only had a few copper pennies left, and realized she’d have to scare up some income if she wanted her journey to continue; Rosefire was still almost two waynweeks away, and at least three times that on foot, and she’d have to be very fortunate to get there on anything less than half a crown.

After changing her travel leathers for street clothes, she made her way back to the common room, where a couple of pennies bought her a light meal and half a bottle of weak winterfruit wine. As she ate, she watched the room for opportunities to make a bit of coin, but nothing obvious presented itself.

Emmy’s Iron Maiden Glory Hole [Msub, Fdom, anal, exh, huml, swing, voy]

This is a continuation on from the ‘A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties’ and ‘Emmy’s games’ stories.

Previous stories:

A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties sexystories/comments/26myqy/a_surprise_assfucking_in_panties_msub_fdom_anal/

A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 2 sexystories/comments/26qic1/a_surprise_assfucking_in_panties_part_2_msub_fdom/

A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 3 sexystories/comments/26tgta/a_surprise_assfucking_in_panties_part_3_msub_fdom/

Emmy’s Games Part 1 sexystories/comments/276k8w/emmys_games_part_1_msub_fdom_anal_mast/

Emmy’s Games Part 2 sexystories/comments/27c2q7/emmys_games_part_2_msub_fdom_anal_exh_huml_swing/

Picante – [mmf][gangbang]

Ada stared at the scruffy hipster sitting next to her at the bar. She had been thinking for a few second and then raised her hand. “Okay, 20.”

“20?”

“Yeah, are you deaf? You get 20 guys here to fuck me and then you can join in.”

“So, then 19 plus me or a total of 21?”

“Jesus. 21, including you. I have three holes, we need to keep things occupied at all times. It needs to be a multiple of 3. No nasty guys, so if you bring some hobos I’m out.”

“Okay, so let’s say I find these 20 non-nasty guys. What then?”

“Well, genius, you rent a big hotel room and then you tell me where to meet you. We can’t exactly do this kind of shit in someone’s house or outside behind the bar. Here, give me your phone.”

She took his phone and typed in her burner number. She named the contact Picante and tossed it back to him.

“What a weird name.”

“I’m not giving you my real name, dipshit. This is a one-time situation. Remember, you’ve got 2 hours. Then the offer is void.”

An insecure curvy girlfriend finds pleasure with the Petit neighbor upstairs [mff] [oral] [anal] [rimjobs] [cum play] [mast]

We have this neighbor named Kat. She’s tattooed, long brown hair. Keeps to herself. She’s on the skinny side and my girlfriend, Bridgette, is on the thicker side. Whenever she sees Kat, she makes a snide comment to me later on about how she’s a skinny.

I don’t think she’s anorexic or anything. Just petit. Bridgette is just insecure.

One day, I got on the elevator with Kat. Bridgette wasn’t around.

“Your girlfriend is kind of a bitch,” Kat said.

“Is she?” I asked.

“Yeah, I mean, that’s my assumption. She’s not very friendly and she always gives me some nasty look.”

“Ah,” I said. “I think she’s just jealous.”

“Of WHAT?” Kat asked.

“Your body. You’re petit. She’s curvy.”

“Are you kidding. I wish I had her tits and ass. God, she’s gorgeous. Eh, insecure makes sense, now. I’ll make an effort to compliment her or something. Boost her fragile ego.”

She winked and got off the elevator.

A week or so later, the three of us ended up on the elevator again. Kat looked at me and winked.

“Hey,” she said to Bridgette. “You’re looking hot tonight.”

Sweet Release [Mf] [Blowjob] [Bondage] [Dub-con] [Very Slight Fdom]

About five years ago, between the fourth and fifth semester of college, I had a bit of a problem with money and paying rent. Thanks to a friend who worked at a nearby country club, I was put in contact with several middle-aged and elderly couples who were interested in cheap, off-the-books cleaning and maid services, and who did not mind having a half-Latina college student working for them part time. It was not a glamorous job by any stretch of the imagination, but most of the people I worked for were rich, very rich, and their concept of money was entirely alien to me. Aside from the pay, which was fairly decent, I received a lot of little gifts, mostly food and snacks, and most of them were content to simply leave me alone and let me do my job without interference. Of course, there were a few anal-retentive housewives among them, but overall, I was able to simply go about my business, listening to music while I cleaned up their multi-million dollar mansions. Being myself from a low-middle class household, their splendor and extravagance never ceased to floor me– but that’s besides the point.

Lilith’s Tales [BDSM][violence][dub-con][non-con][occult]

Author’s Introduction: This is the first of the chapter rewrites that I planned on doing. If you’re a new reader, welcome! What I am doing is cleaning things up and writing the early chapters of Lilith’s Tales with my current skill level, as opposed to when I first started. I’ll also be combining Lilith’s Tales and Lilith’s Adventures into one book. You’ll be able to tell the difference between them by looking at the chapter title; Lilith’s Tales will be marked as Book One, and Lilith’s Adventures will be marked as Book Two. That will also be how you can tell if I’ve reworked an older chapter or not.

Be warned: Lilith’s Tales contains a ton of BDSM, non-con and dub-con, slave/master play and demonic references. You’ve been warned.

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Welcome to Telestria. Long ago, this was once a vibrant world filled with magic and populated by a myriad of peoples that lived in harmony with one another. It was a wondrous place of mechanized airships and powerful casters, looked after by a small pantheon of gods in Heaven that stood as a bulwark against the powers of Hell. It wasn’t an utopia, but it was a good place to live.

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