This is not fully a gone wild story but you will like it i know.
The Orcs’ Game [MM] [sadism] [Trans]
The misty morning air washed like rushing water over my nakedness as I sprinted madly through the wood, my heavy metal boots clanking with every step. I had been given no covering but the boots, and a series of bold red streaks of warpaint, to cover my shame, and I stood out like a virgin in a whorehouse. What was more, I was dreadfully tired. My captors had kept me up all the previous night in preparation for this day; the memories of their pleasure flooded back all at once, and I shuddered at the thought of what would befall me if I was caught.
My chest heaved with effort, and I staggered badly as my feet struck the rocks that littered the forest floor. Swearing silently, I picked up the pace, praying to every god and friendly spirit I knew of. The red paint that covered my body set like a bonfire against the green of the woods; I tried desperately to scrub it away, but try as I might it did not even smudge. Some profane alchemical concoction, or a spell of some kind, but it did not matter; the boots themselves, which were locked to my feet by a heavy iron padlock, and which were designed with tall thick heels that forced me up onto my toes like a deer, made enough noise to rouse an army of dead. Either contraption would be a curse on its own, but together they destroyed any hope of stealth. If I could only reach the edge of the forest, I might find a friendly settlement, might yet escape my fate. If I could only-
A Night on the Town [mf] [public] [dom/sub]
Today was quite the adventure, for more reasons than one. For starters, I dragged Chris to a shady strip club for a night on the town– halfway out of humor, halfway out of intrigue. I’ve always wanted to visit a strip club and get a lap dance or two, and just admire the women with that greedy hunger I possess for the female figure. Not only do I get a kick out of these scantily clothed beautiful women dancing seductively before me, but I also envy and respect them. Envy, because they possess one of the dream jobs of an exhibitionist like myself; respect, because these women have utilized their bodies to make hard working men throw every last penny they have their way just for a slim peek at their goods. That’s a deft power, in my opinion– I’ve never quite understood why people see strippers as objectified and taken advantage of, when this is actually only true of their clientele.
Cu[M]ming inside a pregnant [F]riend
This story may seem rather long but I’m going to try and cover about two months worth of time briefly to convey the entire story.
I actually saw Kendra for the first time at a church I was attending. She was rather attractive and through a mutual friend we had something in common. I friend requested her on trusty old facespace and she acknowledged my request. We chatted back and forth only a little bit before I asked if she would like to have dinner sometime. She replied with “no”. That’s it. No explanation, not that she owed me one, but just the word no.
I replied with “that’s perfectly ok but I had to ask because you’re gorgeous and seem like a nice person.”
Maybe a little cheesy but I wasn’t going to be a dick just because I got rejected.
Fast forward a couple months and I’m at home working in the barn. I get a notification on my phone saying I had a message. It was from Kendra. I was still single at the time and hadn’t lost my interest in her.
Daddy Dearest[F]
My name is Felicity, I am 18 years old and I have just become a woman. This is the story of that moment and of the realization of my most shameful and glorious fantasy.
When I hit puberty I never really was very interested in boys, I didn’t date, I didn’t even begin touching myself until i was 16. I just had no interest, i had seen sex scenes in movies, some friends in high school used to giggle while watching porn videos at sleep overs, i dont know, it never really seemed exciting to me. I tried, of course, i participated in the normal slumber party experimentation, but even as i had a cute 17 year old red head buried in my pussy, i just felt bored and underwhelmed by it all. The very first time i felt that sexual tingle was when, at 16, my father walked into the bathroom as i was showering. Something to note, i look very similar to my step mother. We are the same build and height, we both have fairly small, perky breasts and pale white skin. I have lighter and shorter blonde hair than she does, down past my shoulders, but when wet it looks a lot darker. At this moment i wonder, well, i secretly hope, that my father married her because she looks like me.
Daddy Dearest[mf][incest]
My name is Felicity, I am 18 years old and I have just become a woman. This is the story of that moment and of the realization of my most shameful and glorious fantasy.
When I hit puberty I never really was very interested in boys, I didn’t date, I didn’t even begin touching myself until i was 16. I just had no interest, i had seen sex scenes in movies, some friends in high school used to giggle while watching porn videos at sleep overs, i dont know, it never really seemed exciting to me. I tried, of course, i participated in the normal slumber party experimentation, but even as i had a cute 17 year old red head buried in my pussy, i just felt bored and underwhelmed by it all. The very first time i felt that sexual tingle was when, at 16, my father walked into the bathroom as i was showering. Something to note, i look very similar to my step mother. We are the same build and height, we both have fairly small, perky breasts and pale white skin. I have lighter and shorter blonde hair than she does, down past my shoulders, but when wet it looks a lot darker. At this moment i wonder, well, i secretly hope, that my father married her because she looks like me.
A crush on the mechanic [Mf][agegap][softcore]
My car needed serviced, and as I was struggling to take time off my busy job, I opted for an unknown nearby garage, a one-man band kinda place.
Went across to the garage on my lunchbreak, but there was no one about in the yard.
Hearing noises from within the building, I peeked under the half-open rollerdoor…
The smell of oil and metal made me nervous. What was I doing, I should have just stuck with my previous place, with it’s clean waiting area and nice reception lady.
“Hello, anyone there?” I called out into the dimmly-lit garage.
“Come in sweetheart, I’ll just be a moment” came a gentle voice.
I ducked under the rollerdoor and stepped inside. Directly in front was a ramp with a car on it and one on the ground beside it.
To the left was a small booth with a window, but there looked to be no one inside.
Trying to avoid the puddles in my suede work shoes I ventured further in and found the source of the gentle voice.
First Session with the Couple’s Counselor [Fantasy, Discussion of BDSM Practices]
Tiffany, a petite elfin girl leaned forward, lavender eyes intent and golden hair flowing forward. Her pointed ears were almost invisible beneath the mass of hair. “He never brings anyone home from work,” she said in a high-pitched, silver bell of a voice. “He called me a freak and I don’t think he likes my breasts. The office was all dark panelling and dim lighting with a faint musky order emanating from the cave-like dark opening to another room.
The couple’s counsel the two had chosen was muscular and densely furred with debauched, red eyes and sharp teeth that emerged from his upper lip. He tried not to obviously leer at the beautiful former princess as he nodded in response to her statement. Then he looked over at his other client, Commander of the Dark Horde, Sourfang, Thigh-Snapper of the Blood Clan who currently leaned as far back as he could in the overstuff couch, which sank under his weight like a ten-year old mattress under the weight of two enthusiastic teenagers. His arms were crossed and his dark expression said he’d rather be anywhere but in this office.
Avery’s night [group) (humiliation] [anal] [femdom] [submission] [creampie]
“ok avery you’ve got this” she said to herself looking into the mirror. Avery was preparing for her blind date in 30 minutes. Her sex life had been stagnant since her long term boyfriend had left her a year ago and she hadn’t been with a man since, she hadn’t really been with him much either in all the years they had dated they had only had sex three times. Finally her friend from work had goaded her into a blind date with someone she knew.
She was nervous as could be she had gone all out to prepare for this date. She had gone to the salon, went shopping for a dress, put on her nicest jewelry, everything to make a good impression. She was in a dark red silk dress that clung tight to her ample breast with a deep v going down in between her breasts fitting tight to her flat abs and flaring out with her ample ass, toned from years of squats, the fabric flowed down her beautiful long legs paired with red high heels. She was wearing a pearl necklace that ppaired nicely with her tan skin and blonde hair that reached down to her lower back. She picked up her phone and sent a text to her date, the only thing she knew about him was that his name was ayden “look or me I’ll be the tall girl in the red dress”
She left her rundown apartment and got into her 1995 towncar and headed to the restaurant they had agreed to go to, giamatti’s Italian kitchen, fine dining for a fine lady. She arrived early by about five minutes. Nervous and excited she wondered what type of man her date was, was he a tall suave businessman or maybe an artist! She had always had a soft spot for painters. In truth she was already a little wet at the prospect of seeing a man, she had always felt weird playing with herself and couldn’t do it and her drought was really weighing down on her mentally it was always so hard being 6’2 finding the right guy was a chore. The clock reached 7 and her date hadn’t arrived yet. She looked around the room and only saw an older couple in the corner. The door opened and she excitedly looked with her crystal smile that makes any man in the vicinity have a heart flutter, and then her face dropped. It couldn’t be him. It was a 5’6 120 pound man. He had a bad spout of acne on his face filled with white heads wearing cargo pants and a phedora. But to her dismay he laid eyes on her and smiled real wide with a goofy grin and walked over “hey avery right! Im ayden!” Avery mumbled a response already seething in her mind at Kathy for insulting her with this obvious virgin. He took a seat across the table and asked the waiter for a mountain dew. Avery promptly ordered an entire bottle of wine, to get through this dinner.
Ayden droned on and on about his video games and his katana collection as avery offered curt replies to the pimply manchild downing glass after glass of wine. Avery, 3/4th of the way through the bottle simply picked up the bottle and downed the rest. She looked up at him, still wearing that god awful phedora. She weighed her options on her mind on one hand she had no way of getting home drunk as she was and on the other she sure as hell wasn’t going to his house after. She came to a decision. She leaned forward her long beautiful blonde hair draping over the table and the cloth around her breasts falling forward giving a hint of what was underneath. “If you drive me home ill let you see my tits.”. pimpleton as she was now calling him in her head jolted and knocked over his glass of mountain dew. “ Absolutely!” Avery stood up shakily and meandered out of the restaurant, unsteady on her high heels. Pimpleton rushed out of the restaurant excited for his first pair of tits. She opened the door and had a controlled fall onto the bench seat up front as pimpleton turned the car on. Her head was laying ever close to his lap and she decided to tease him a bit as he drove her home. She brushed her hair to the side and brought her beautiful face and lay it sideways across his lap her mouth breathing drunkenly overy the spot on his lap where his cock lay. Her refined pink lips could feel the tip of his cock harden like a rock. She didn’t go any further the thought of touching the cock of a weakling like him discugusted her. The car pulled into her parking spot and she lazily got up took off her dress right in front of him she revealed her pink nipples on her perfect tits and her red thong. Pimpleton’s jaw dropped and he started unzipping his pants but all avery did was ask for the keys take off her heels and get out of the car. Pimpleton jumped out of the car. *click* the car door locked. “walk home” avery said and walked into her apartment. The pitiful pimpletons face dropped and he slowly walked off. Avery stumbled into her room and put on her bedtime tanktop that clung to her body and fell on her bed and looked up at the ceiling
“ god damnit god damnit god damnit!” “That fucking bitch” she expelled a stream of curses. Home at Friday night at 9 pm just as boring as her life had been for the past year, nothing had changed. Her face soured and she sulked for 2 hours stairing at the ceiling sobering up. “ I guess I’ll go for a drive” she muttered to no one in particular and got out of bed still in her red thong and tank top and wandered out the door and got in her car. Avery often went for drives when she was upset and it had taken a toll on her gas tank and her wallet.
She drove and drove , all her fantasizing earlier had gotten her horny and she had no release. She pulled into a parking lot leaned back and looked at the ceiling. she wanted to be used she wanted someone to take control she was tired of sobeing the lead she stayed that way for awhile before sitting up she looked in front of her and saw a rundown dive bar with half the lightbulbs working and had a thought. She looked in her back seat and saw her dry erase board and marker and smiled as she scribbled on the board. She opened her car door and stepped out of the car.
Her bare slightly pink feet on the pavement, her thong going right up between her firm cheeks dripping with juices and her white tanktop riding halfway up her abs marker and board in her hand. she walked into the dive bar. Every mans eye’s were on her and men started hooting and hollering. Yet she didn’t look at them. She walked towards the men’s bathroom and paused at the threshold bent over hands on her knees and a man spanked her ass. Her heart was pumping so loudly she thought it would explode, she was confident until this point she was so nervous she was shaking and her mind was racing “is this a good idea” “I know I want excitement in my life but This is….” But that tiny voice in the back of her head egged her on and pushed her through that door heart thumping she walked into the bathroom and for now no one followed. Her hands shaking and her legs wobbling she couldn’t believe she was doing this. This is crazy. Her nervous hands tried to prop up the sign but it kept falling over and over again but eventually she got it to stick. It said.
Rule 1: must use a condom.
Rule 2: my panties must stay on.
Rule 3: after cumming put a tally mark on my lower back.
Happy fucking<3
She walked towards the dirty toilet and her stomach lurched but her heart beat even faster and her pussy got wetter. The exhilaration! This was the craziest thing she had ever done but all it did was make her wetter the more she thought about it. . It had piss all over the seat. Drunken men can’t aim as it turns out. She straddled in front of the toilet her unblemished pink feet touching sticky yellow stains on the lenolium floor. She placed her hands on the backside of the toilet tank and her long straight hair drooped down onto the dirty floor still speckled with drops from whoever was in the bathroom before.
House warming fuck with my friend’s slutty sister [MF]
A few weeks after I had finished setting up my apartment I decided to have a little house warming party. I invited a few friends and the night went wonderfully. Fast forward to everyone leaving except for my friend Chris and his sister Stacy. Going into some minor details Chris is a younger guy who I trained/coached during the tennis season back in our home town, and every so often I’d run into him at our gym and give him lifting advice or workout advice. These encounters would lead me to cross paths with his older sister Stacy, now Stacy is still younger than me but older than chris Obviously.
Every so often when I’d run into Stacy at the gym she’d always joke about how her brother idolizes me or how thankful she is about someone teaching her brother to be more sociable. I’ll admit I was distracted by other things, mainly the fact I was always in the middle of a workout. Usually I don’t pay attention to friend’s siblings, something tells me Stacy picked up on this and wanted to change my mind.