Whistle-blowers (A WikiLeaks Fanfic) Chapter 2 [Trans] [Tease] [Prison]

The Solitude Before the Tempest Toss

In a concrete dungeon of four, hard, scream-proof walls, cut off from the world, & alone, lied a tortured & broken soul, on an equally hard surface – though it felt harder. A nightmare made reality. The aching body & weary mind belonged to Chelsea Manning, while the boiling blood & the fighting spirit belonged to us all.

She awoke from a restless sleep, finding herself in the same position she had been in, when she first closed her eyes. Her body had naturally fallen into the recovery-position shortly after being, almost literally, thrown into her cell. The narrow surface of her bed only barely accommodated her slender form. Chelsea’s way of coping with being shut-in for 22 hours a day was to sleep. Unfortunately, in a room that knew no change in light or sound, it was hard to keep abreast of time at the best of times, but when frequent napping was used in order to best manage the torture of solitary confinement, all sense of time was lost.

She alternated between sleeping & exercising while in her cell, but her mind was still not stimulated enough most of the day… or night. Read more »

That time I had sex with four roommates and none of them knew or cared [MF]

Another fun story from my sexual past. I was a counselor at a summer camp in my mid-twenties, and if you’ve ever worked at a summer camp, you know how much of a fuck-fest those can be.

Anyway, we were all staying in a bunch of cabins in the veeeeery far back of the camp. Why weren’t counselors in the cabins? Well, we were relief counselors, which meant the bulk of our duties were running day activities, and we would step in for cabin counselors during their nights off, etc. I was bunking with 3 other guys, and the cabin next to us was 4 girls.

So this was a mixed-activities camp, so we had a wide variety of disciplines accounted for. I was a swimmer doing swim instruction and also taught the cross-country running stuff. I was at sort of the height of my fitness level, not a huge guy by any stretch—5’10”, but I was lean, like 150 lbs tops. It felt good. Onthe first day we were at orientation and I looked around and scoped out the landscape and the female counselors were ALL bloody attractive. Read more »

First time anal cuckold! [FMM]

Hi all! I had a ton of fun last time I posted here and got many DMs and was asked to post more! It is Easter here in the states and I figured I’d share the first time I ever did anal! So here it goes!

I never EVER let one of my past boyfriends or even my husband touch my ass. Maybe it was my high school boyfriend, we were making out, fooling around then the next thing I know! Bang! He slipped a finger in my ass. The tearing, burning feeling will always haunt my memory.

Fast forward to my first anniversary. Me and my husbands first BIG fight. He decides to try to sneak his man clit into my ass! Hell no! I pull away, pissed off, putting my clothes on. We fight for the rest of the night and to the next day. It’s always the same pathetic shit. You let your boyfriend do it! Ahhhh no he basically raped me. God! Still pisses me off. Read more »

She [F] loves my [M] lace panties….

A little background, I have been enjoying wearing, my wives and then my own, lace panties for about the last 6 months. My wife has been great about it and was slightly shocked at first but has generally encouraged me and playfully teased me about my panties.

Skip to last weekend, I have got my nice black lace panties on and we start to get into play time when she tells me “Leave them on” and proceeds to slide them under my cock so I can enter her while still wearing them. I am thinking “Fuck this is awesome” but then it gets better.

We are in missionary position and she is grabbing my lace covered ass and slapping it, then we move to me behind her and she gropes back with her hands, feels around and finds what she is looking for, my panties. She holds onto them like they are a lifeline, this excites me to far and I cum inside her.

She leans back slightly and my cum drips back onto my cock before she slides off she then turns around and pulls my lace panties up over my cum covered cock, licks her fingers where she got cum on them and gives me a big kiss. Read more »

[FM] A Day In The Life. [Humiliation] [Domination] [Servitude]

It’s 5 o’clock in the evening. I’m on the train from Birmingham New Street to my house in Lichfield, when I feel my phone buzz. I’ve been to the Birmingham City Library. The talk was on women in business. The focus being the unrepresentative ratio of women given high powered jobs in power positions.

The text reads:

“My house. 19:00.

Red Bra. Red French lace pants. Red hold ups. Black stockings. Black heels (above 4 inches). Beige Mac.

Ring the door bell then place your hands behind your back”

I feel a hate rise within me as I read the text. How fucking dare you? We’ve had some rough and fun sex but instructions? I’m not yours. I can’t be summoned.

18:45:

I’m in the back of the Taxi. I have the Beige Mac on. I have minimal Male up except for extremely vibrant red lipstick. Underneath I’m dressed exactly as instructed. The cab pulls up at your address and I hesitate. I pay the driver and walk up your drive. I ring the bell and then clasp my wrist behind my back. The door opens and I do not look up to you. Read more »

Daddy’s Little Girl (Series, Part 5 of 5)

John swiftly grabbed Emma by the waist and bent her over the arm of the couch. He shoved her face down to the seat of the couch, placing her bottom on display.

“DO NOT MOVE.” John ordered. Emma heard him walk away into the kitchen. She listened to the sound of Daddy opening the refrigerator, followed by the metallic crack of a beer can opening.

Emma stood, bent over the couch, as she listened to Daddy drinking one beer, followed by another. She felt so guilty.

She’d vowed to honor her Daddy when he locked her collar around her neck. She hadn’t tried to lie to him since she was a little girl. Emma knew how badly her apoptive father was hurt by her mother’s cheating. Total loyalty was paramount to him.

Emma didn’t move a muscle. The throbbing in between her legs grew with each passing moment. She vulnerably stood bent over the couch, awaiting his return.

Emma heard his footsteps coming toward her after what felt like forever. She could sense Daddy was behind her.

Daddy’s words were slightly slurred as he sarcastically muttered, “I  see you didn’t move. Good to know you can still follow some directions.”  Read more »

Broken A/C and the repairman [MF]

The A/C is Broken

It’s hot and miserable during a mid-june Florida day. Compound that with having and air conditioner that isn’t quite working that well. The story begins with my wife and I at home laying around, watching some television. She was probably the first to notice that the a/c wasn’t blowing as cold at it usually does. Surprised by this I decided to get up and see if there was an issue. Looking at the air handler, I immediately noticed that the copper lines had ice built up around them. Being 8 o’clock at night, I knew there was no fixing this at this hour. So, I spoke to my wife and we agreed that she would stay home from work tomorrow to get ahold of the repairman and see if we can could get this fixed as soon ass possible. Read more »

Daddy’s Little Girl (Part 4)

The past few months had been the happiest John could recall in years. His decision to reign his daughter into submission was, by far, the best action he’d taken since adopting her.

John was a good man. He adored Emma more than anything. His manipulation to make her jealous and compliant with his sexual desires was well- intended. They’d both physically longed for each other over the past few years.

John was a handsome and well endowed man. His job as an Ironworker consistented of long, physically demanding days. He’d been lonely and lacking physical companionship for years until the night he entered Emma; taking her as his own.

Over the past few months, John could feel the blood flowing to his manhood the minute his hand turned the doorknob to his home.
He lived for this. The sight of his beautiful Emma, wearing nothing but panties as she kneeled to greet him.

The sight of Emma on her knees, waiting to please him, never grew old. He took a moment to drink in her beauty. Read more »

making him come in the shower [FM]

Jake and I hadn’t properly spoken in years, but a few months ago, on a New Year’s party, we remet and got along pretty well. After that we stayed in touch, texted a bit here and there and eventually, in the beginning of March, I went to visit the city where he studied and stayed 3 nights at his place; 3 pretty hot nights.

Since then, we spoke on a daily basis. We texted, I wrote a few stories, he wrote me what he wanted to do to me and we started sending pictures. Soon, we began to talk via skype or the phone. Altogether, I’d say we kept things pretty heated up.

Few weeks later, he moved and I went to see him in his new place. He lived in a shared flat before, now he has a nice appartment just for himself – which of course needed to be properly deflowered.

Quickly about us: He is 6.3, handball player, athletic, 23 years old… Seems much older than he actually is when you first meet him. Altogether quite nice to look at I must say. I am 5.4, a year older than him, slender, dark blonde hair down to my waist. Read more »

My [F] first bisexual experience with my employee [F]

I took my employee out for lunch to celebrate her recent promotion. As I was going to be moving to manage another location, it didn’t feel inappropriate to do so. We went to a pub on the beach and chatted endlessly, ordering more and more drinks. As we got tipsier, we began to tease and flirt, ending in a game of never have I ever.

“Never have I ever been choked during sex” she said, causing me to put a finger down.

“Never have I ever been with a woman,” I said. She put down her finger, smiled, and leaned over to unbutton my top few buttons.

“We might have to change that,” she said, planting a gentle kiss on my lips as her fingers grazed the top of my breast.

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We wandered drunkenly hand in hand to the bar across the street and ordered more drinks. She sat facing me, leaning in occasionally for a gentle kiss while her hands rubbed the tops of my thighs. Two men came over and sat with us, chatting us up and flirting. She made out with one, while I made out with the other. The bartender gave me his phone number and said he looked forward to hearing from me. Read more »