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Voluptuous Indian Cousin Blackmail (Chapter 2) [MF][blkmail]

In actual fact, Arun had got several text messages and together they painted the picture of what Narinda had done. All that Arun needed was a bank statement (no doubt somewhere in her private files in her house) to have the missing piece of evidence he would need for a "good and proper blackmailing".

He needed to get access to Narindra's home again and have a good rummage around. That was the next step…

Luckily he got his chance that weekend when Narindra's older sister was over from America. It was Narindras older sister with the big tits, who had the distracting penchant for not wearing a bra under her nightshirt, VERY distracting seeing those "pokies" over breakfast let me tell you…. Anyway, this meant that his uncles house was full so Narindra kindly offered to let Aruns' family stay at her house. Read more »

Voluptuous Indian Cousin Blackmail (Chapter 1) [MF]

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Arun had a cousin that he lusted after. She would be in his fantasies quite a bit. He would always imagine doing things in a rough way with her. Not quite raping her, but having her engage in unwilling sex with an element of blackmail in it. It really turned him on to think of grabbing a handful of her lovely thick hair with one hand and stuffing his think, throbbing shaft in her wet, unwilling mouth in the other.

"Uhhh, uh, ugrrghhh Narindra… fucking bitch… I'm gonna cum on your pretty face you dirty slut!" he would groan.

"Urhhhhghh you… fuckkkkkking… biiittttcccchhhhhh!!" he moaned as he unloaded fresh hot cum onto his hand while thinking about her.

Then one day – he got his chance and fantasy became reality! Read more »

The poor decisions of Police Constable Harriet Butler [MF, HUML, VOY, ANAL]

As Detective Chief Inspector Alan Smith, set a video clip playing on the large screen Television in his office, a small date stamp in the corner showed that it was twenty minutes long. DCI Smith knew however that it had been edited together from several hours of footage taken from several concealed cameras over a period of time.

There was no sound on this version though Smith had watched other versions with sound. It showed a man sitting alone at a corner table in a largely empty bar. A woman approached in her early 20’s, with shoulder length hair to her shoulder, which looked well styled. She was 5’8” with a stunning figure, dressed casually but fashionably with tight jeans that accentuated the curves of her hips and a top that showed her well toned abs as well as a flash of cleavage.

She sat at the table and passed an envelope across. The man removed some papers from it, and after a quick perusal he stood up and gestured for the woman to come with him. They walked out of the cameras view into what looked like a small office. Read more »

Industrial relations- Part 3 [MF, HUML, ANAL]

Helen was shocked at how much could be accomplished in a few hours. In the few hours before the factory floor staff finished work, Peter went from work station to work station making an appraisal of both the machinery and the person operating with it. Occasionally he spoke to the machine operator, though Helen found that was only when the operator looked competent at what he was doing. She noted sadly that usually he just ignored whoever was at the machine, as if he wasn’t worth conversing with.

He made some initial changes to machine settings, and checked what each machine was manufacturing with a small micrometer he had with him. He made hurried notes in a pad and while ignoring Helen. She didn’t ask any questions just simply followed and watched.

The factory finished production at 5 O’ clock, the workers shuffled off the floor wishing Helen a good evening as they passed her. A few minutes past 5 and Helen and Peter were alone on the floor.

“What do you think?” she asked finally. Read more »

Industrial relations – Part II [MF, HUML, ANAL]

He stretched his hand out, and parted her blouse. Her breasts fascinated him, they were little more than mounds, A cups he guessed, yet they were pert and suited her slender yet athletic frame. As he stroked her nipples she seemed embarrassed for the first time. He wondered if her breasts somehow embarrassed her, she seemed far more comfortable flashing her cunt at him.

He felt himself grow hard; she looked down at his growing bulge and raised an eyebrow “so do we have a deal” we asked.

“I wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you” peter said archly “I’m not going to be manipulated by you”

She said nothing but a flash of what Peter took to be vulnerability and hurt came across her face. She turned around and picked up her skirt.

As she started to put it on he said “wait” she stopped and turned to look at him. He still had her knickers in his hand; he saw that he was clenching them tightly. The erection in his trousers was starting to become uncomfortable.

“put these back on” he said handing her back her knickers. Read more »

Industrial relations – Part 1 [MF, HUML, ANAL]

That Engineering was a man’s world was something that Peter Troy had always believed, though rarely given voice to. It was not an opinion formed by some misogynistic instinct but rather one that had evolved over time, stretching from his school-days in metalwork class, though his engineering degree to his 11 years as an engineer in various companies throughout England and Scotland. Women and heavy machinery simply didn’t mix.

He did encounter women on occasion; there were a handful of women on his University course, though he had discovered that few had pursued traditional engineering jobs in later life. Women were in practice a rarity which made the situation which he now found himself in more uncomfortable.

His company distributed and maintained precision machine tools. The company on whose shop floor he was now standing had once been a well regarded if small, family owned engineering company, but to Peter it seemed it was reaching the end of the line. Read more »

“We’re Not Role-Playing”, Part One [MF, BDSM, Control, Intellectual, Foreplay, Oral, Anal]

"We're Not Role-Playing": A Story About 'Submission' Told in Two Parts

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Author's Note:

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I'll keep this brief. What follows is the story of a Man and a Woman* and their . It is as simple as that. Inspiration is credited to the lovely Bosslady24 and the gorgeous pictures on her account. Find her in the comments below if you'd like to see what I imagined when I wrote the character of the Woman.*

"We're Not Roleplaying" will be told in two parts. PM's regarding suggestions for *Part Two are always welcome and if I like your idea, I'll credit you for it in Part Two. Thanks for reading!*

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PROLOGUE: The Light-Switch, .i

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"Do you see the light-switch? Over by the mini-fridge." The Man pointed to the patch of wall-paper next to the hotel-room's TV. The Woman nodded, knowing silence would better express her submission than her words ever could.

The Man sat in the sofa-chair, holding a glass of Gin on the arm-chair and caressing the Woman's head, which rested against knee, with his free hand. Once or twice, the Man's large wedding-ring had caught in her hair, pulling it, but the Woman didn't mind much. She was curled-up around the Man's dress-shoes, arms around his ankles, legs spread out on the carpet. Read more »

Complete, original cyberpunk short story “Jizzemboweler” [mf] [anal]

[Warning: This story is not for everyone. If you do not enjoy the harder aspects of erotica, I respectfully submit, you may not enjoy this work.]

Jizzemboweler

Made in DNA

"Permission tat please."

The man smiled at the female security officer guarding the gate of the Floating World and nodded, "Of course." Unzipping his trousers, he pulled out his pecker.

She cupped his cock from underneath in a warm hand and placed her other atop the tattoo there. The scanner in her palm flashed a blue-white light outlining his dick.

He moved to redress, but the officer kept his dick in a firm hold. He froze. One wrong move and she'd send a thousand volts through it with her TEzer.

"Quite weighty." A trace of suspicion in her voice. She hefted several times, letting the meat slap against the flesh of her palm.

With cool, practiced calm, he blushed, "Ma'am. I do believe I'm flustered." The meat in her hand increased as the flow of blood brought on a partial erection.

She dropped his dick with a glare in her eye and signaled for him to dress. He did so, tipped his hat and started through the large, wooden gate. Read more »

Lola [m/sm]

Hey Reddit <3 Nikki Crescent here! I have another story here for you. I hope you like it, it's from my book, Lola. Let me know what you think!! :3

The elevator doors opened and Frankie led Lola down the hall towards his presidential suite. He unlocked, opened and held the door for the tall, dark beauty. She walked in and looked around impressed.

The warm, soft vibrant city lights danced their way into the expensive room, gracefully lighting the expensive furniture and Lola’s beautiful face.

“It’s beautiful,” Lola said as her eyes twinkled, reflecting the vibrant metropolis.

“It’s home—At least for the night.”

“Where’s your actual home?”

“New York City. I haven’t been home in almost a year though. Even when we’re recording, we’re in San Francisco.”

“Do you miss New York?”

“Yeah. It’ll be nice when the next big band comes along and we can go back to back to playing bars and colleges in New York. Those were good times,” Frankie said, walking into the room. “Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?” Read more »

Fucking my older sister’s boyfriend. [Mf] [anal]

Normally I hate Sundays, but this one just had a great feeling to it. I’d slept in till noon and not bothered to change into actual clothing, and why should I? Roommate’s out of town and my schedule’s blissfully empty. A day of lounging around my apartment in my panties before the semester begins is practically necessary.

I put the tea kettle on and pulled my sloppy ponytail loose, letting my thick, dark brown curls to fall past my shoulders in a tousle typical of a long night in bed. I had on some high school t-shirt that I’d cut the collar out of, providing generous glimpses of my sloping, pale collar bones and chest. That and a pair of black lacy panties that don’t quite contain the curve of my ass, but few panties do.

Just when my kettle began to whistle and I was pressed into the counter, reaching for a mug did I hear a knock at the door. I padded across the living room, barefoot atop the wooden floor to open the door, finding my sister’s boyfriend. I don’t know how Amy always got guys like this, but Dominick was my favorite so far. Tanned skin, dark brown hair in that artful sweep that’s just messy enough to assure you they didn’t try, a perpetual 5 o’clock shadow, and blue eyes. Swoon. Read more »