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Qwyn the Mage [MM][MC][Fantasy]

Qwyn’s legs burned with every step up the stone stairs. What was it with wizards and towers anyway? You’d think the headmaster of The Academy of the Arcane would want to have his quarters on the ground floor where teachers and students can reach him easily, but no. No, Headmaster Alvada had to have his chambers at the top of the tallest tower of the sprawling academy. Still, Qwyn supposed that if he could teleport everywhere like the headmaster, he wouldn’t care much about stairs either.

Qwyn supposed he shouldn’t complain, after all how many students get offered personal lessons from the headmaster himself? He hoped they would get around to teleportation soon though. Qwyn spent all of free time bent over books and wasn’t the most fit student. Plus, he was naturally short. Most people thought he was younger than he was. He was a senior at the academy but everyone that didn’t know him assumed he was a freshman. Read more »

[M]y moving gift [F]rom Michelle

Apologies, this post got removed because I added a few video links to porn hub, now removed, hope you enjoy……

So this is a continuation of the me and Michelle period of my life. Following on from my first Michelle Story : [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gqtlrf/my_eventful_business_road_trip_meeting_with_a/)

A few of you have asked privately what she looked like, the only person I can think of is Victoria Roberts, who I must say, I got off too a lot many years ago : there’s some videos floating around on porn hub.

Michelle was maybe a little bit bigger than her, but facial features and pretty much everything else was damn near identical.

Back to the story at hand.

Michelle and I had grow pretty close over the next few weeks, and we get to point where we have the odd date here and there. We go through each others life stories and We fuck almost every night, and if we’re in my apartment, she’d leave to “go home”. We’re sure the office knows by now, but we keep it as professional as possible despite some slutty pictures here and there from the toilets. Read more »

Need help writing [m4f] I’m writing a story called “Star whores”.

I’m writing my own take on Star wars.
I love star wars. I’m playing Jedi Fallen order again after a small hiatus and it got me thinking about sexy Jedi and Sith and I’ve come up with a small story that I’d like to to expand on.

It started just after my training, I had done it, after years of training in the ways of the force I had become a true Jedi. No longer a padawan in training.
But sadly I didn’t get the long awaited vacation I sorely needed. Instead rather, one, of the master Jedi’s was attacked and murdered in cold blood by someone who could only have been a Sith.
Rather than getting a holiday I was sent on my first solo mission to a known Sith training planet to gather information, upon landing on the planet, undercover. I headed over to a local cantina, to gather information. All sort of creatures frequent the cantina and it was here where I came across a very peculiar, yet intriguing female of some unknown race. She was tall and fairly slim but thick in all the right places. She had hips that widened out which could only mean that she was a humanoid. She had this beautiful long wavy hair, that happened to be a light pale blue tinge. Her skin was also slightly pink and looked so soft. She wore a long and elegant cloak, with no jewelry, from what I could see.
Immediately as I saw her I knew she was an agent. Anyone who spent the time to become inconspicuous as she was had to be an agent. Read more »

Powers of Persuasion [FF] [submission][fantasy elements]

“Just like that,” said Jaime, grabbing the back of Mary’s head and pressing it into her pussy. The tension was building in her body, her leg muscles starting to twitch.

Mary, quite without a choice in the matter, continued licking and sucking Jaime’s clit, occasionally dipping down to savor the taste of her pussy. She kept the rhythm even, the pressure, everything. When Jaime said ‘just like that,’ she got it *just* like that.

“I’m so close…don’t stop,” said Jaime, the tension between her legs coming to a peak. God, she needed this. She knew that she could do this any day of the week, with anyone she wanted. Right now, she had complete control over Mary, this redheaded little vixen who was darting the flat of her tongue across her clit until —

With that, Jaime felt the tension ease as her juices flooded into Mary’s mouth, who lapped it up eagerly while Jaime rode through the waves of her orgasm.

Once she had finally come down from the high, her attention was drawn to her pussy again, where Mary continued her clitoral assault.

“Stop,” said Jaime firmly.

Instantly, Mary complied. “Yes, Mistress.” Read more »

She was supposed to just give me a blowjob. But she ended up getting her bratty cunt fucked [Virgin] [NonCon]

This is part 2 of **I leaked a video of my ex jacking off and he wants to get back at me (**This is [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/gydonp/i_leaked_a_video_of_my_ex_jacking_off_and_now_he/))

*This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to any person, living or dead is purely coincidential.*

“Why are you doing this?” she breathed.

“Because I can,” I said with a mockingly wide grin. “And I’m pretty sure your Dad wouldn’t like to know you’re actually partying all night on slutty dresses instead of finding a decent job here in the city.”

She crossed her arms, cocking a brow at me. If she’s smart, she knows winning over me isn’t worth losing all her credit cards. “What if you leak them?”

“I’m not like you.”

Her lips parted, laughing coldly.

“Besides, your brother’s gonna get me killed before that happens.” I took my phone and turned the cam on. “Now, shall we?”

The Locker Room [D/s]

I was walking through the university’s gymnasium—a nice shortcut between my office and the library—when I heard what sounded like moaning. It seemed to be coming from just beyond the girls’ locker room door. I pressed my palm against the swinging door, gently extending my fingers to push it open slightly. What I thought could be someone in pain I now recognized as the unmistakable sounds of pleasure. I slipped in.

I turned the initial corner to encounter the rows of slim lockers. If my memory was accurate, the cheer squad wrapped up practice recently. I walked slowly to the second row of lockers and saw her. She was sitting on the long, thin bench between the lockers, her back to me. But, I recognized the voice. It’s so strange to hear a voice you’re so accustomed to in another context—here, moaning, absorbed in pleasure. She was one of the more talkative students in my intro literature class. And here she was, still in her cheerleader uniform, her legs straddling the bench, spread wide so that she could touch herself, her head tilted forward and her long dark hair hanging in a loose pony tail. Read more »

We tried to be good…[FM]

I tried, I really did.

I ended things (read: the dirty texting & fooling around) with my ex as the end of COVID, and his wedding, drew closer; but the little slut just couldn’t quit me.

One rainy Monday afternoon, after I’d ended things 5 days prior, his name popped up on my phone.

The text read, “I’ve typed this, deleted, typed, deleted, so many times. I’m sorry, but I’m so horny for you Madame.”

This man is addicted to me. And dammit, my body reacted because I am too.

“I know you are, slut,” I respond.

“I have something to confess,” he texts back. And then he sends a picture from his bathroom at the office…showing me he’s in a lacey floral thong…that I did not give him.

“Where did you get that?” I ask.

“Madame…I was so sad thinking this was over…and I was so horny for you…that on Saturday, I drove across town to a Target I never go to and bought it to surprise you with.”

Like I said, he’s addicted to being my bitch. I remind him of this. Read more »

Weekend at the beach, part 2 (finally) [Dom/sub] [mf]

We walked by moonlight on the beach after dinner, my thong still filling my mouth. It would remain there until you, and you alone, said otherwise. One way or another I would learn to listen and not question or complain about your decisions. We got a few strange looks when we started our walk. Mostly people who looked, saw, and looked away. I was as grateful for that as I was the darkness that was finally upon us. I was definitely more embarrassed than any of them were.
Even in my current “situation” the beauty of the moment wasn’t lost on me. To be here, with you, hand in hand, walking on the beach. You came to a stop and I stopped next to you. You pulled the thong from my mouth and I lowered my head. You never hold a grudge, but I ALWAYS carry the guilt. Tonight was no different. You assured me that this wasn’t over, but you wanted my mouth for something else right now as you tucked my panties in your pocket. Then you pulled me close and kissed me deep while you grabbed my thick hair with one hand and my ass with the other. God, i love how you kiss me. It makes me wet just thinking about it.
I started to go to my knees…assuming you wanted me to suck your hard cock on the beach. You stopped me, “You’re a good girl, but not yet.” After kissing me again, you led me back to our condo. I won’t pretend I wasn’t just a little disappointed, I love having you in my mouth. But now was not the time to protest…..again. Instead, I followed you in silence, watching you walk.
Once inside, I stripped. I love that rule – always naked inside. You grabbed my throat, kissing me hard while pinning me against the door we just entered. The cold metal against my skin made me very aware of my nakedness. Your hand between my legs made us both very aware of how wet you had already made me. By my hair, you led me to the bedroom and bent me over the bed, covering my eyes with a blindfold. I was excited that you’d be fucking me from behind soon. When you turned away for a second, I spread my legs a little further to make both holes more accessible. I couldn’t wait to feel you inside of me. As you walked out of the room you instructed me not to move. I complied.
I didn’t have to wait long for your return, but I would be waiting for the cock i so desperately desired. But i wasn’t aware of that until the first smack of your paddle. I let out a yelp of surprise and pain. Mostly pain. Of all the things I’ve felt spank my ass, nothing hurts as much as your paddle. I almost regret the day I gave it to you. No…..I don’t. Even when you start gently, that paddle is painful. The combination of thudiness and sting is fucking amazing. Tonight, there wouldn’t be any gentle beginnings. This spanking had a lesson to teach. Your lessons never left any room to be misinterpreted and tonight’s would be no different.
You worked on each side of my ass until I could barely stay still for it, and then you restrained me, spread eagle on the bed, face down. Before you started again, you slid your fingers deep inside my soaking wet pussy and fingered me a few times. I moaned in pleasure and you stopped. “Noooo!” I thought, but didn’t say out loud. I never speak during a punishment unless I’m asked a direct question or told to do so. When you pulled your fingers from my dripping cunt, you shoved them in my mouth to lick and suck clean. Mmm, yes.
Returning to the paddle, you worked my ass over even more. Brushing your fingers across my skin made squirm, I hurt so badly. The more your paddle struck me, the more sensitive I became.
The more I hurt, the more I became yours. I never believe I could be yours anymore than I already am, but you consistently prove me wrong.
You finish paddling me and gently kiss my very red and bruised cheek. I jump at the touch but your soft lips are soothing. You release me from the restraints and remove my blindfold. The light is low, but still too bright for my eyes. You sit me up and give me a minute to adjust. While I sit there, you start the shower and when you return, you tell me to stand. Telling me to look at you, you ask, “Now tell me, whore, what are you supposed to do when I give you instructions?” “Follow them, Master,” I nearly whisper, fighting the urge to look down. “And what WILL you do the next time I give you an instruction?”
I do look down this time. I’m embarrassed and ashamed of my actions earlier in the evening. You’re patient, as always and lift my chin, saying, “Answer me.” “I will do as you say, Master” I reply, looking straight into your eyes. You kiss my forehead and tell me to go clean myself up. As I walk by you, towards the shower you smack my ass. It was a playful reminder of the painful lesson I had just learned. I yelped because it hurt so very much and I smiled because I loved you dearly for it….both the lesson and the pain.

[FM] He [27] teased me [23] at the bar and I lost my train of thought… PART III

Rob moves me on back with my legs wrapped around him as he thrusts inside my pussy. His cock is filling me deeper as I moan against his chest. I move my hips to match his movements, clenching my walls around him as I feel my orgasm building.

“You feel so tight” he breathes which makes me throb even more. My nails are digging into his back, I can feel his muscles tense up as he pumps inside me. My nipples are hard against his chest and every thrust makes them even harder. My pussy is tightening around his cock and I know I’m so close. He reaches down to play with my clit.

Without breaking eye contact he says, “You wanna cum so bad don’t you?” His thumb is circling my swollen clit he’s filling me. All night he’s been teasing me and I’m ready to explode.

“Yes please make me cum” I beg him breathlessly. “You feel so good”

He rubs me even faster as he hits my g spot. I wrap my legs tighter around his back as I cum, my juices surrendering to his cock. I clench hard. He doesn’t stop even if though I’m shaking under him, biting his shoulder to silence my moans. Read more »