sexystories Archives — Page 839 of 1074 — NSFW story

The Adventures of Rina – A Star Wars Porn – Chapter 3: In which things go very badly for Rina [rape] [MF] [aliens] [humiliation] [mild torture] [bdsm]

### General Disclaimer ###

I don’t own Star Wars. George did and then he sold it to Mickey. I wasn’t involved in any of that. I have no rights at all to any Star Wars intellectual property. This story is either legal under parody laws or it violates Mickey’s IP and if that’s the case I have a message for Mickey: I don’t have money so suing me won’t do any good.

The following story is filled with graphic descriptions of sex. It is pornography. If you don’t want to read that or it is illegal for you to read porn in your jurisdiction then I’d suggest you stop reading now.

Virtually every single character in this story is a highly attractive bisexual with a high libido and no inhibitions to speak of and a willingness to hop into bed with just about anyone because it’s porn that’s the way porn is. Read more »

Breakfast [MF] [bdsm] [Mdom] [begging] [orgasm control/denial]

I open my eyes to a metallic clang coming from the kitchen, and I immediately sense your absence. My left arm still bears the signs of your cuddling with me through the night, and I smile as I recall the event of the prior evening. I let out a low sigh as I stretch before exiting the bedroom, curious to discover what new culinary adventure we’ll be exploring today. After a brief stop in the bathroom, I round the corner and catch my first glimpse of your lithe form. You’re silhouetted in the morning sun cascading through the kitchen windows. I can’t help but pause and take in your beautiful and your absurd attire. Your back is to me and you’re standing on your toes, with one hand leaning against the counter, and reaching into the upper cabinet. The apron is flowing lightly around you, tied in the back, and the only other stitch of clothing is a pair of pale pink panties.

Smiling, I walk up behind you silently and, placing one arm around your waist, press my lips into the soft flesh of your neck just below your right ear.

“Can I help you with something?” Read more »

My New Kitten – [MF] [MDom]

We first met online, after you read an erotic story I wrote that you just couldn’t get out of your head. It was something about the tone it was written it, the subtle, yet forceful, dominance of the man in the story. It was so well written you wanted to know who was behind it… and when you did you weren’t disappointed.

Our relationship developed quickly enough. It didn’t take long for me to know who you really were, and it made your stomach alight with butterflies each time I spoke to you in such a way that reminded us both of your desire to be controlled… your desire to be owned. But not just the tied up and spanked type of owned – like truly and completely owned. I could tell almost from the start that you wanted to give yourself completely to the man who could see it in you and draw that side out of you. Read more »

My First Virgin [FM][Non-Fic]

Note: This is the event that turned me on to having sex with guys who were sexually inexperienced. It’s more of a diary submission than erotica. The plus side is it’s all true. I might retell other encounters later on.

—————

Some kinks come unexpectedly. That’s how mine showed up in my life. I had never thought of myself as someone focused on the idea of virginity or sexual experience; I just had sex with guys I enjoyed being around and found attractive. Rarely did we ever discuss our pasts or experience levels. I found it irrelevant.

Honestly I don’t remember ever being hung up on a guy’s virginity. Every guy I had slept with up until I was 22 had sexual experience. Now, that doesn’t mean they were all good, but they knew what it felt like. They knew what to do.

My first virgin matched with me on Tindr. I was few months out of a year relationship and looking for someone to spend a wild night with. My intentions were hair pulling, ass slapping, mind blowing sex. The actuality was Justin. Read more »

“The Taste of Her Submission” [MF, BD, BDSM, D/S, Oral]

***

**ACT I**

***

The woman glanced upward, seeing the man’s distorted face through the bottom of his glass tumbler. When seen from this strange perspective, his features appeared momentarily monstrous; his charming smile rendered suddenly sardonic, twisted and unsymmetrical.

The man drank the last of the whiskey in his glass, then lowered the tumbler toward the woman curled up in his lap. While swirling the half-melted ice-cubes in contemplative circles, he announced: “You taste good”, speaking in a guttural whisper.

The woman opened her mouth to respond, but found no words to speak. Instead, she lowered her head back down onto the man’s lap, letting her lips naturally wrap back around his swollen cock.

Her pussy was aching from earlier. Although it was *still* sore to the touch — and painful so — the feeling wasn’t entirely unpleasant. How did he even come up with something like that?, she wondered, letting the tip of her tongue glide under his foreskin…

***

**ACT II**

*** Read more »

Data Allowance [MF][unwilling]

I typed in the code “2-4-6-4” and listened for the three beeps that told me the building was secure for the evening. The shutter lowered over the main entrance doors, and finally I was free!
There had been a constant stream of office employees at my desk since 8am…
“My keyboard isn’t working…” (plug it in you idiot)
“I can’t get my printer to work…” (possibly because it’s a scanner not a printer you fruitloop!)
It’s exhausting working with these idiots, you wonder how they even manage to dress themselves in the morning without assistance.
As I walked towards to my car, I noticed the garage across the yard was still open…. Little bit of background on that… I have a major crush on the mechanic who works there and we had a bit of a moment a few nights ago but I haven’t seen him since. Slightly nervous but desperate to see him again, I crossed the yard and peered inside the workshop. He was sitting on an old office chair carefully rubbing down a panel with sandpaper. He was concentrating and did not notice me at first. He still had those blue overalls on, his chubby features and silver hair illuminated by the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. My mind wandered back to our encounter the other night. All we really did was kiss but it was wonderful. I smiled at the memory, and stepped forward into his workshop. Read more »

Fun with my assistant part I [MF] [bdsm] [rape] [anal] [impact play]

Eliza gripped the white leather armrest as the Gulfstream lurches, the wheels screeching as they meet the cold tarmac. Eight trips in as many weeks and she still isn’t accustomed to flying. She leans forward, her auburn locks falling over her face, as she tries to control her breathing. The plane is a modified G650 owned by Jones & Hastings L.L.C., the large law firm where she was employed as personal assistant to Brian Jones. The cabin had been stripped down to only allow seating for eight in order to make room for the large conference table in the rear of the plane.

Mr. Jones looked up from the papers spread on the table, “For Christ’s sake Elli, I thought you took some fucking dramamine before we left Chicago.”

“I did,” she replies. God she hated it when he called her Elli. Of all the iterations of her name, Elli was the one that made her hair stand on end. It was what her bastard of an ex-boyfriend used to call her.

“Well go to the bathroom and get yourself together. This is a huge case and I need you to be on point.” Read more »

[M][F] Your basic clichéd story about bad bets, ungrateful sisters, star port casinos, tentacle porn, and karma [Fantasy].

I’m not a bad guy. But I like gambling and Death-Ball and I’ve made a few bad wagers at the Tentacle-Porn-We-Will-Skull#@*$-You-To-Death-If-You-Don’t-Pay-Your-Debts All-Night Star Port Casino over the years.

Don’t look at me like that! My last big wager was a sure thing. I would have completely paid off my gambling debts. It’s not like I planned to sell my twenty-three-year old sister to one-eyed, tentacle aliens. When you put up your little sister as collateral on a sure-thing, it’s not even like you’re wagering her. The chance of Yivo the Undefeated choking to death on a peanut in the final Death-Ball match wasn’t a blip on the probability charts.

Let’s be honest though, what’s done is done. A man must live up to his obligations or he’s not much of a man. Am I right? I’m right. So, the thing is, they’re coming for my sister and while I’m no longer going to owe my soul to the casinos (thanks sis), I’m as broke as a non-Leonardo DiCaprio Dead Rabbit in civil war era New York City.

By the way, if you didn’t get that last reference, don’t worry. Not everyone can keep up with me when I get rolling. Like I said, though, what’s done is done. Read more »

The Hive [Any Orientation] [BDSM] [Fantasy]

You’re lying in your cage when the sprinklers turn on. You used to jump at the cold, but that was a long time ago.

The water stops. You open the door and crawl, dripping, out of your dog cage. The voice of the hive is in your ear. It demands that you assume the position. It is a good thing you’re already on your hands and knees.

You grovel from one corner to another with your head down and your buttocks waving. The hive commands and you sit. You kneel. You roll over, and you beg. The hive wants you limber. The hive wants you wide-awake.

The hive also wants to remind you of your place, but you already knew that.

After ten minutes of crawling and reviewing your slave positions you kneel in front of the dildo on the wall. As you take it in your mouth, your lips push it backward. There’s a click as a valve opens and you get your first drink of the day.

 

Greetings, Subject 19. Welcome to the Project. Since this is your eleventh session we can skip the usual briefing and trigger entrenchment. Read more »