Anita Jones Pt 1

In 2017, the Slavery Act went into probationary law, and every person living in the country was subject to it. within one week, you must register as either a Slave or a Free. To register as Slave was easy. You were given $10000, and given a week to settle your affairs. Free registration cost $5000. This is the story of Anita Jones, a young black woman with very little left to lose.

My name is Anita. Once the politicians enacted the slavery laws, I saw my one chance to help my mother. The money they offered would be enough for me to register her freedom, and get her proper care.

I wasn’t afraid of what would happen to me. I’m not exactly a virgin, and how bad could it be? I went immediately to register both myself and my mom. My registration was quick. Just a signature, stating I agreed, I was property, no longer a woman. they let me register my mom, too, before they finished my forms. It immediately got more difficult than I expected it to. Read more »

Pleasing Delilah [mF][Prost][RolePlay]

The gym was crowded and sweaty girls milled around after Zumba class, but I moved around the Nautilus machines, finishing my work-out in good time. I showered, looked at my body in the mirror that I work hard to maintain. Women love me. And I love them. That’s why I make good money.

“Good bye, Ross,” said the girl at reception with big adoring eyes.

“Have a nice day.”

“You too.”

I had just put the key in the ignition when my phone alerted me to a message. It was from Mrs. McTavish.

‘Are you free tonight? 7?’

I smirked. Mrs. McTavish. Her husband must be out of town. I texted back, ‘Yes. See you then.’

Mrs. McTavish and I went about our day in Park Cities, the most affluent bedroom community south of Dallas as well as my hometown.

Park Cities women are gym toned women with great smiles and cheerleading daughters. They are women of southern graces, the women of the new south. And I was their toy.

That evening, I pulled my car into the McTavish drive, rounding a sprawled limbed oak to park in front of a nine thousand square foot plantation style mansion. Read more »

[MF] A Workplace Dilemma

“Oh, for goodness sakes! Wake up, Jon!”

With a jerk Jonathan Elders woke up. Looking around wildly, he struggled to sort out the darkness and the loud ringing from the nightstand next to him. Finally catching his breath his eyes focused on the bright glowing screen, flickering with a number and a face. Groaning, he reached out and picked up the phone to answer the call.

“Kara, why are you calling me at five in the morning?” Jon asked, his irritation and sleepiness sharp in his voice.

“Aren’t you usually up, sir?” The voice on the other side of space was not as chipper and bright as normal. Yet it was unmistakably young Kara Dance, just brought on to his team. Brunette, short, and full of life. Yet until this morning, she had seemed rather staid and stable, not prone to taking risks for her job. Which was likely the problem this morning.

“I have another thirty minutes before my alarm goes off, thank you very much,” Jon replied gruffly. In fact it was only five more minutes, but he was not going to give his interruption the satisfaction of being correct, not at 4:55am. Instead he turned the conversation back at Kara. “So again, why are you waking me up?” Read more »

[MF] I face fucked her behind LAX United Air Cargo

This story begins when I met a girl through Reddit who was asking for dick pics. Yes, they do exist and are very rare. Her name was /u/cantgetenoughcock85, and she was an absolute bombshell. South American with that perfect skin complexion, nice big round tits, and that sweet ass that Latina’s are known for.

It started off very sexually charged, pretty much any time i’d get an erection i’d send her a picture. At work, at home, in my car in traffic, whenever I got hard she’d get a picture. I’m not big by any means, about 7″ and average thickness. It wasn’t just dick pics, we’d talk about stuff and turned out we had a lot in common. Late 20’s, and divorced.

As it turned out, she lived in LA and a few months down the road I was travelling through and had a 24 hour layover. So, we decided that if we were still friends (we know how the internet works) that we would meet and at least meet and say hi and get a hotel room for the night. When the time came she picked me up from the terminal and straight away I embraced her and gave her a deep long kiss. After that we checked into the hotel, fucked, grabbed some food, fucked, then fucked some more, got high, then fucked some more. Read more »

[MF] In The Tutelage Of Ms. Kline – [Illustrated][Male Training] – Young Kevin is summoned to the estate of Ms. Kline for a summer of hard labor. Little does he know what she really has in store for him…

The first time Kevin saw Ms. Kline was when she walked up to his parents after church and introduced herself. She was dressed more appropriately for a cocktail party than a Sunday sermon. All legs and black nylons, Ms. Kline wore a matching black skirt that went just barely past her knees. Her black flats seemed conservative enough, but the dark bustier visible through her sheer blouse brought the whole ensemble into question again. The giant wide brimmed hat was very churchy. The tight hair bun and deep red lipstick was more ‘Addicted to Love’ than ‘Praise Jesus’.

Kevin guessed she was in her late forties, maybe even early fifties. She was so lean and well put together, it was hard to tell. Whatever the contradictions of her dress, she easily projected an air of importance.

Kevin’s parents ate it up, almost bowing when she introduced herself. The pleasantries she exchanged were mild enough. She was matronly, knowledgeable and commanding. Eventually, the conversation turned to him. He groaned when his mother brought up the ‘dilemma’ of his unemployment. Certainly, Ms. Kline would have a cornucopia of opportunities perched at the tip of her lips. Read more »

more fun with my philosophy classmate [FM]

There’s a follow up to the story I posted a few days ago, about an insane night with a guy that *loves* going down.

He had just finished licking me to orgasm, sucking my wetness off his fingers. He crawled back up my body to kiss me, sucking my lower lip which get me going. Wanting to take care of him I gently pushed him over, nuzzling into his neck where I kissed and bit him, loving how he tried to hold back his moans for me. I was straddling him, and ran my hands down his hard body until I found his huge cock. Continuing my work on his neck, I started to run my thumb over the tip, spreading the wetness building there around his shaft before stroking him. He started groaning, his hands pawing at my ass, smacking it and grabbing it while his other hand ran up and down my spine, sending shivers through me. Read more »

Some women just want to watch the world tittyfuck. [MF]

Unfortunately, this story didn’t happen to me — I was way too shy and reserved during the first two years in college. This is a story told to me by one of my close friends at the time, and I’m retelling it here (through his perspective to make things easier). He told me this story as it was happening through several updates, which I’ve chained together here. It used to be a major player in my spank bank but I guess it got pushed out by other things over the years and I sort of forgot about it. The memory recently came flooding back to me, and I figured I’d share it. Obviously I’ve taken a little bit of artistic liberty with some of the more subtle details, but my friend was a pretty vivid storyteller and I think this is pretty close to accurate.
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The dorm where I lived in college was co-ed (well, all the dorms there were). Pairs of rooms shared a bathroom to form a suite; suites were same-sex, but two neighboring suites might be co-ed. Floors usually had a fairly even mix of males and females, with shared common spaces but no communal bathrooms or anything. It wasn’t uncommon for neighbors to hook up, be fuck buddies, or try dating. It was inevitable, then, that some people would get reputations as the year went on — “easy” girls, guys who “will fuck anything”, etc. Read more »

(request) Squeaky Clean

Posted this to r/dirtywritingprompts & r/eroticliterature already, but things seemed a little slow/dead, so I figured I’d try here. If this breaks rules, I get it, but I figured it was worth a shot…

So here’s my request, I know it’ll seem strange… I have a thing for someone getting forcibly cleaned, think getting run through an automatic car wash… Setup: a cruel dominatrix has a session that ends up getting her sub dirty(mud, paint,food, be creative) . Wanting him/her clean, and also wanting to cause pain/humiliation/both, she opts to to truss him/her up and send them on a (or several) trip(s) through an automatic car wash. I would love detail as much as possible. This is one of my personal fantasies I’d love to try (someday), but atm it’s not really possible, so this is the best I can do…

[MF] [Cheating] No physical intimacy, but a lot of naughtiness, hoping for something more

This story takes place over the span of almost a year. I first met Nicholas through work. Our first conversation was over the phone, when we were discussing a case I had been assigned to. He’s an outside lawyer, and I work for a corporation that was involved in some litigation. My predecessor had retained him, and we were all on a conference call to transition the matter to me. As I was listening to his voice over the speakerphone, something about it made me want to look up his public profile to see his photo. I typed his name into my phone and found him. Handsome, early 40s, long hair. *Interesting,* I thought. There aren’t many big firm lawyers with that look, and during my time at the company, I certainly hadn’t encountered any that looked like THAT. The thought *This could be fun* crossed my mind. Read more »