It’s morning and I’m still asleep in my hotel room. You walk into the room and up to the bed where you see me sleeping. You give me a little kiss to wake me up and then pull down the covers to reveal my naked body and already hard cock. You smile as you hop up on the bed next to me. You the start to lightly stroke up and down my body with your finger tips, lightly tickling me and teasing me all over, making me shiver from your touch. Alternating between light touches and light scratches, you play me like an instrument, heightening my arousal and making me shiver. With your other hand you start to lightly scratch and stroke the back of my neck and tease my ear with your fingertips. Meanwhile you start to dig your nails in further and harder over the rest of my body with your apposing hand. All the while you are sitting calmly next to me, watching intently and delighting in the control you have over me while you tease, scratch, and toy with me. You know exactly how to make me shiver, jump, and shake. You continue running your hands on me, scratching and teasing all over. Working up to pinch my nipples and give them a little twist. Working your way down scratching against my inner thighs. You make me jump as you “accidentally” graze my balls with your fingertips and the head of my cock with you arm. You feel with your arm how much I’m leaving for you already. So, you lean in and whispered in my ear “You’re already dripping for me, I haven’t even touched it yet…” Your hot breath on my ear makes my body writhe and my cock twitch. You ask me as your hot breath envelopes my ear again ”Do you want me touch it?” I writhe in pleasure again and respond ”Yes! Yes, please!” You move your hand down and start lightly running your fingertips over my cock and lightly tickling my balls, making me jump and twitch. With your opposite hand, you dig a little deeper into the back of my neck with your nails and start lightly tugging my hair. You enjoy seeing my breathing get heavier and my feeling my heart beat faster. You lean in again with your mouth right against my ear “Do you want me to stroke it?” I let out with my shaky voice “Yes! Please! Please! Please stroke it!” You whisper a hot, breathy “Okay…” while you start to lick and nibble my ear as you start to slowly and gently stroke my cock. I let out a moan as you wrap your hands around and start to stroke. You scratch harder on my neck and tug on my hair harder. You look down and stop stroking to see I’m absolutely dripping. you then look me in the eyes as you take your hand off and bring it up to your mouth. I watch as lick your palm, getting it nice and slick. You move your hand back down and start to stroke me hard and fast. Watching me writhe and shake as you already have me close to the edge. ”Don’t cum yet, I want you absolutely desperate…” you say with a big smirk. You feel my body start to tense and tighten, I’m right on the edge. You grab a handful of hair and pull my head back as you take your hand off my cock. I shake and thrust into the air, my cock twitching throbbing. You look at me smiling and say “That’s just one…” as you start stroking again. You stroke cock even faster this time bringing me to the edge again with a big smile and a smirk. You look me in the eyes again, continuing to stroke, and say “I want you absolutely desperate, so desperate you can’t think about anything other than me and release… That way you’ll cum so much harder for me and it will feel so much better, right?” I try to respond “Y-ye-y…” as you stroke faster, getting me close to the edge, again. You say “I’m sorry? What was that? I can’t understand you” with a huge grin. I finally eek out a “Y-y-yes!” You smile and stroke me right up to the edge again. You keep bringing me closer and closer. You tease the head with your fingertips as I’m right on the edge and make me squirm. You lightly drag your nails and fingertips over my balls, feeling how tight they are against my skin how close I am to cumming. I get so sensitive and so desperate that you can only stoke lightly for a few seconds at a time without sending me over the edge. You look down at my writhing, sweaty, convulsing body “Poor baby, do you need to cum?” You have my hair in your grasp as I try to nod and let out “Y-y-yes, yes. I need to cum so so bad.” You lean down and put your mouth to my ear again “Beg for me…” I look straight into your eyes and start begging as you stoke me, keeping me on the edge “Please. Please. Please, let me cum. I need to cum so bad for you. Please. Please.” You see how desperate I am and yet with a big grin you say “I’m not convinced, I want you absolutely desperate…” I respond “Please. Please. I need to cum. I need to cum. Please. I need to cum. Please. Please.“ Toying with me you reply ”Yeah? You need to cum?” I nod and reply “Yes! Please. I need to cum so bad. Please. Please.” You ask “You’re desperate and right on the edge for me?” I respond “Yes! Yes! I need to cum! I need to cum! Please! Please! Please let me cum! Please let me cum!” as I continue to squirm, jump, twitch at your touch. You look me right in the eyes and say “Cum for me…” You stroke me hard and fast making me explode a huge amount all over myself and you. You continue stoke me for a little bit longer, as I shake and convulse, gradually slowing down and finally stopping. You take your hands off and wrap them around me while you cuddle up next to me. You still feel me shaking and breathing heavily as I wrap my arms around you.
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The Faery & The Tikoloshe [M/F, FanCreatures]
The northern waters are cool and windy.
A refreshing ocean wind blows the waves, under the cloudy and grey evening sky.
A large and sturdy trading boat, looking like a odd mix of Arab with a touch of Roman, and African imagery on it, comes to rest in a port. Simple yet sturdy wooden planks form it, as light skinned men smile and approach, meeting men in turbans and their chins covered by masks of cloth. Only their eyes and the almost jet black skin of their faces and noses peeking out. They shake hands, each speaking something the other would understand. Trade is the source of the long visit. Money is to be made in mass amounts by entrepreneurs and business savvy fellows good with coin and predicting human wants.
The burning copper and iron lanterns of the Moors, Tauregs they call their group, look gorgeously designed. The smiling dock owner shows off his silver tooth and good loop earrings, a symbol of his clan’s wealth. They shake hands and make friendly, no hostilities existent.
“THE SUBURBAN HOWL” – Chapter Four: ‘Jennifer’s Idea of a Game’ [MFM, Mystery/Suspense]
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**PART ONE:** *The Draw*
**Chapter Four.** *’Jennifer’s Idea of a Game’*
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Usually included something overtly sexual, or at the very least, simply *taboo*. That’s just how it was with her.
Jennifer was a dyed-in-the-wool deviant — a genuine pervert, in fact — and it seemed to be her goal in life to corrupt everyone around her, starting with her closest friends. That was the first impression Kathleen had of her dorm-mate when they’d met in university, anyway.
Well, *actually…*
…Kathleen’s *very first* impression of Jennifer had been stumbling upon her, bent over behind a bush on the orientation day of their freshman year, with a man’s cock wedged sideways in her mouth, poking through her cheek like a lollipop. The guy hadn’t noticed that they’d been caught. Jennifer had. She merely smiled back at Kathleen from the grass, drooling spit and cum onto the man’s jeans.
*What am I seeing?,* she asked herself. Kathleen nearly dropped the heavy boxes she was carrying in surprise. It took her a few seconds to manage the impossible task of tearing her eyes away, then she sped off toward the university, no longer noticing the weight of the boxes on her arms, which had felt unbearable only a minute ago.
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Tomb of Cullen [Blade, twilight, MF, MM, Femdom-cuck, CD]
The stars shone in the sky like glowing balls, and the moon’s light shone down to the ground, like a celestial spotlight. The cool summer winds blew sweetly, massaging one’s body with comfort and joy.
In the pine forest, Bella held tightly onto Edward’s hand.
“I love these walks with you…” Bella looks down and turns, trying to imitate the beautiful models she’s watched on TV.
“Really?” Edward said, turning his face down, but looking up at her through his eyelashes. Bella’s cheeks blaze bright red. She can’t stop the smile that spreads across her face.
“Yeah.”
She knew he noticed her sure-to-look-pitiful attempts at flirting with him. She felt tense, hoping he wasn’t disappointed. Edward smiles and leans in, kissing her cheek. He looks deep into her eyes and they stand there, staring at one another for what seems like forever. He lays her hands on his shoulders, feeling how strong they are. Bella looks down hoping to hide her blushing from feeling his strong arms wrapped around her waist.
“I like it when you hold me like this.”
Sold By My Own Damn Brother: One Of Many Forced Sex Stories
Sold By My Own Damn Brother: One Of Many Forced Sex Stories
Sold By My Own Damn Brother: One Of Many Forced Sex Stories! My brother is a nasty little fucker who is even kinkier than I am. I thought I took things a bit too far, but he showed me a whole new level of wrong. I was hanging out at his apartment, when his friend Cory came over. They went over to the corner to talk and I saw him hand my brother a handful of money while grinning. My brother counted it, smiled then said he’d be back in an hour. I thought it was weird and had no idea what was going on until Cory came towards me and grabbed me.
I tried to push him away from me but he said that he’d bought me fair and square and that he was going to get his money’s worth. That’s when I realized that my brother had sold me to his friend and that he was going to rape me and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it! Cory dragged me off the sofa and I hit the coffee table hard, making me cry out in pain as he began ripping at my clothes. I kept telling him to stop and hit him a few times but he was a lot stronger than I was.
[inc][Fm] Camgirl Mom get in too deep and money-hungry(long)
I’ve been a devoted viewer to Crystal web-cam show for a few months or, others know her by the screenname TrailerQueen86. I found Crystal just a few days after she started. She was eager to get and keep viewers. She would do things on the free cam that others wouldn’t, things like play the insertion game. TrailerQueen86 would pick a random viewer and they got the opportunity to select any item in her trailer for her to insert into her vagina. I have to hand it to some of these sick guys. They would pick out some random stuff. I once saw her the majority of a PlayStation 4 controller in her. She even tried to play a game while masturbating with it.
This is where some of these guys found out she has a 15-year-old son. Crystal tried to steer the conversations away from her personal life but; as the masses found more exciting cam-girls to watch, she was left with a hand full of dedicated viewers. I’d say about 6 of us watched her regularly. We had become familiar with each other and the taste of what each other enjoyed. We all contributed a monthly donation to keep Crystal behind the camera. She was constantly worried about money, we all felt bad for her. She didn’t an easy life. Crystal worked at a local restaurant as a waitress and was raising her 15-year-old son alone after his father left a few years ago.
The Pharaoh’s Touch [MF, Supernatural]
Dr. Sara Von Vandal is an archaeologist specializing in ancient history: primarily Egypt. She had already been on 3 different digs, and published more papers than she could remember. One of her primary papers was the ability to compare the face of the Hor-Em-Akht, or “the sphynx,” to the faces of the people in Eritrea and Somalia. The matches were identical, as well as the pictures on the hieroglyphs, but the tidal wave of popular ignorance due to video games and movies was too much for even the most stalwart scientist to hold back.
Her fiance, Dr. Jamar Bin Ibrahim, a theologist and scripture scholar, still refused to give up in the face of the tidal wave of fanatic ignorance and racism facing his studies in ancient Bible history. But even though he is a year younger than her, his hair and beard have turned white from the stress. Sara has long given up trying to sway the public to leave behind popular false ideas, or movie imagery. She knows some do know better, obviously, but they WANT what they know isn’t true, and will scream it anyway. Sara complains using one of her favorite analogies: if they found a ancient city of animals, and the pictures the animals made of themselves show ducks, and the statues are of ducks, and the mummies show mummified ducks, and the caskets look like ducks, then there’s no rational sane way that all this imagery of a duck = horse. It’s either insanity, blatant and shameless denialism, or trolling. And it’s not trolling. So, it’s the equivalent of a child screaming that the house they are looking at and know is a house, must MUST be a rocket ship.
Love is a Battlefield – Ch.2 [MM, Fantasy creatures]
The elf prince shifted in his throne of living wood and vines. He was discontent. And has been every day since he met the troll in the forest of combat.
He originally intended to rush into that dance of death with confidence, beauty and precision. And exit with the troll’s heart in his hand. Except, the troll left with the prince’s heart.
Utter and completely.
And his virginity, too. He leapt into battle a sword veteran, and exited a heart-lost non-virgin.
That damn troll was on his mind every day, all day. The elf prince was vain, and thought highly of himself. But his heart longed for the champion’s touch again. Just to look into his eyes, and feel his powerful arms wrapped around his body again. To press his hands against that hard, powerful chest and feel safely wrapped up and pulled into those tree-trunk arms.
Every night since, he’s been sexually insatiable, thinking of their love in the grass while stroking his throttling member until spent and wet. Until his white sap gooed all over the leaves of his bed. The prince’s golden eyes glowered down to look in his own lap, and ignore the social gathering of elf and fairy kind going on in the palace.
My Girlfriend’s Husband Pt. 2 [MMF] [Threesome] [Pegging] [Spanking] [Guy-on-guy]
*This is the continuation of a story I wrote 8 months ago; [read it here](/r/sexystories/comments/5rthmc/my_girlfriends_husband_mm_anal_slight_subdom/).*
*I’ve been sitting on this for a while. Comments and criticism welcome!*
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I drifted through the rest of the day trying to wrap my head around what had happened with Mark, and how it might change the relationship I had with Shani. Even after a shower to clean off the cum, I still felt Mark’s presence as the familiar soreness between my cheeks that came with a good fucking. More than once, I found myself clenching my hole and feeling the tingling ache spread through me. It had been quick, perfunctory and to a certain degree without much passion, but Mark had left me wanting more– much more! Now I found myself in the embarrassing situation of having to face my girlfriend after letting her husband fuck me, and hoping that she wouldn’t hate me for breaking down the barrier she had set between the two men in her life. As much as it was Mark’s fault for inciting the sudden bout of assfucking, I doubted that Shani would take my side over his. Thus, I got only a scant few minutes of work done in the time until Shani got home; the rest was spent waiting and worrying.