[MF] Affair With Maid Update

Based on the amount of interest I received from my last post I have a more detailed account of my affair with my family’s live-in domestic worker.

A little about me, I am 18, an only child, originally from New York City and have been living in Singapore the last five years. I graduated from an international high school last year and started my undergraduate studies in finance last fall. My parents are both originally from Ireland and moved to the US 20 years ago. They work in the banking and finance sector and their employer transferred them to Singapore five years ago. My parents had maid and childcare services in New York, but in Singapore they wanted to try having a live in to take care of the cooking, cleaning, errands, and other housework. Our first live in domestic worker was an Indonesian woman who worked for us for about three years before returning for her home country. They then hired our current live-in domestic worker.

Clementina, Part XXVII [extreme, sf/horror/fantasy, monsters, non-consensual, transgender, anal, lactation, TF]

WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, BIRTHING MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, A BRIEF LINE OF INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE. MUCH OF THIS STUFF IS BIOLOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE.

As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed and sad. Please heed all warnings!

If you’re the kind of person who ignores warnings and regrets it later, have this: r/eyebleach

There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders, ‘cause, after all, ain’t that the point?

This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

This part continues chapter 6. This chapter is turning the story back to its roots as a horror story. You have been warned. This part begins immediately after Part XXVI ends.

Wine Tasting Pt 1. [MF, public, control]

While she was an absolute freaky girl in private, she was very shy and dressed conservatively in public. She was a hippie at heart, who wore her hair in a messy ponytail. Her usual clothing was long loose pants and Cons. Her tops hid her D cups, in their looseness. She rarely wore shorts or skirts even though her legs were long and muscular.

She got a package in the mail from her older male lover. Inside was a very short, white sundress with spaghetti straps and a jeweled anal plug that seemed impossibly large. There was a note in his very neat handwriting.

“This and your white Converse are the sum total of what you are to wear when we go wine tasting tomorrow.” Her pussy leaked thinking about it.

I thought we were going out. [M/F] [mild anal] 2000+words

I stared at my reflection, admiring my work. I’d gotten myself ready in a record-breaking 45 minutes. I’d been lying down, glasses on my face, and fuzzy slippers on my feet when I got a text. Let’s go out. I’ll be there in an hour. It was never a question with him, but I liked that. The push and pull was the thrill of it all. Never have I had a man command such a presence over me. I loved every second of it. 

I had decided on a black fit and flare strapless dress with my bright red chunky heels. My toes were painted with french tips, and sparkled when the light hit just right. Sitting on my decolletage was a skinny gold pendant. I spritzed myself in that perfume that I know he loves, and made my way to the door. Like clockwork his knock rang on the loud through my small apartment. My cat jumped down from his little perch, and rubbed his face on my ankle as I opened the door. 

Standing in the doorway was him. Every. Beautiful. Inch. I locked eyes with him, trying my damndest not to look down at his lips. His lips that I know will feel warm against mine. 

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Chapter 1: First Encounters [MM]

I want to write my full story. And it’ll likely be quite long, despite the fact that it really only takes place over about 3 years, from 18 to 21 years old. I want to write it because I enjoy writing, but also because I don’t see much of this kind narrative in erotic writing on here. Most of the bisexual stuff I see around is usually completely focused on the physical action, and why shouldn’t it be? That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? A little smut to pass the time. But I want to see if I can convey how enormously confusing it was for me; an introverted, pretty maladjusted ‘adult’ who, due to what I now recognise as some mild neurodivergence plus the introduction of weed at an early age, didn’t know shit about social interactions. Plus had a warped dependence on sex and what I though was ‘love’ at the time. I was a broken mess at the start of this story, and I want to try and take you along with me as I discovered my sexual identity and went from introverted goth to borderline alcoholic horndog who would stick his dick in whoever was willing to receive it, to a mostly functioning, settled, loving partner.

Me and my friend fuck his girlfriend since we like sharing! [MMF]

So this will be the story of how me and my bestfriend William shared his girlfriend that he had reconciled with a few months earlier after being out clubbing. 

At this point William and his hot asian girlfriend Victoria, are crazy about each other. After initially being a couple for two years, since the first year of high school, they’d been broken up for five months and now found their way back together again.

While Victoria spent those months trying to get over William, she never could and every guy she wanted to get as a rebound, she quickly found out she couldn’t go through with it. Meanwhile me and my bro was sharing my gf in mad threesomes and sometimes one-on-one action. Bella loved switching between her favourite “white daddy cock” and her favourite “big black cock”. She’d get so much dick she was practically glowing walking around school. We even fucked her once in one of the lonelier school bathrooms on the second floor one afternoon.

[F] I’m obsessed with pegging

I’ve pegged 6 different guys now. They all take some level of convincing but eventually everyone agrees. Watching this big strong man turn into a cute little guy just sprawled out on my bed unable to speak or even think while he takes a strapon he insisted would be too big for him. I live for that shit.

And I am good. I mean really good. All of them give some silly ultimatum like “oh ok but if you get to peg me then I get to do anal too!” Guess what, nobody has ever wanted to do the anal afterwards. They just get the best orgasm of their life and can barely walk and then they can’t think about anything else and they come right back for more. I’m happy to give it to them too, any time and any place.

Then of course there’s the dude-bros that are like “oh yeah I never do this but you’re just so hot, I wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t so attractive, it’s only because you’re hot” and it’s like uh huh yeah baby thank you now bend over so you can get rammed! Oh and guess what, they always come back again. And again. And every time they’re all ashamed but I make sure to go extra hard on them. Maybe I’ll fuck the shame right out of them and we can all be adults and admit how great it is.

Bored wanking in a hotel room what stories should I write? [MF]

So I’m in Paris for the next too nights unfortunately alone so it’s as good a time as any to write some of my sex stories up. I’ve been around a long while and this has given me lots of opportunities for filth.

Should it be….

Double ended dildo fun with dp serious anal stretch and dripping pussy juice.

Bandage and hot wax with squirting.

Or

Deep throat and wild fucking with an Asian hotty (and the dog walked in on us very distracting)

Let me know and will write the details up as best I can while wanking later 😉

A season without Autumn [MF, cheating, anal, rough]

Autumn, my companion in sexual adventures (and some misadventures) had to make a sudden move to another state. When she was gone, I realized how much I missed her. Not just her fantastic body (and it was fantastic: tall, with beautiful D cup breasts, a flat belly and an amazing ass and hips) but also the heat of our sexual attraction. She was better at cutting off those ties, as women usually are, even though she as in her late 20s and I was in my 40s. She left and we didn’t speak. But she was stuck in my head, like a record on repeat. You don’t forget someone so exciting.

A couple months later I found out from a friend of a friend she was back in town. She has not reached out to me. I had no intention of bothering her, but we ran into each other at our favorite coffee shop.

She hugged me awkwardly and confessed she has found someone her age, and they were to marry soon. She looked good and she looked happy. She was smiling, her crooked little smile. Her skin glowed, and I could smell lavender coming off her faintly, her signature scent. We had our coffee, then hugged in the parking lot.

I’ve been trading sex favors for Real Estate Flips [FM]

My boyfriend and I run this real estate business. Basically we flip houses – if you ever seen any home renovation/flip TV show, then you have a pretty good idea on what we do. My boyfriend is the numbers/planning guy, and I’m the designer/agent. We typically hire contractors and tradesmen to help with the construction aspect of the flips.

At first, we had no idea what we were doing. It all just seemed so easy on TV. But once you get into a project, and the cost keep on rising, and you’re maxing out your credit cards, yeah, that sucks. On one of the first projects, we were all in. Like we needed to finish the house and sell it fast just to dig ourselves out. And of course, an unexpected cost surprise came up.

Steve was our contractor on that job, and he’s asking for money that we didn’t have. My boyfriend casually suggested that maybe I flirt with him. My boyfriend and I have a very liberal/sexual relationship, so this didn’t really bother us. So when Steve was trying to explain the surprise, I was heavily flirting with him. Wore a low cut tank top, and was practically throwing myself at him. Steve eventually got the hint and offered to ‘help’. But only if I blew him right then and there.