The Renaissance of Lola [BDSM] [Non-con] [forced] [intruder] [one-off]

**Author’s note: this story plays a lot with the idea of consent and I just wanted to say that this does not indicate my true feelings about consent and anything that feels like anti-consent language is just meant as a fictional sort of roleplay. Consent is important, no means no and yes means yes. Moving on!**

Lola felt like she was just starting life, which is a strange thing to do at forty. She had lived her life up until that point with so many of the usuals—depression, anxiety, what have you—but the biggest issue was a total lack of self confidence. As a child, she began stressing about herself and her body and never quite stopped. By the time she was in her twenties, she didn’t like herself at all anymore. It may be necessary to point out that she was not ugly—she had never been ugly—but self-hatred is a strange thing. As a result, she refused to hear compliments and only felt insults. She wasn’t a virgin, not at that age, but she also missed out on so much. Her few sexual experiences had run the gamut from depressing to humiliating. When you hate yourself, you assume everyone else does too, so she only ever took up with people she thought were desperate enough to fuck her. This led to situations like fucking hideous people or spending time with assholes or, in one case, getting fucked in the middle of a party blindfolded, unsure of who had fucked her, believing that that is all she deserved.

Don’t Call Me Babe [M/F][Light BDSM, FWB]

This is my first erotic story, hope some people enjoy it!

Somehow I always ended up back here. Back to this feeling of regret and shame. How could I let myself crawl into his bed again? This happened so often he kept a toothbrush in his bathroom for the mornings afterward; where I’d brush my teeth in a haste; where I’d throw my freshly-fucked hair into a hot mess of a bun and get the hell out of his apartment as quickly as I had stumbled in.

It’s his charm, it always gets me. The way that he talks to me with his sweet pet names and sarcasm and the “I’ll take care of you” feeling he gives me. But he never follows through—at least not in any other sense than sex.

“Want a smoke?” Ashton asks me, knowing the answer already.

“I have to go.”

He laughs. “I know. You always have somewhere else to be.”

“I’m an important person who meets with important people,” I reminded him as I walked to the bathroom, picking up my clothes off the floor as I went. I saw him in the mirror watching my body move, but he wasn’t getting a round two from me this time.

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 62 Backdoor Dinner part 1 RVS & Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

His presence was felt even before he touched Clarissa’s face, before even the dastardly duo said a word. “Driver we are ready” was his first words in this.. The vibrating Sybian struck, “OooohOooohOooohOoooh ye.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh” having little time to prepare Clarissa rubbed her clit along it’s ribbed pad. Taking the chance that he was in front of her she leaned forward. Opening her mouth, “This is going to be the pre orgasm or..” Content to the stiff cock that glided in her mouth. Unable to move her arms due to the bracelet he gave her right after stroking her face. He leaned in and asked if she would put her arms behind her back. Feeling the slender chains as each link was teasingly run over her stomach, up between her breasts, then across her chest it was all Clarissa could do not to cum right there. The feel of the delicate links as Mr. Zander, Cain looped the bracelet around her wrists. Forcing his massive cock into Clarissa’s mouth, at this angle the slightest bump and “OooOoooOoooo OooOoooOoooo..” Clarissa was going to deep throat before this night was over. Rubbing her clit just felt so good even on the unforgiving Sybian she just had to do it again. “Mmm (bobbing up and down, allowing his cock to slip further into her mouth) Mmm Mmm.. (Oh fuckkk here it cums aga..) OooOoooOoooo (deeper yes deeper you can do it) OooOoooOoooo (Oh fuckkk I am never going to quit cuming) OooOoooOoooo (your almost there just.. Oh fuckkk gather up my hair) OooOoooOoooo (can I squirt..) OooOoooOoooo (pound my face like I’m the cheap whore you just picked up)” swallowing hard not only cause she had to butt to give him more enjoyment. “Wait do I have.. Oh fuck I do (rocking her clit hard back as the Sybian vibrated another devastating orgasm from her slender frame).. yes read what my collar says” still not making Clarissa go balls deep just enough to gag her. The Vibraphone rings, “Ohhh Ohhh.. Ohhh Ohhh..” Releasing Clarissa’s head, allowing her to cough up Mr. Zander’s cock. “We are here Sir” came the muffled sound of the driver. The Sybian stopped the instant the phone was hung up even though Clarissa was in the middle of a orgasm. “We are here my pet” brushing the stray hairs for her face. The incredibly intoxicating feel of the island winds as they cut though Clarissa’s cum, whirling around her very clit and chilling the juice ridden cunt. A gentle hand took her by the shoulder, pulling her sweet slit from the Sybian. The first step into the fresh air, quickly following the click of the other heel. The hush over the crowd was apparent, “Where are we” Clarissa wondered. The smells of collage life had disappeared along with the limo. A gentle hug as Cain Zander started to walk pulling Clarissa tightly by his side. The sounds of cement to carpet to tile where apparent especially to the well trained ears of a Sub. Butt this is where things got interesting he stopped, releasing her from his comforting hug, leaving her to stand there and shiver. The rush of wind as the same gentle man threw Clarissa over his shoulder. Carrying her to what ever fate this evening had in store, his hand fondling her ass. Squeezing, caressing every aspect of her bum, just her bum not her aching pussy, her swollen clit, no just her barely there seat. Letting a small moan escape from her lips, only seemed like the right thing to do. Especially when the spankings came down, landing on her asshole with devastating precision. “Cum on now hold back the cum.. don’t cuuum Ah Ah.. do.. c..m Oh Oh” the rush of air sent Clarissa’s head spinning as the orgasm slipped past her guard. “Your waitress will be with you in a moment Sir and madam” the maître d’ advised, hearing his clicking as he made his way off to the next patron. Tucking her knees under her, Clarissa wiggled her ass while taking in the sent of the place. The strong smell of leather emanating from the wide bench where he placed her. “Mmm, I like leather (purr, there is many advantages of being a woman especially one who has the ultimate say on what goes into her body or what cums out)” that vibration made the fresh cum bead up along her lips. Pulling her back not by the hips, tits or shoulders butt by her collar in which he attached a leash to without her knowledge. “Fuck Mmm Mmmm.. now” wanting the smack her clit butt this turn of events had her twisted for this came out of her mouth, “OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Grinding down hard, raking her clit back hard on his cock as once again she was his fuck doll this evening. “Please play with my.. my.. no no no control your orgasms.. Ah take a deep Ooooh Ooooh fuckkk yesss” ran through Clarissa’s mind as her ability to think was diminishing. The feel of him massaging her asshole made her cunt tighten up, her heart rate increases. Hearing the pounding of her cunt slapping against his cock. “Please.. please take me from behind, quit teasing my..” the shock of hot wax fried her mind as it dripped down her back. Was it the pain, the surprise or the pleasure Clarissa was not sure butt her passion was there, burning to take this to the next level. “..my asshole, please take it Ooo Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh” unable to stave off any more orgasms the next one rolled through her body like the tsunami that was spawned.

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 61 Dinner Date Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

“There is this feeling you get when you walk in on people talking about you” Clarissa mused. “Is everything (giving Pixel and Angie a side ways glance) ok” was that a question or a statement? Clarissa stomach was knotting up. “I’ll.. (I could not move my feet fast enough) be in (closing the door) here getting ready” Clarissa darted into the moaning room. Perched by the door with her ear pressed against the door, “I don’t hear either of them (Pixel can stifle a moan butt Angie can’t cuz I have gave her enough of them) cuming.” Feeling her own pussy, “Fuck I’m so wet” running her hand down between her lips. “No I must save myself for Cain (does think about someone that get you wetter still count as waiting) tonight” hearing the whisper of her work clothes hit the floor, the snap of her bra and well no panties today (cuz that would have just been in the way). Turning the pewter nipples of hot and cold to get the water to the perfect temperature. Looking into the mirror, “Why would he (squeezing her tits together) want to take me (pinching both nipples at the same time till each stood at attention) to dinner?” Staring back was a well endowed blonde country girl with hair that hung like silk down to her waist. Stepping into the shower, the water sprayed down shrouded by the steam. Shutting her eyes as the water pelted Clarissa’s skin, “Mmm, this feels so good. It’s almost like hands cupping my.. Ooooh” falling back into tits as the hands groped her breasts. “Some how I knew you would need some (a third hand stroked Clarissa’s pussy) help getting ready” Angie whispered into Clarissa’s ear, squeezing both tits simultaneously. The feeling of Angie’s hands wrapped around, squeezing, caressing Clarissa’s tits. Pixel wanted to do more then just cop a feel. Slipping two fingers into Clarissa’s pussy, thrusting them hard as been rewarded with Clarissa’s own lube. “My fuck is she wet” Pixel bragged taking a stiff nipple as thanks. “What are yOoo Ooo Ooooh fuckkk.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh” bucking hard wouldn’t even begin to cover the reaction that spasmed from Clarissa’s body. “Ooooh fuckkk Mmm.. Ooooh f.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” being tag teamed by the Queen of dominance and Pixel had it’s advantage. One, “OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Clarissa’s body quaked as Pixel finger banged Clarissa’s swelling cunt. Totally forgetting the cold tile that touched Clarissa’s back as she was offered a sweet cum filled pussy. Wrapping her arms around Angie’s legs while attacking her clit. “Yes yesss Oh fuck yesss..” hearing this butt not knowing which mouth it came out of as both Clarissa and Angie both climaxed at the same time. Both their body’s bucked in sync with one another. Pulling Angie down so Clarissa’s tongue could reach further into her sweet slit. Taking Clarissa’s feet (which Pixel had folded on them selves) Angie started to suck on her toes. “My fuck what is going on? My pussy is cuming in over drive! Wait what.. Ooooh fuckkk (yeh my body is quaking, bucking, spasming, contorting all around Pixel’s tongue.. in my asshole)” the last part, did that cum out or still in Clarissa’s head?
“Alright, have we got her” Pixel asked Angie. “Personal I think she look super hot with the blindfold on butt yeh we got her” Angie agreed, “and it’s sex to sex.” Hearing the clap of a high five and the draft of the front door. “She is all yours Mr. Zander” as the voices of Angie and Pixel faded from ear shot.

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 60 Boner Airways Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

“Good morning this is Clarissa Love cuming at you from Lost Orgasm Airport to announce..” Clarissa and Angie where the Jr. news team to beat.
Earlier that day
“Good morning class” Mrs. Donavon began just like every time before. “For today’s ‘ass’ignment I want each team to grab a camera and follow your intuition” looking at the new sitting arrangement where every eye was focused on who the speaker is, in this case Mrs. Donavon. “I am no fool, I know you (spinning around with her finger pointed) have been out side these walls. I also know that you do have opinions about the way certain things are” her eyes still spinning around to see if anybody had that same spark that drove her, Mrs. Donavon and her nerdy companion, Mr. Outts a early and commanding lead over the other students of her class. “Mmm, not even a glimpse into the future for any of you?” Was she grandstanding or looking for a reason to promote the next News Anchor? “I think it is time to let you (spinning with her finger pointed straight out) know this is your performance review. If you want to stay in this news outlet then prove it! Show me some award winning footage” Mrs. Donavon was finished with her ‘ass’ignment. “Oh, one last thing, the team who makes me the wettest” singing that last verse with eagerness to cum.
“So what now? I do have my bicths butt nothing that is news worthy” Angie let out a long sigh, “still nothing.. wait what are you cuming up with or do I want to know?” Angie was still a little flustered about Clarissa’s wicked grin. “Cum on. I have a idea” Clarissa said walking out of the dorm. “Am I going to lick this idea of yours? Never mind I don’t (having a flashback orgasm from last night) want to know” the doubt Angie had about her best subs nose for a story is tenuous at best.
Later that day
“.. the first F.F.A., First Fucking Airport. Behind these sliding doors is three airline companies each with the guarantee that you will be fucked!” Clarissa choose today to break the news to Silk Stocking today, the day that Boner Airways is thrusting it’s way into the island life. “I know 69 Airlines and Kitty Airways are at the forefront of fucking comfort butt this newest airline might make for some stiff compaction. We shall get the story laid out with the crowning head of Boner Airways just after the spanking official thrusting them into the annals of this island.” Walking backwards the hole time, never once turning around to see if she was going to trip or collide with a fellow traveler. “Excuse me Mr. Zander.. Mr. Zander this is Clarissa Love cuming at you from Beaver Rewards and the Jr News Agency. What can we the people of this most fuckable island expect from Boner Airways and it hard thrusting flights?” There it is all laid out even with a shocked Angie behind the camera. The mic standing like a early morning erection between Clarissa and Mr. Zander. “That was a most orgasmic spanking that you gave butt I’m pretty sure the people of this island would like you to go down on them with answers, wouldn’t you?” Clarissa Love, what a name cuz at this point the only love out here was her name. Putting his hand over the mic to muffle the sound, “I’ll give you a exclusive interporn if you will join me for dinner. “Ah, the things I do (fuck, I just came again) for the news” played in Clarissa’s mind. A slight nod from Miss Love, “Here at Boner Airways, the only thing you will have to worry about is how loud your next orgasm is going to be. You will get your sexual preference filled up when you buy a ticket, with are the cheapest on this island. Our plans run on the combined juices of the entire flight so don’t be afraid to squirt your cum. Unlike our competition we would much rather clean up a dirty plane then see you leave with a dirty mind and needing some to get you back to your naughty self” Cain Zander finished his award winning spanking with his award winning speech. Turning to leave the scene something had ahold of his cock. “So I guess Boner Airways is a real hard thrusting experience then” Clarissa was beating him off to prove that she intended to hold true to her end of the bargain. “If you don’t quit then I’ll.. I’ll fuckkk (taking a deep breath) … cum.. …” Mr. Zander begged butt Clarissa was standing in front of him again. “And I’ll swallow” dropping to her knees as the beating continued. “No, no.. not Ooo fuckkk yes.. Ooo Ooo yesssssssss” not being able to handle the Clarissa jacking. Taking a deep breath, claiming his nerves butt Clarissa was still fist pounding his cock. Grabbing the railing to steady him, closing his eyes and imagining Miss Love swallowing his long over due load of cum. “Ohhh Ohhh y..s Ohhh Ohhh dam fucking.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh” his load started with two little squirts butt with Clarissa’s other hand massaging his nuts she knew he had a lot more to give. Catching his entire load in her mouth, Clarissa’s hand kept jacking him off till not one drop of cum was left. Staring up at him, waiting for him to get his vision back. Gargling with his cum, showing him that all of his sack was emptied in her mouth, Clarissa swallowed it all in one big gulp. “Don’t step there cuz I came too. See you tonight at sex sexy” slapping him on the ass as Clarissa returned to Angie. “Did we get it all?” Clarissa asked her. “Holy fuck, did you just swallow his jism?!” Angie was flustered immensely, “Yeh, we got it all, not one drop escaped your mouth!” Reaching forward, grabbing Clarissa’s hand, “We are done.. cum on let’s go. I need you to Ahh.. lick the shit out of my cunt till I squirt.. something I have not been able to do in.. forever! Butt you will lick, suck, nibble and finger fuck me till I fucking squirt” dragging Clarissa out of the airport and back towards home.

Rope and pain, exploring how kinky I am [FM] [Mild BDSM]

>Pre-note, skip if you want the juicy stuff:
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>I have been in non-monogamous relationships since 2014. Am now 34, married, swinger and I like to write. Most of the stories are my experiences, wherever I can I’ll try to alter them to make them better. And maybe I get inspired to write about my fantasies.

**Setting**: I met a nice Dominant at a munch. We’ve started sending pm’s afterwards through the site where we found the munch. After some pm’s he asked if I wanted to come over. More about the first encounter here: [First time being a bondage bunny](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ih6wxf/first_time_being_a_bondage_bunny_f28_mild_bdsm/)

This was the second time I went to his home and this time we went further…

He opens the door and guides me through. We start talking while walking into the livingroom. I’m a bit anxious, I have no idea if this is going to be like last time or totally different. Halfway through my sentence he starts kissing me passionately. And as suddenly as he started he stops again and with a serious face he says: “Sorry, you were telling about your week.”

Special ops cadet part 2 [BDSM] [captivity] [food porn] [orgasm control] [reward/punishment]

(Reading part one is not really required)

Dr. Reno’s footsteps echoed across the lab. Yuna pressed herself into the far wall of the cage. The chill metal rungs indented into her face. His lab coat rustled as he walked past again and her eyes winced closed. “Breath, just breath,” her thoughts chanted. Heat radiated from every inch of her body and her face started to bead with sweat. She clutched the rungs once more and exhaled in discomfort. Dr. Reno’s footsteps halted and turned toward her.

The cage door unlatched and Yuna’s chest fluttered with quickened breath. Her balled up form took up a minuscule percentage of the large 8×7 foot cage. His creaky leather shoes approached steadily and he bent down beside her. Her heart thrashed against her chest. With a small click of his pen, her face was flooded with light. “Shhh, it’s ok,” he said calmly, and reached to move aside her hair behind her ear. The light’s angle shifted and his gloved hand pulled at her lower right eyelid, “Perfect, it’s holding this time,” he said muttering to himself. Yuna’s body shook in its feverish heat. As his hand receded, her head sunk back into its ball. “I know, don’t worry, you’ll be through this part soon.” He said gently petting the top of her head. He exited securing the latch. Papers were swiftly gathered and in a moment the lab door closed behind him. She sat in the quiet empty lab attempting to hold herself together.

Reclamation: Part 1 [a dark story about abduction, CNC, bdsm, and slave training of a former FWB]

**Epilogue**

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I had met this amazing woman in college. She was sexy. She was insatiable. She was a gateway to kink. No matter how hard I tried I could not find boundaries with her; “no” just wasn’t in her vocabulary. There were things I didn’t even want but ended up doing for just to see if she would call my bluff. She never did. 

To me she was a drug. The way she smelled, the way she felt, how she tasted, the things she could do, the noises she made, the orgasm she could give me; being with her was a high unlike anything else. And it went both ways – Enough time apart and we’d just start to crave sex with each other. A strong relationship takes more than just sex, and unfortunately it was clear the other facets of a relationship would never work for us. Still it took nothing to end up in bed with each other, or a backseat, or a church, or a mall changing room… We had an off and on again relationship for years that I’d characterize as the best sex that’s been had on earth.  

The Story of Cunt II: Day Seven [last day] [BDSM] [public] [forced] [humiliation] [MF/FF]

Cunt knew that today would be different. How did she know that? Well, for one thing, she was definitely about to be arrested. On what charges? Well, the cops weren’t being forthcoming, as usual, but among their rambling, she heard indecent exposure and vagrancy. She tried to explain that she wasn’t a vagrant and that she was only exposing herself if you stick your face down her dress. The cop who was the visual personification of roid rage clearly didn’t appreciate this, because he quickly pushed his way up to the front and quickly flipped her over and cuffed her hands behind her back. Fuck! Cunt didn’t drive in her usual life, so she didn’t know how to flirt her way out of a ticket, let alone an arrest, so she just had to accept that she was being arrested when she found herself in the backseat of a cop car.

The roid rage cop and his buddy got into the car and began driving. What Cunt didn’t seem to realize was that they were simply driving in circles. If she had known that, she would have thought of a backup plan, but right now, assuming she was about to end up in a prison cell, Cunt went with her only option.

The Story of Cunt II: Day Six [BDSM] [public] [humiliation] [forced] [MF/FF]

**Author’s note: my sincerest apologies, my lovelies. I somehow forgot about my new life as a pornographer and didn’t get day six out yesterday, as I had planned. Hopefully we can get through this without the need for a beating or spanking, but if it has to be, it has to be! Here’s day six!**

Cunt awoke to two things: a terrible smell and a hand on her crotch. She could have let the second go, assumed it was a psychosexual dream that was taking on physical properties, but that smell was like nothing she had ever dreamed before. She opened her eyes to see from where the smell was emanating. To her absolute annoyance, it was a recognizable face: it was that old pervert who had previously tried to grope her. She stood up, ready to yell at him to fuck off, but she felt so down and so desperate to get off that she just went with it.