Deep, M/F (exhibitionism, alpha male, billionaire)

Story up to this point:

Gina is a non-profit executive at the peak of a wildly successful career. She receives an invitation to interview for the job of her dreams: director of a not for profit aquarium funded by Chicago’s wealthiest, most mysterious investor: Jonah Kinsey. We join her as she finds herself alone in Jonah’s office, which is a room in a bubble of glass *at the bottom* of his aquarium’s enormous main tank. Enjoy!

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She drifted to the far wall. A few feet from the glass, she caught a rare glimpse of her reflection in it. She took the opportunity to double check her makeup for smudging. A pencil skirt that hugged her near-hourglass frame perfectly. The three-inch heels that Mr. Stalwart Security Guard despised. Her legs were long and muscular from years of morning pilates and jogging. She had the slightest bump at her belly, a curve so stubborn she’d almost come to love it. It filled her curving frame out. A chest that sometimes drew sidelong glances at the gym, but nothing she ever wrote home about. Just enough shape to, from a distance, catch your eye.

A Walk in the Park, Part 1 [MF][Voy][exh]

Jeanna walked into the room, we’d been having sex for weeks now and I was not getting tired of it any time soon. Medium height, blonde, great ass, and tits that filled your hands and threatened to spill out of many of the shirts she wore around me.

 

“Are you ready to try something new? A little more exotic?” I asked her.

 

“Sure am, I have the day off from work- so I’m all yours.” She said huskily. Already in the mood.

 

Unbeknownst to her I had been recording our last several sessions and converted them into audio files, I had them loaded onto my phone and they were ready to go.

 

She walked over to me and sat in my lap, hands roaming around my crotch. I felt up her shirt and grasped a solid handful of breast- nipple pinched between my index and middle finger.

 

“Why don’t you get out of these clothes for me?” I suggested, she immediately got up- mischief in her eyes as she toyed with the edge of her shirt.

 

The Adventures of Rina – Chapter 2 [Star Wars] [oral] [MF] [voy] [interspecies] [anal] [mf]

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### 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.

Mind Games Part 2 [str8][F][M][Voy]

We sat outside sipping coffee, the old man didn’t seem phased by the crisp air. “You’re a nice girl,” he said, “you don’t abuse your abilities. You wouldn’t believe the number who need to be taught to be ethical. That’s why I’m willing to teach you.”

“I’m sorry, I have a hard time reading you.” He leaned back and tapped his temple beneath the brim of his hat.

“Can’t read me. You use it too much. We’ll work on that, you’ve got to learn to turn it off, a skill I’ve never had to teach another before.”

I sighed. In a sea of voices he was an irritating blob of nothingness. Just undulating silence in a gilded cage. It was alien to me, to talk to someone and not feel their emotions. I shifted in my seat, and the hot guy from before exited the shop, talking to the Battista. I couldn’t help but watch them go and soak in their lust.

“Ah, you do have a vice.” He grinned at me from behind his mug. “Well, this can be a meaningful exercise. Read them. After they leave, wait 5 minutes and follow. If you win, you watch.

Freya’s new slaves – Warhammer 40k [TFf] [anal] [bdsm] [nc] [fantasy]

ATTENTION reader, this story contains: futa, BDSM, torture, violence, rape, lactation.

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The light inside the warehouse was dim, but Freya could see several Slaves in their cages who were visibly relieved that their time to be sold had not yet arrived. Two women however were terrified as they looked back at their new owner. She turned away from the slave cages to pay for her purchase.
The purse had barely landed in the slave-traders hand and he was already counting the coins. Freya could only roll her eyes at that. As if she, Captain of Lady Sokaras personal guard, would have a need to deceive a lowly merchant like him. In fact he should have been happy she always came back to him, despite his tendency to overprice the goods. On the other hand she had to admit: She was always satisfied with what he sold to her.

The Perfect Pet [MF] [MDom]

*Consider this a desire looking to be fulfilled more than just a mere story…*

You didn’t think anyone would ever know. You buried this side so deep inside that no one knew the inner you. It was physically embarrassing to know what others would think if they knew how badly you wanted it – how often you thought of it. At times it just felt downright scandalous – after all, you were a fairly independent woman who was often assertive and powerful in many ways. You have proudly stood up for your friends when you they were unfairly discriminated against, but yet you can’t shake it. It’s in you.

Your first suspicion that I knew was when you came to my office about a project we were collaborating on. When I started listing off the steps of several different ideas you quickly pulled out a pen and started to write. It was instinctive and subtle but it was the first moment that betrayed the inner you. After I had finished I smiled and asked, “Did you make sure you got all of that down?” You smile in return with burning warmth radiating from your face. You don’t fall though, you were able to recover from your sudden, yet small, lapse of hiding the secret with some witty remark. But deep down as you left my office that day, you knew I knew.

[FM] The Visitor [sci-fi]

Quietly, Lisa crept along the rickety causeway above the abandoned production hall. The economic crash had done little for the town as a whole, but for urban explorers it was an absolute marvel, opening up almost all of the industrial park for intrepid and curious wanderers like herself. Twenty years back, this hall would have been bustling with activity around the clock, but today, after two decades of downsizing and flight of the inhabitants to the larger cities the cavernous vault lay abandoned, eagerly awaiting the attention of meanderers.

The last of the industries to shut down, a couple of months ago now, was on a choke point of sorts, and had been the final obstacle to really opening up the older parts of the industrial park to exploration, many of them buildings where nobody had set foot in fifteen years, if not more.

[MFF] [Midget] A Lucid Night.

She stood, looking upwards, eyes blinking. Two towering figures stood in front of her. Their lean shapes silhouetted against the orange candle light glowing around them.

How did she get here? Who were these looming figures? She knew that she was only 4’6″ but damn, how tall could they be?

The feminine silhouette slowly and gracefully fell back into a bed she hadn’t noticed was there. Shadows cast by breasts and hair fell across the smooth, barely lit figure laying on the bed in front of her. She felt drawn to the mysterious being.

She climbed onto the bed crawling on all fours as a pair of legs spread open in front of her. She could could see the smooth contours of a woman’s body accentuated by flickering shadows. She could see the woman’s chest rise and fall slowly but heavily. A delicate hand reached out slowly and grabbed her head firmly pulling her down in between the woman’s legs.

As her lips met warm flesh a euphoric quiver shot through her and the woman moaned. She began exploring with her tongue, squeezing within her lips, tasting. She could feel the shadowy figures heartbeat increasing by the pulsations on her tongue. She caressed and rubbed with her small hands, hands that caused the woman to tense and shiver.

Summer Heat [MMF]

“Oh my god, it is so HOT,” Ashley groaned, leaning back in her chair, frantically fanning herself with a binder. Sweat rolled down her bronzed skin, soaking the white tank top she was wearing. Her dark brown hair, long enough to reach the middle of her back, was rolled into a tight bun to combat it frizzing and wiltering in the intense heat.

Ashley was a nineteen year-old college student, major currently undeclared. Against her parent’s wishes, she had decided to live off-campus this semester, sharing a house with two roommates. What her parents didn’t know, and what would have almost certainly made them forbid her from her current living situation, was that her roommates were both boys. Ashley preferred it that way, though. She had always been a tomboy growing up, and living with a group of girls made her uncomfortable – for some reason she never felt like she really fit in with other girls, always feeling more at place talking to boys. And besides, Mike and Jared were both boys that she had been close friends with growing up, it’s not like they were complete strangers.

[MF/MFM] Barfly [oral] [prost]

Even for a Friday, The Pink Cavern had gathered an impressive crowd. With finals week just passed and carefree students setting their sights on summer, Sorority Row was out in full strength, fifty-some coeds crammed into the throbbing bar along with the fifty-some regulars that knew the rhythms of town well enough to know this day for a good one. The sweet smell of eager young women lay heavily on the air, as the girls filtered through the crowd, playing up their affections for one another for drinks.

“Straight girl brigade is out in force today.” CC remarked to Anita with a sip from her vodka tonic, and Anita gave her a little nod.

“Look who’s talking, though.” she sallied with a grin.

“There is a difference between being straight and being concerned about maintaining my blowjob skills.” CC offered, and Anita gave a shrug.

“Straight girls can be fun, especially on a night like this.” Anita said, pointing at a couple of coeds on the dance floor, one eating another one out. “They tend to really _go_ for it, figure their shit out.”