[MF] [Con] [rough] [celeb] – New hire gets Disney-fied. Part One

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It was a hot summer day and Kay was on lunch break at work. She was chatting and laughing away with her friends when her manager came over with a new recruit. “Hey Kay sorry to bother you on your lunch break but I’d like you to meet your new co-worker. His name is Aaron. I know you will do a great job of helping him settle in.” said the manager as they were introduced. “Hey nice to meet you. I look forward to getting to work with you. You’ll love it here. It’s a great place to work. And I’m not just saying that cause my boss is here.” Kay said with a giggle as they shook hands. She took note of how tall he was. He must have been about 6’4” and was fairly muscular. He had short brown hair and mysterious hazel eyes. Her other female co-workers took note also. “Thank you. Same to you. I look forward to hearing that beautiful laugh lots more. See you after lunch.” Aaron replied which made Kay smile and blush. “Thank you!” Kay replied. As he and the manager began to walk away he then turned back as he realized who Kay was. “Hey you used to be an actress on Disney channel right? Read it and Weep? Life is Ruff? Oh and CSI also right?” He inquired. “Yep that’s me. I was just looking for a change of career. I love working with animals.” Kay replied with her trademark perkiness. “Well I loved your acting work. You were great. See you in the park.” Aaron replied before he resumed walking away with the manager. Kay didn’t usually fall for guys so quickly but she felt smitten as she eyed his nice tush before he turned the corner and out of sight. She knew this would be a great rest of the day.

Anna’s Gift [Les] [Fsub] [Fdom] [mast] [Ff] [mind control]

It all started when Anna had insisted on taking Ellie out for drinks after work one Friday night. It’s not like Ellie knew Anna all that well, but their schedules meant that they often ended up eating lunch together, and a lunchtime talk had gotten to be a bit of a routine for them. And then one day Ellie found herself telling Anna about the breakup of her marriage, moving into a small apartment in the city, and how she was feeling a bit down about it all. Anna just listened to it all, offering sympathetic noises at the right moments and occasionally patting Ellie’s hand comfortingly. Ellie got a bit teary at one point, which made them both a bit late getting back from their break. Late that afternoon, the younger woman came up to Ellie’s desk, leaned over her computer monitor, and informed her that “You and I are going out for drinks after work tonight. You need it. I’ll meet you at the door at 5.” Then she walked off without waiting for a reply.

The Cheerleader [huml] (Part 4)

I think about who I should pick next. Kristen has picked truth the last two times she was picked, so I know she will have to choose dare. I need to try and make sure I don’t have to remove any more clothes, so I dared her to remove her panties. She didn’t seem surprised by my dare, so she must have been expecting it. She lay back, thrust her hips upward a little, and quickly removed her purple panties we had seen when she did her handstand. She playfully pulled the waistband back like a slingshot and shot them at Amber.

Kristen picked Ginny next and dared her to remove her dress. I assume this was a move to prevent her from being asked that later. Ginny picked me, and since I had done two dares in a row, she asked me, “Do you shave your pussy?”. I know why she probably asked this. I glance down at my panties, and as usual they are stretched tight showcasing my pubic mound and a slight indentation in the middle where my labia is clearly outlined. I grin inwardly before answering, “Nope!” The truth is I get waxed once a month, but that isn’t what she asked.

I Knew You’d Like It [Str8] [MF] [Mdom]

My boyfriend, Jason, begged me for the hundredth time to send him a flirty text this week. I’d always been weary of sexting. What if someone saw? I’d spent the morning texting with him. Jason had been gone for a week and wasn’t expected back for at least another. I was feeling kind of naughty, so I sent him a text.

*“I’m wearing that baby doll nightie you like.”*

There, that should make him happy! I can’t believe I did it. I collapse onto the bed giggling, clutching my phone waiting for him to text back. I wait a few minutes. Nothing. Where is he? He shouldn’t be asleep, it’s still early in England. I wait two more minutes before I decide to send him another message. I pull down the top of the nightie to show a bit of cleavage and take a selfie. Maybe this will get his attention. I hit send. Five minutes go by, nothing. I sit up in bed cross-legged. What has gotten into that man? First he bugs me to sext with him, now he’s not responding. I try one last time. I fluff the pillows against the headboard and lay back. I can’t believe I’m doing this! I slide off my thong to bare my freshly shaved kitty. I pull up the nightie slightly, spread my legs and snap a picture. Send. I wonder what his problem is? I put the phone down on the night table and decide to tidy the room. Ping. Finally! A text message from Jason.

20 – A Mrs. B. Story [Mf]

The weekend had been awful. Pretending. Pretending to be happy. Pretending to be normal. Pretending, that all that she could think about wasn’t Monday. Wasn’t her punishment. Pretending she could think of something other than number 20 he had written on her white board. Pretending that she wasn’t wet and horny all weekend dreaming of how he might do it.

20. He hadn’t said it specifically. They almost never discussed things specifically.

20. The number of assignments she would have to finish for him before she could work on her own assignment. Orgasms. He meant orgasms. Worse. He had whispered that it was her job to get his assignments done. That she wasn’t just to wait for his orders. No. She had to go out of her way, she had to take initiative. He would not give her any help.

But now she was in the office. Monday morning. Wearing the new blue dress. Wearing no underwear. Wearing the butt plug with the blue crystal she had secretly bought the day before. Driving two towns over and feeling herself burning red in shame the whole time.

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Sketch/Outline of a Superhero Story: CAPTAIN FATCOCK [MF] [fantasy] [FF] [T] [sci-fi] [cuck]

I’m interested in having someone help workshop a story arc for this with me in more detail. I have a general idea for the first couple chapters but yeah, feedback would be great. Here’s the outline:

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In the year 2040, female orgasms have all but disappeared off the face of the planet. Globo-Man and his transnational corporation Globo-Corp-Solutions has poisoned most of the water supply with something called PP-22. A chemical that has given every man micro-penis. Men and women are also confined to an incredibly busy workweek (Globo-Man’s goal is to increase the 40 hour workweek to 120 hours). In addition, sexuality in culture whether through media entertainment or fashion is strongly discouraged and borderline illegal.

While in general the men’s sex drive have just decreased and withered away, women, desperately in need of a good fuck, are beginning to lose their minds, resulting in sexual crime sprees and irrational terrorist-like destruction of random property (a large portion of which is perpetrated by the mysterious, anarchist collective Pussy Xplosion)

Madame Marie’s Predatory Academy for Gently Born Young Ladies- Lady Helena and Lady Vivian [ff][Fingering][virgin][upskirt][squirt]

Helena drew her knees together and tried the breathing technique she had learned from the discrete research she had done in her fathers library. Helena missed the familiar comfort of her family’s country home, and accepted seat of power, in the little county of Dilanshire. She had been content to while her days away in the luscious gardens and luxurious forests, or reading the ancient tomes in the library. Home was so different than the strict stone edifices and pretty but useless landscape of Madame Marie’s Academy for Gently Born Young Ladies.
“In and out. In and out.” Helena thought hopeful that the tingle in her loins would subside.
Her enthusiasm waned after minutes of trying did nothing to quell the ache in her core. She groaned frustration mounting along with her unwanted arousal.
“IN and OUT. IN and OUT!” She mentally screamed wanting to close her eyes against the living temptations around her.

She knew closing her eyes to block out the veritable bevy of nubile curves and ravishing flesh that literally surrounded her would bring too much attention, so she suffered in silence, heat rising into her cheeks and between her legs.

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 7 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART SEVEN**

Julie’s gentle tugging intensified as my attention shifted to the video playing on the computer screen. I was shocked and aghast at what I was witnessing. It was a train wreck, but I couldn’t look away.

Stephanie looked to be about eighteen in the recording, but she was sucking her dad’s cock like a seasoned veteran. Back and forth she rocked with her hands clasped to his hips. She wasn’t only sucking his cock, she was attacking it.

Regardless of the participants, I found the video to be wickedly erotic. My dick throbbed and my ass clenched tightly. Julie’s skillful mastery of the male appendage was nothing short of prodigious.

I leaned back against my sister and groaned.

She kissed my ear and whispered, “If you’re going to come, I want it in my mouth. I *need* it.”

Fumbling to remove my underwear, I was unable to maneuver my hips well enough to fully remove them, so I laid back and begged my mistress to take me before it was too late.
“Please, Jules,” I ached. “Yank my cock as hard as you can. I’m going to come. I want to come in your mouth so fucking badly.”

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 6 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART SIX**

Julie eased backward and my middle finger slipped out of her ass. I resisted the temptation to sniff or even taste it, but only because she commanded my attention.

“Of all things I’d like to blow,” she stated provocatively, “your mind is first and foremost.”

Lacking the ability to respond appropriately, I smiled, but said nothing. As my hand crept up her inner thigh, I studied each and every contour of her leg. She was hairless and smooth. There were no distinguishable marks or tattoos on her body. So many people our age, both men and women, seemed to have at least one artificial marking, but my sister and I bucked any such trend.

“That finger there at the end…. Nice move, Steven,” Julie smirked.

My focus remained on her body, but I still heard each word and every intonation. I was aroused, but my temperament was calm and steady.

As my hand drifted north of her neatly trimmed bush, I was caught both literally and figuratively by surprise.

Julie grasped my hand and drew it toward her opening mouth. Taking my index and middle fingers into her mouth, she suckled them gently.

Branching Out [MFM] [MMF] [Cuck] [Oral] [BD] [Fdom] [Msub]

She lays nearly naked on the bed. Her dark hair flowing across one shoulder. A black kimono wrapped around her. She watches him closely. He sits in the antique, wooden chair that usually resides at the dressing table in the corner of the bedroom. He’s mostly naked, but not quite. He’s wearing his chastity cage, because they feel all sub guys should be. He’s also wearing a rather large butt plug, because his partner likes him like that. Plus he’s wearing a ball gag, because, regardless of the situation, he always talks too much. He’s still not quite sure how he ended up like this. He just followed his partner’s lead, as always, and one thing just lead to another. The last thing he wore were the leather cuffs that were holding his wrists securely to the wooden arms of the chair. He was beginning to wonder where she was going with all this, when they both heard a knock at the door.