Allowances Pt 2 [[FDom, msub, BDSM, toys/whipping]

As Richard obediently crawled to the full-length mirror that sat opposite the chair, Ziru pranced to the dresser that spanned the adjacent wall. She took her time opening drawer after drawer knowing Richard watched her reflection with trepidation. Having had her pleasure already and being in no particular rush to do the same for her kneeling cock-boy, she drew out her teasing, selecting one toy only to set it aside for another. Eventually, Ziru did begin to make legitimate selections but she positioned herself in such a way that Richard couldn’t see the items as she whisked them into a waiting pouch. As she turned and approached, the only device that he could be certain she brought was a short riding crop. Beyond that, her plans were a mystery.

 

Once again, Ziru crouched in front of Richard, this time removing the fabric from his mouth. She gently guided his head down to her breasts, directing him to kiss one then the other. When he had, she withdrew the first item from her bag- a horse bit-gag.

 

“Even though your tongue-fuck was adequate, I don’t quite think you’ve earned back free use of your mouth. Do you?”

[fM] Wild Roses pt. 11: Night Life [prost] [fsub] [Mdom]

A silver mark bought the sisters a small room at the back of the inn for the night, with little in the way of furniture, apart from a broad but hard bed and a small table with two chairs, one missing a leg and the other missing its back. As Willard had suggested, the silver had also covered board for the three of them, and for lunch the inn-keep had produced a small platter of bread, bacon and field fruits, alongside a pitcher of beer and a small jar of berry preserves. As they sat eating, the three sisters took to planning their way forwards.

“I think we need some more money.” Spring suggested. “Nine marks will last us no more than a week, and that hardly makes an adventure.”

Autumn nodded solemnly. “Agreed.”

“How are we to earn money, though?” Summer asked, worrying at her heel of bread. “None of us have a trade, at least not one in good repute.”

“Couldn’t you wow some people with your magics?” Autumn suggested.

Summer shook her head. “People are afraid of magic. It’d sooner get us run out of town than a full purse.”

A visitor comes to Earth [sci-fi, fm, short, oral]

My briefing had told me that Earthers were surprisingly attractive, and hard to resist. I was confident that with my discipline and training, I could be the first to complete my mission without being distracted by any urges.

As my pod landed in a secluded wood, I stepped out and checked the mirror on its side. It looked like it had skinned me in a fairly typical human look. Yellow hair, pale skin, prominent breasts (we were told these would be helpful from time to time), and legs longer than my torso. The skin also had a mouth that would have been the envy of anyone back home (our species mates orally).

I set the pod in stealth mode, and started walking around to find my bearings. This planet had an awfully convenient magnetosphere, but I had to calibrate my pathfinder to it. As I stumbled around the woods, I came across a human male, alone.

It was in that moment that I knew I wouldn’t be the first successful agent. The minute I picked up his scent, I felt weakness and desire. I walked straight toward him, determined to have him mate with me.

Allowances Pt 1 [FDom, msub, BDSM, oral]

Despite all the rumours and intrigue that swirled about his adoptive father, Richard Adrimar emerged on the political scene untarnished. By the time he was appointed Royal Magus at the age of 24, he had earned an exemplary reputation and the worst that could be said about him- that he was a staid man- was still a compliment in the right company.

 

Outwardly, Archmage Adrimar bore the burden of his reputation with humble pride and a shy smile, keeping hidden the internal struggle he faced when it came to matters of the heart. For all his careful manners and steady judgment, Richard had deposited his heart into the hands of a-

 

 

“*Harlot.*”

 

Ziru looked to Richard, her green eyes snapping up and down as she studied him, fuming as he was in the bathroom’s doorway.

 

“You’re home early.” She lifted a hand from the enamelled tub and gestured at the naked man crouched beside it, his arms still hidden beneath the suds. “Richard, this is… Ferance?”

 

“Ferdinand.” The man had gone stiff with anxiety but hazard a glance over his shoulder paired with an ashen grimace. “She didn’t tell me-“

Through the Fog, Part 3: Payton makes Progress, [t], [fantasy], [anal], [creampie], [group], [forced], [reluc], [rape]

Disclaimer: This is a purely fictional story. I’m honestly not sure how many parts this will be since I have no idea where it is going. Feedback and input is more than welcome since this is out of my normal realm of writing. What works, what doesn’t, etc.

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“This is as far as I can take you.” Flit spoke as he looked around. They were on the edge of the woods, a vast grassland spread out before them as far as the eye could see. He cleared his throat and looked down at Payton.

I look over and up at him. “Thank you very much. I would have gotten lost long ago if I had tried to make it through the woods on my own.”

Flit cleared his throat again and looked down towards his crotch briefly.

My eyes followed his. I could see his naked cock starting to grow, already halfway down his thigh and steadily growing. “But you said only one more time. I let you last night before bed.” I had been forced to walk slowly throughout the day I was so sore from the pounding he had given me.

The best friends boyfriend (part 1) [MF)

Sam was her best friend and all, but Christ did she go on and on about her boyfriend, she was always moaning about him, and when Sam gets started there’s no stopping her. Personally Fliss thought Sam was delusional, her fella was gorgeous… not traditional Abercrombie gorgeous, but big and strong, with these eyes, man it was like he could see into her soul. And the best bit was he didn’t even know how gorgeous he was.

She necked her wine… Sam was still talking…

‘im going bed Sam, I’m knackered’ She saw the disappointment in her friends eyes, it was still relatively early after all. But she slunk upstairs anyway. She pulled on the tank top that she’d taken to sleeping in, and got into bed. The bed was one of the main reasons Fliss agreed to stay over rather than get a cab home. She knew that sometimes when he came off nights he’d sleep in this bed so as not to wake up Sam, and the sheets would smell of him… Tonight was one of those nights…

God Fliss, he’s your best friends boyfriend, get him out your head.

[m][mast][exh] That time I came in front of several dozen other soldiers…

Probably the hardest I’ve ever cum. True story too. But it’s probably not as dramatic as that title would lead you to believe. Sorry. ;)

So when I was in the Army, we went on these month long exercises into the desert. I did this maybe six or seven times. The first few times, I scoffed at all the guys who went into the porta-potties to rub one out. I was like, “You can’t wait a month? Seriously?”

There were female soldiers too and a few got some action during the exercise. One got pregnant. Again, I scoffed at them. I thought that was so weak! I had a strong will and I could hold out! And I did. At the end of the month when the exercise ended, I’d go home… put on some pornhub, and like five minutes later after just sliding my hand over my cock I’d be cumming… and I cum A LOT. The next time I’d be able to last a little longer.

Anyways, I held out maybe three times… but on the fourth exercise, I just couldn’t hold it anymore. I decided ‘fuck it, I’ll be one of those dudes who rubs one out during the exercise.’

All the power, part 6 [str8] [MFFFFFFFF] [oral] [anal] [light sm] [Mdom] [fantasy]

*The day of the Changing of the Term turns into the evening…*

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That evening, Tetenia was one of fourteen concubines chosen to serve His Supremacy at the montly banquet held after the Changing of the Term. The banquet’s guests were the sixty incoming term servants, the sixty outgoing term servant, eighty assorted dignitaries and the ten Queen Priestesses. The fourteen concubines, of course, served His Supremacy and His Supremacy alone. The other guests were served by twelve palace common servants. It was an honor to be chosen to serve Him at the banquet.

His Supremacy was seated at the head of a table with the Queen Priestesses, while the fourteen concubines serving Him – including Tetenia – were lined up on either side of where He sat, each fully nude. He would periodically call one or another of them over to serve Him food or refill His drink, or even just to run His hands through their bodies, if it pleased Him. At one point, He had the concubine Embre kneel down under the table and fellate Him, along with the Queen Priestess Sha.

MF – A Hate-Fuck Fantasy [MF] [Anal] [Fsub] [Mdom] [Huml] [Rough] [Dirty Talk]

She’s in my class and I absolutely can’t stand her, an hour and a half each day of the week in the same room is unbearable. Her commentary is generally piss-poor, her grammar and pronunciation are an atrocity against the language (our class isn’t in English), and every time she opens her mouth I cringe and brace for a stream of contrived drivel that in the end she usually has to repeat in English (making it more intelligible but no more intelligent) because of her poor grasp of the language and lack of the needed prerequisites and determination for our class.

But, the thing is, I have this fantasy. She doesn’t have a good body either, but my current partner is rail-thin and there’s something about this lush, phat ass that I can see straining against her jeans, the way she wears her platform heeled boots, that stirs me.

Dressing Room [inc] (via r/NaughtyFamilyDiary)

It’s back-to-school time. Back-to-college time for me, but mom still insists on outfitting me before I return the two hours to state school. This year we decided on one big trip to a major department store; mom chooses, I try on, and we jointly decide on some clothes (since she’s paying).

I was little trouble in the beginning. I hate shopping, but mom found a selection quickly enough and I soon installed myself in the dressing room. Mom brought the clothes, I changed and modeled, and we set some aside for possible purchase.

The snag came when deciding on pants. Mom is convinced that skinny jeans are the only way to go. Hip girls love ’em, she says. And I’ve caught her checking out more than one guy in those tight-assed pants. But they just felt wrong to me.

“Oh come on honey. I’m sure they’re not that bad,” mom said through the slated wooden door of the dressing room. “I still know your size, after all.”

“It’s not that,” I replied, still trying to stuff myself into the jeans she picked out. “I just need more…room. Let’s find some others,” I said, beginning to peel off the pants.