collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I finally finished my long commission! It is posted on my blog
https://www.loubealysfetisherotica.com/2019/03/i-was-teenage-sex-god.html?m=1&zx=aaaf7c00bb1c8651
A teenager inherits the powers of a fertility God, eventually uses it on his mom and aunt.
Contains incest and mind control.
Amy is my best friend, and has been since we met my freshman year of college. Starting sophomore year, we roomed together, and we were usually connected at the hip. There wasn’t a hardship we didn’t share, a joy we didn’t celebrate together, or a guy we didn’t tell each other about in total, juicy detail. By junior year, we had gotten a bit of a reputation on campus, and by senior year, we were officially the girls your parents warned you about. We heard rumors about girls specifically requesting on their housing forms to not be roomed next to us, but we never figured out if that was true, or just ego stroking. Regardless, our senior year, we found ourselves in a huge basement room for three people, but our third roommate, a sweet girl named Karen, spent most of her time at her boyfriend’s, so Amy and I had pretty free run of the room. We’d set it up, with a little bit of help from some duly compensated frat boys, with makeshift curtains (sheets) that allowed a measure of privacy while changing and, more importantly, while fucking. The room was split into quarters, a common area, my bed, Amy’s bed, and Karen’s bed, which we sometimes used, with her permission (I think), as a bit of a catchall. It mainly became used as a coat room, very handy when patience is not in the cards.
I’m a 39-year-old teacher in a high school in Appalachia. Several years ago I was married and we were lucky enough to have a son we named Sam. Then I became single (not going into why). After a few months of crawling inside a bottle I decided to get my shit together and focus all of my efforts on being a decent human being and spend all of my time and effort to do the best job I can to raise my son. He’s now in 8th grade (7th grade during this story). I’m six feet tall about 175 pounds. I’m in good shape.
My school works with a (somewhat) local university. Each semester they send us a few student teachers. For those who don’t know, whenever you finish up an education degree, you don’t spend much time as a student the last semester. The school sets you up in a teaching position in the area you will be certified in to practice actual teaching. If you are worth anything at all, it’s highly stressful and extremely time consuming because it’s really a semester long job interview that can make or break you.
Lizzie awoke the next morning and despite the events from the night before she was not sore. In fact, she was dressed in the pink tank top and black shorts just like the night before and everything in her room appeared to be in order.
“Could it all have just been a really fucked up dream?” Lizzie asked herself.
She slowly sat up in bed and pulled down both her shorts and panties to examine her rogue sex organ.
“Hey, are you there?” She said while lightly poking her vagina.
“Okay, Lizzie snap out of it. You just had a really vivid and fucked up dream. That’s it. There are no such things as fairies, magic, or especially talking vaginas. I wonder what the hell possessed me to dream such a thing though.” Lizzie took a deep breath, pulled her shorts and panties back up and got out of bed.
She walked inside her bathroom and sat down to pee when she felt something rather odd. Her vaginal lips seemed to clinch themselves when she sat down on the cold toilet seat. Nothing else seemed to happen so she shrugged it off and continued relieving herself. She got up from the toilet and caught herself in the mirror, noticing that her breasts looked a little bigger.
*This is my first story and I know my grammar sucks. If anyone out there would be willing to help I will edit with corrections. I’m not much of a writer but this just kind of came to me (no pun intended) after an experience I recently had in Las Vegas with a good friend of mine. Thanks for reading and if you have feedback let me know. If you like it I can write more.*
This is a story about how I became interested in picking up women and pleasing them. Mum was actually my stepmum, but I called her “Mum” just the same. I think the first time it happened, we were watching a film called “My Man Godfrey” and a scene came about where a butler carried a fainted woman over his shoulder for an extended period and up some stairs. I could not explain what happened to me, but I wanted to see what it felt like to lift a woman. I started to dream, what would it be like to lift my mum? Eventually, I got some courage.
It’s been a while since I’ve done a story but a lot has been going on in my personal life recently. The last time you heard from me I mentioned that I was in a a pretty stale marriage. Things have changed considerably since.
My husband (Ravi) and I had been in a rut. Barely having sex. Thats when I started posting on Reddit. After chatting to few people on here, I decided i needed to take action to spice things up. People said that watching porn together was a great to start to trying new things. And that’s what we did and Ravi loved it We started to have a lot more sex after and he did things to me he had never done before. But i still wanted more. We watched threesome videos together and then i started to click on hotwife/cuckold videos. To my luck Ravi really enjoyed these videos but I’d never thought he would actually let me fuck another guy.
One advantage of growing up in a town is getting to know all the good hiding spots. When your friend swipes a few of his uncle’s cigarettes, where do you go to try them? If Jenny says you can touch hers if she can touch yours you need a private place and when you need to dodge Mike the cop you need a safe place.
The town clock tower was very private and very safe, and pretty cool, too, at least to my friends and I. An iron gate served as a door and the sign attached to it said *Danger* in big red letters and *Keep Out* in smaller black ones. My friends and I had ignored the sign for years and, boys being boys, had actually spent hours searching for the danger. We concluded the signs were just there to frighten kids like us away. We weren’t kids anymore, but we remembered our hideout and the good times we had there.
Fresh out of the shower, my husband walked into our bedroom with one thing on his mind. He told me to be ready for him and indeed I was. Leather garters on, skimpy black thong and a matching bralette, I showered before him so my hair was still wet just like he likes it. My nipples were hard from the bralette as he pinched and rolled them. I’m on my knees waiting for him while he takes pictures of me kneeling at his feet. His fingers grab my chin, forcing me to look up at him, he places the warm tip on my lips “stick out your tongue princess”.
Holding himself in position he slides along my wet tongue watching me do as I’m told, occasionally spitting on him. After a few strokes he loses his patience and thrusts into my mouth, I like to tease him so I slide my tongue under him while I bob my head slowly. Making him nice and messy I keep a long, deep and slow rythym along his entire cock. I start to push myself down further choking myself. A grunt from him, so I start massaging his balls and holding him deep in my throat.
Simple and quick story from a pair of characters I’ve been using for a few years. Love to hear about your ideas for future stories to write, and constructive criticism.
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“Okay, so you’re going to stand here, with your foot up, and point your cock right at her ass,” he said while trying to adjust my hips.
“Wait, wait, wait, I’m really just not feeling it,” I answered, stretching my leg and relaxing, “or SEEING it, you know?”
Kitty sat back on the chair and smiled, languishing out. The photographer snapped a few pictures of her from his spot on the floor and then moved and took some more from a different angle with both of us in the shot.
“Raphael, maybe it’d be easier for my husband if you showed him what you meant,” Kitty joked.
“Oh!” he whooped, “of course. Here, take this,” he said, handing me the camera.
Raphael stood up and Kitty resumed her position bent over the chair. He stood behind her and lifted his foot up onto the arm of the chair, holding one hand near her waist and resting the other on his hip. From this angle I could easily see Kitty’s pussy spreading open, and I enjoyed as she curled and uncurled her toes as she wiggled her butt a bit. I snapped off a burst of shots by accident and they both laughed and pulled away.