Category: sexystories

Waiting Pet, Part 2: Obedience [Mf] [fsub]

The wave of relief made her grin like an idiot when she saw His name on her phone’s screen. Her tummy fluttered as she unlocked it to read the message. For half a second Emily considered her friends’ advice to ignore the text or at least to make Him wait for a response. She couldn’t do it.

His message was short, not at all what she wanted, and very direct. Almost a command really. Just two words. *Come over.* It wasn’t what she wanted but at least it meant He wanted to see her again and that was enough.

She typed a response, *Hey!! Right now?*

His message back took a few minutes but she stared at the phone and waited the whole time. The second was even shorter than the previous. A simple *Yes.*

Emily almost sent back that she had class and tried to reschedule but started to doubt herself before the message was even fully typed. Would that be okay or would He not wait? Would she miss her chance? Instead, she simply sent, *Coming over now!! :)* Read more »

A challenge (Part 1) [Str8] [mmfff] [reluc] [blkmail]

I wake up tied in a chair. Where am I? The last thing I remember was going to sleep at home. I take in my surroundings for a moment. I’m tied in a small dining chair. Nearby are four people, tied to similar chairs and also unconscious. One other dude, and three girls. They look about my age, seventeen or eighteen. One of the girls is wearing pyjamas, the rest of them are in normal clothes. Have we been kidnapped?! Oh my God! I look around the room some more. It’s an L-Shaped room, and we’re all tied in the corners of it. On one side of the “L”, to my left, is an empty hallway with a door on the right hand side. At the end of the hallway is a cupboard. To my right, there are a few desks with computers. On the left of that hallway are some windows, with a view of a bedroom. Inside the room are some cameras and lighting equipment. What the hell is this? Where are the exits. One of the other girls wakes up. “Huh?” She seems as confused as I was. Despite her obliviousness, I ask her anyway, “What do you remember?” “Nothing really. I was walking… where am I?” Suddenly, the dude wakes up, followed by the girl who was wearing pyjamas. A massive argument breaks out. “Who the hell are you people?” “Where am I?” the last girl, who had been quiet for the entire time, suddenly pipes up. “QUIET!” How long had she been conscious? Maybe before me… “First things first, let’s get this straight. We’ve been kidnapped.” Great. Another thing off the bucket list. “Now, I’m Emily. What are all your names?” “I’m Maggie,” says the girl in the pyjamas. “Rachel,” says the girl who I had just talked to. “I’m Kyle,” I say. “Jeremy,” says the other dude. “Great,” says Emily. “Now, we gotta get these ropes undone-” her voice is cut off by the loud, screechy feedback from a microphone. “Hello? Is this thing on?” says a voice, coming from a loudspeaker hidden somewhere. “Hi. Now, I bet you’re all confused, frightened, I need you to listen very carefully.” The five of us fall into dead silence. “You’ve been kidnapped. Not a soul knows where you kids are. Your hometowns have issued Amber Alerts, but you’re far from there now.” Really? How could I have been taken so far in my sleep? It makes no sense! “Now, I drugged you all.” Oh. *That* makes sense. “There are two groups of you, in different rooms. Don’t try to yell, the other group won’t be able to hear you. Now, only one group is going to be released alive. The other group will be killed brutally.” “Holy shit,” says Jeremy. “Shut up,” replies Maggie. “Now, which group will be which? It’s easy. Each group has twelve hours to write, film, edit, and submit a porno. Whichever one we like the best will win.” The group makes terrified faces at eachother. “The winning group will be released, the losers will be killed. I will come back on the loudspeaker again in twelve hours. Each of you has a bedroom and a bathroom to use as a set, film equipment, a cupboard of sex toys, and computers with state-of-the-art editing software. These are to be quality films. You may do any style of film you like, there are no limits to genre. Don’t worry, these videos will not be put on the internet. These are only for us. Good luck. I’ll speak to you in twelve hours.” We all look eachother in the eyes. “He’s serious,” I say. “Of course he’s serious,” says Rachel. We start arguing again. I look over to Emily, and see that she’s already out of the chair. “Alright. Lemme untie you guys.” Read more »

18 year old female. How to make fantasy into reality?

Hi, I’m 18. (Female) New to Reddit.
I’ve always been interested in older woman/men. Ever since I could masturbate, the only porn I’ve been interested in watching is being seduced by “daddy/older men” or “milfs” It turns me on so bad…
My sexual fantasy is to be forcefully seduced by an older man or woman. I want to be taken advantage of. I’m dying for it to finally happen. Just don’t know how to make it happen… Don’t know anybody older that I would want to do it with or would actually want to do it with me….

How Steve Ruins Ana’s Life [Str8][Mf][nc][preg][Part 1]

The letter had arrived Wednesday, but Steve did not open it right away. There was no name on the envelope, but the return address was the only clue he needed. 519 Deckler Lane, Lot 34. He knew that address well, especially Lot 34. Why shouldn’t he? That was the ran down trailer that the mother of his children lived in.

Steve was curious as to what she would have written to him about. He knows whatever it was, it was something to savor, but he had too many projects this week keeping him occupied to give the letter the attention that it deserved. His schedule for the weekend was clear anyways, so that would be a better time he decided.

Saturday morning, he took his breakfast, coffee, newspaper, and the letter out to the large wooden deck off of his kitchen. The September morning had a hint of the chill autumn was to bring so he kindled a fire in the firepit before picking up the paper. The letter sat under the edge of the plate ignored. Read more »

A Night Out [MF] (Part3)

The cool air feels nice on my skin. The shot is starting to have its desired affect and I feel a warmth slowly spreading from my stomach to my arms and legs. We talk about books and comics the entire walk back to my place. She lists her favorite movies of the last ten years and asks mine. Turns out we still have a lot in common. She is careful not to delve too deep into her personal life and doesn’t press me for mine. We arrive at my place where I offer her another drink.

“Sure,” she accepts graciously taking a seat in the middle of my couch.

I open two bottles of beer and head to the living room where she is lightly tapping the cushion next to her inviting me to sit.

“I still cannot believe you haven’t see Edge of Tomorrow,” She shakes her head confused as I sit beside her and hand her a beer, “because Tom Cruise is a Scientologist?”

“Not entirely because of that,” I counter taking a drink, “he is also not a great actor.”

“Top Gun?”

“Not terrible for its time, but not my favorite.” Read more »

A Night Out (Part 2) [MF]

I turn to find her mouth once again on mine. She grabs my face with both hands and pulls me close panting, “You feel so good inside me.”

I inhale deeply and mange to groan in agreement.

“I miss you,” she whispers touching her forehead to mine.

“Stop it,” I implore my legs beginning to burn from my continued thrusting.

Slowly she slides her tongue into my mouth. I welcome the warm sensation and feel every hair on the back of my neck stand up. I forget what she has said to upset me and offer my tongue in return. She feels soft and sweet and is completely lost in us. Nothing is hotter than watching a woman thoroughly enjoy the pleasure I am giving her. I think of all those things we have done and about all those depraved things I still plan to do to her.

My breath is labored now and my legs are on fire. I feel my climax building stronger by the second. I won’t last much longer. She brings her hand to my mouth and removes her tongue. I lean forward to taste her mouth once more but she places her fingers over my lips stopping me. Read more »

Waiting Pet, part 1 [Mf] [fsub]

Emily sat near the front door naked except the collar around her slim neck. The red leather stood out against her pale skin and a tiny golden bell hung from the center, jingling softly with each movement. She was so wound up waiting for Him to return that her body shook with unreleased energy. She sat like a dog, legs under her and knees apart, palms on the floor and arms pressing her small breasts together. Little pink nipples already hard. Her hips swayed and caused the black, furry tail to sway across the floor behind her, reminding the teen of the plug inside her. The plug filling her hole that Master had been training.

Emily stared up at the handle with an eager look in her green eyes and her long black hair cascading down her slightly arched back. Her thick hair was messy and tangled and only held back from spilling over her face by the headband expertly woven in. The headband that was otherwise unseen except the black fuzzy ears it gave her. Pointy little kitty ears that almost perfectly matched her hair. She didn’t even notice the ears anymore, they had become a part of her. Just like she didn’t notice her messy bed-head. Master would brush her hair until it was soft and straight if she was good. Or not. Her grooming was entirely up to Him, just like everything else in her life. However, she wouldn’t have it any other way. She loved being his pet, his belonging. Wanted it. No. She *needed* it. Read more »

A Night Out [MF]

I sit across from her nursing a beer and watching as she wipes away the condensation from her glass. She asked if we could meet up and hang out. I suggested my place for convenience and of course discretion, but was met with resistance. Perhaps it was a bit presumptuous in hindsight. I’m not even entirely sure what I am doing fueling this flame, I just cannot seem to resist when it comes to her.

“I read somewhere if two past lovers can remain friends, either they never were in love or they still are,” she flirts breaking the silence.

I laugh and take a swig of my beer, “Are we still considered friends at this point?”

She shoots me an evil look.

“What?” I laugh louder this time.

She sips her beer quietly avoiding eye contact. I have hit a nerve. She stares at the glass in front of her and gathers her thoughts a moment before laying into me. This ought to be good.

“You know what I mean,” she says bitterly. Read more »

Thank God- A Mormon Sex Fantasty [Str8] [M/F] [reluc] [oral]

He had always been a pious man. A man of God. He read his scriptures day in and day out. He arrived to work in well pressed suits that his wife Chelsea ironed each morning. He spoke of Chelsea often, and their bouncing baby boy Bradley. Dave had, by every account, the perfect life.

But something bothered him. No matter how often he tried to keep his thoughts pure and ask God for grace day in and day out, his mind often drifted to his coworker Jessica. He didn’t understand why. Perhaps it was the way her voice, like lavender, like silk, swirled in his head long after she had spoken. Perhaps it was the way her pant suits hugged her hips in the most perfect way, her perfect butt bouncing as she walked. Perhaps it was the openness to which she spoke of her dating life.

Dave didn’t like to hear about those things, but her weekend stories of one night stands and evening drinks with strangers often wandered to his cubicle as she chatted with her friend Kathy in the break room. Read more »

Bi Hooker; Bye Crook Part 5 [FFM][Str8][Revenge][Threesome]

Sue hadn’t stood on ceremony it seemed as Helen walked into the master bedroom. Petersen was still clothed albeit without shoes and socks, with his back to the door, furiously ramming a demanding Susan stood bent over the end of the bed. Her only concession had been to pull her jogging bottoms down and her panties to one side.

“Fuck!”

“He’s!”

“Good!”

She gasped between his hard and full thrusts. Helen smiled and started slowly stripping, not that it would take long to get out of jogging bottoms, t-shirt and underwear. She wasn’t sure how much time she had overall but it would be ten minutes from the phone ringing. She figured they had about an hour to play before George walked in on them. She was pretty sure on the image she wanted to present, now she just had to hope this guy was a pro and could keep it up long enough. From the passive, almost bored look on his face as he pounded Susan, she surmised he was up to the challenge. Read more »