Artist and New Model -Dinner and Drawing- part 4 (mFff) [voy] [exh] [tease] [oral, lesbian] [fantasy] [horror]

Nicholas stumbled up the back patio and saw Violet still reading, her slender legs hanging over the arm of her chair. He saw her small cute feet, one resting over the other, wiggling her toes slightly. He removed his shoes and placed them on the step.

“Hey Violet, how’s the book?” He asked her, startling her as he spoke. She sat up pulling her body to her knees and looked at him with her book in hand.

“Boring. In need of some excitement. It just drags on, none of the juicy parts! All characters and no fun,” she replied. He looked at her strangely, and she placed the book on her legs for him to see the cover and title: *A Delightful Ride* by Wanda Globbins. The cover showed a bosomy woman collapsing in the arms of some shirtless muscled hunk. After seeing the cover he peered down to her feet and smooth legs.

“Hah! Looks like fun,” he said dryly. She pulled the book back to her eyes and continued reading as he looked down her thighs almost able to see up her skirt. He shot a glance at her face to see her flick her eyebrows at him. Turning to the house he opened the door and entered the lounge.

Artist and New Model – Daily Routine / Wandering the Hills- part 3 (mFff) [exh] [voy] [tease] [mast] [fantasy] [horror]

“Good morning!”

He turned to see Helena coming out the kitchen door, her hair hanging down, wild and wavy. He saw she wore a thin black baby-doll nightgown with feather trim. He could see the outline of her figure under the thin fabric. She gave him a hug and kissed his cheek, holding him close. He put his hand around her thin waist.

“So have a good rest?” She asked and pulled him to the kitchen. She fed him granola and yogurt in a bowl. It tasted amazing in his mouth. She drank a cup of strong smelling coffee. After he finished eating, she led him through a long hallway with many paintings and drawings hanging on the walls between many doors. He wanted to stop and examine one, but Helena’s body in her nightgown proved too distracting. He could not help himself watching her hips sway, her big ass bouncing and pulling the thin fabric. He could roughly see the outline of her peach ass, and it made him stick out his tongue and pant mockingly but not out of spite, merely excitement and wanton lust mixed with confusion.

Artist and New Model – the house- part 2 (mFff) [exh] [voy] [tease] [fantasy] [horror]

After leaving the harbor, Helena poured another drink, gulped it and poured another. Nicholas watched Violet shift her weight from one leg to another standing at the wheel. Helena sat down next to him with a blindfold in hand. She pulled the elastic band around her head and covered her eyes.

“I might pass out… the rocking of the boat on the sea always puts me to sleep, so don’t hesitate to prop me up if I fall over or something,” Helena spoke into his ear. He turned and nodded with a smile. Lily appeared in the bridge after having disappeared below deck. She stood in next to Violet, and the two whispered while stealing glances at Nicholas. He pretended not to notice, instead looking out at the starry sky. After a few words, Lily unzipped her wet-suit and began pulling her body out of it. She wore a tiny yellow bikini underneath her suit. He could not hide his staring as she revealed her curvy body hidden under the thick wet-suit. He stared at her huge tits and watched her turn her back to him as she pulled the wet-suit down her legs, giving him a good view of the string bikini between the round cheeks of her ass. As she pulled her feet from the suit, she looked over her shoulder at him as he continued to stare. She smiled at him, stood and approached him, standing with her stomach only a few inches from his face.

Artist and New Model, Patroness of the Arts- part 1 (mFff) [exh] [voy] [fantasy] [horror]

Standing in the entry, watching people shambling through the gallery, Nicholas looked from person to person, hoping to gain some idea of the reception of his drawings with the visitors and patrons. He held a glass of white wine in his left hand, swirling the liquid in the glass. He saw a few older couples looking closely at a nude woman he had drawn. The old man pointed indiscriminately with a growing scowl, while the woman, who appeared to be his wife, smiled at the drawing, sipping her wine quietly, seeming confused by her husband’s distaste.

Nicholas Amalion liked exciting his audience with his drawings and paintings. He preferred working from a nude model, a rare thing in his circle of art as most abandoned observational art in favor of abstraction and conceptualism. He hated conceptualism, cared little for abstraction, but he loved observation. It showed quite clearly in his work. He enjoyed that some called his erotic art as lewd, while others, mostly women, loved his brave, ‘not-unsexualized’ depictions of the female nude.

[MF] [Cheating] [Anal] I wasn’t going to London (part 3)

**Previously:** I travelled to Sicily to meet a Snapchat hookup for some real life fun. I told my girlfriend I’d gone to London on business, but my phone’s GPS gave away where I was after I forgot to turn it off. My cover story proved ineffective, as a friend of ours had been able to prove my e-mail came from here too. Now, she wants answers…

**TL;WTS?** Not very far away. Just read on… ;)
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As quickly as it had arrived, it was all about to be over. The third and final day of my illicit Sicilian adventure was upon us. This afternoon, I would have to fly home to face the very angry music.

I was woken from my sleep by the feeling of my cock being sucked into a warm, wet opening. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I sat up. To my left, her ass poked invitingly in the air. My eyes scanned slowly rightwards as her arched back disappeared under the covers, and finally to where the sheet moved up and down as her head bobbed beneath it. I wished I could have this kind of alarm every morning, and lay my head back onto the pillows, feeling my cock stiffen in her mouth as I enjoyed my wake up call.

Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 2 [timestop nc mf fondling, m mast]

***Author’s Note:***
I’m super happy with the reception so far! I’m going to keep posting every week or so. There’s 23 chapters in total, so it’ll take around 5 and a half months to post everything. I may have jumped the gun a little, as the “bonus chapters” I’m writing for the smashwords edition are turning into a bonus chapter and a bonus novella. But it’ll be worth it, I promise! As always, I’ll post the link in the comments to the other chapters and metapost discussion. Enjoy! -JC
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“Why Did You Like Me Calling You Daddy?” [Mf, Mdom, romance]

*Note: If you’ve seen my other posts, I don’t really write this quickly. I’m just posting polished up versions of things I’ve written for another sub. I promise I’ll start working on new parts to earlier posts soon.*

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I admire Cara as she regains her normal identity. She pulls the scunci from her hair and shakes her head. She only wore a ponytail for me and I had been using it all night to direct and correct her. She catches me looking and gives a shy smile back, creating a lovely paradox with her smeared lipstick and mascara that had run down her cheeks.

As she passes me on her way to the bathroom, I reach out and let my fingers run down her thin arm. She turns and looks down a little sad. Addressing the floor, she says, “I know why I keep coming back to you, but I really should stop.”

I wouldn’t let her see it, but I frown once she shuts the door. I’m selfish and I take advantage of her inability to say no to me, but I also know I give her something her new boyfriend never will: simple purpose and direction. As much as I’ve dominated her, she actually gave voice to that simple purpose soon after we met and had echoed it dutifully whenever I checked-in to make sure she was okay: “I just want you to be happy, Sir.”

Young woman kidnapped by bandits PART 2 [fFM][anal][huml][nc][sm]

Hey everyone! If you didn’t read the previous chapter of this story, I’d consider it. This part is the one that gets into the sex, but the first did have some mastrubation/foreplay, so read it if you want. I won’t be
mad if you don’t ;).

I’m a 19 y/o lesbian author of a few books and a fair amount of erotic stories. I write about my deepest fantasies, but mostly about my personal sex stories. Obviously, this is the former. If you didn’t read the previous, to
summarize, the protagonist (a young girl from a village in 1600s/Skyrim time period) was kidnapped by a group of bandits, who bring her to an isolated, abandoned castle presumably being used as a base of operations.

At the end of the last section, they had just arrived at the outpost of the bandits. The girl, bound by ankles and gagged, was pressed against a tree by a black-haired woman of late 30s, maybe early 40s. The woman had her hand
around the girl’s neck, keeping her to the tree, spreading her ass cheeks with the other, opening her up for analysis. It ends with the girl coming to the realization that she was nothing more than a “plunder”, a “piece of
loot” to the bandits, and that they would show her no sympathy. They would do whatever they pleased.

[MF] [Cheating] I wasn’t going to London (part 2)

*Reposting due to breaking the rules regarding adding links inside the body – will add a link to part 1 in the comments*
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**Previously:** I lied to my girlfriend that I was going to London on business, before flying to Sicily to meet a girl from Snapchat while she was holidaying there. As soon as I got to her hotel room, we ended up in bed together. I woke up the next morning to texts from my girlfriend, as my phone’s GPS had given away my true location…

**Too Long;Where’s The Sex?** If you don’t want to read the follow up to the end of part 1, or about the day that followed it, simply search for “Later that evening” – you’ll get straight to the good part.
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I sat up on my side of the bed, staring at the floor at first, then up at the bedside clock. It was 8am in the morning. The most accusing of texts, the one in which my girlfriend had blown my cover by exposing my own stupidity in leaving GPS enabled on my phone, arrived at 4am. I wondered why she’d been up that late. Had she been worried about me because I was too busy fucking to tell her I’d arrived in “London”? Had it kept her up all night? Or had she simply woken to go to the toilet and decided to check up?

Buster-how to train your owner, Part 2 [str8] [bst]

The rest of that night and all the next day Janet was determined to put this business behind her. She did this by keeping away from Buster, shutting him in a different room most of the time and telling him to keep away when they were together. She need not have bothered Buster sensed this was going to be a period of reflection for Janet while she wrestled with her feelings ‘she’ll convince herself she’s not doing it again but the thought of my big cock in her will eventually break her down’
When Roy returned Janet was in the kitchen, she wore a loose summer dress and greeted Roy by kissing him passionately. He kissed her back pleasantly surprised at her passion, she must have missed him lots. The kiss continued so Roy slipped his hand inside her dress and cupped her bra less breast, he gently tweaked her nipple the way she liked and she responded by pushing her tongue deeper in his mouth. She took his hand from her breast and guided it down till it was under her panties. “Christ your wet, have you been thinking about this all day”. He started to pull her towards the bedroom. “No here, fuck me here”. She pulled up her dress at the back and pulled her panties down to her knees. She bent over the sink and gripped the taps, just like she had when Buster licked her.
Roy dropped his trousers to his ankles and as Buster watched from the doorway he rubbed himself to make his cock harder. Getting inside her was easy, he went straight in up to his balls because she was so wet. Janet pulled open her dress at the front and Roy grabbed her tits one in each hand, he slowly began to shaft her “harder Roy, fuck me harder” she growled at him “come on faster, fuck me”. Roy began to sweat with the effort but then she came, she gripped him so tight with her pussy that normally he wouldn’t have been able to move but Janet’s cunt was so wet that he could do one more thrust before her pussy literally sucked the cum out of him.
Roy just dropped down with exhaustion and sat on the kitchen floor. Janet pulled up her knickers and strode to the bathroom, as she passed Buster she stuck her tongue out at him.
‘Well I guess that was for my benefit’ thought Buster ‘she’s going to try and put it all behind us’.
The rest of the evening was pretty normal, when they went to bed they didn’t make love again as both said how knackered they were.
What happened next came as a big shock, Buster was not expecting this. Three o’clock in the morning Janet came creeping into the kitchen where Buster slept, Roy could be heard snoring in the bedroom “I can’t sleep Buster” she whispered as quietly as she could “I need to be fucked properly, the way you do it” she got down on her hands and knees and wiggled her naked bum “come on Buster, please, I’m sorry I was unfaithful to you with Roy”. Buster was tempted to make her wait but then thought ‘who am I trying to kid’. He jumped up and began to rapidly thrust into her pussy, his pre cum was going everywhere although the last thing Janet needed was lubrication “slow down” she gasped “ do it like last time”. Buster slowed it right down as ordered, it didn’t really occur to Janet that he was following her instructions she just thought this was the way he did it. Janet began to groan and Buster tried to tell her to be quiet, he humped her slowly as she’d asked but Buster knew it was his knot putting pressure on her g spot that she craved. He pushed it in hard and she gasped. Buster lay on her back while he pumped cum into her, his head next to her ear, he tried to whisper sweet nothings but the usual problem stopped him. The next twenty minutes were going to be interesting, if Roy woke up while they were tied there would be some explaining to do. An evil thought briefly crossed his mind, he could bark and then watch the panic but he quickly suppressed the thought ‘you wouldn’t get any more of this mate’ he told himself.