[mf] Night time [fantasy]

First part: Dreaming of a nymph.

I don't know how but yesterday I was in my bed and a gorgeous forest nymph materialized in my room, out of nowhere. She stripped out of her tiny clothes and gave me an amazing blowjob. She just said that she was thirsty. I am now wondering if there is a way to call for her and have her again in my room.

So I had this idea, I went to my room and turned all lights off. I got naked in the dark and sat on a chair. Legs wide enough to be comfortable. I closed my eyes and began to think of that nymph. While I was thinking about yesterday I could not help but to grab my cock with my right hand and start to slowly stroke it. At some point I smelled something sweet in the air, I opened my eyes and she was there, the nymph. Or, I believe it was her, as she looked so different from yesterday, pink hair and furry outfit. "I can look any way I want" she said, like she could somehow read my thoughts.

The Adventures of Dennis Part 4: Stains (part 1 of 2)

At the end of the year parties at school, everybody gets their pick: either an attic in the woods, a dorm at school, or some sketchy basement. I was happy to choose the sketchy basement of my pal John and his girlfriend Lisa. They had a nice house down the hill from campus. It was June—college for us lets out late—and it was about 95 degrees. The party was obviously going to be crazy. What I did first was drink five beers by myself in my dorm. I walked down to their house by myself singing something loudly. I wore my black tank top and kahki jeans. I flexed my arms as I walked and saw that, thankfully, two weeks of not going to the gym had not really decreased my muscles. I was walking alone and singing and not caring about the occasional person giving me a funny look because I did not want to feel lonely. I was, after all, alone. Renee had decided to go to her friend’s film screening. I think she was mad at me. When I got to the house I said hi to everybody fairly quickly and was immediately offered a pot brownie. I took it. The last time I’d eaten a pot brownie I’d hated it; I was sick and vomited. I was in a mood to take my chances again. I talked with John for a while about our Semiotics class and how glad we were to be done with it. I don’t think I came across as too wrecked, although maybe that was just me. I spotted a few girls dancing awkwardly in a group to Miley Cyrus. They cackled when one of them tripped. They were also munching on pot brownies. I wearily made my way towards them. I leaned against the wall, throwing the rest of my brownie in the trashcan. I chose to just stare at the girl who had tripped. He hair was died a messy orange—you could still see her original brown hair color encroaching on her head—and she didn’t say much. She had on a denim jacket and wore black fishnet stockings with a preppy gray skirt. Weird, weird fashion sense. She noticed me staring at her and smiled and looked away. I kept staring, occasionally yelling something back at John. She looked over at me again, a little cock-eyed, but still, she smiled again. When she noticed me still staring at her for a third time, she whispered something to her friend and walked to me. “Hi, Amelia.” She said it like it was a diagnosis. She didn't hold out her hand. I shook it anyway. “Like Amelia Bedelia?” “What?” “Didn’t you read when you were a child?” “Um…yeah, but…” “You sure? You’re not illiterate? Maybe kind of a low IQ?” “What?” “I mean, I saw you almost fall on your ass back there. There’s only two possibilities. You’re high out off your gourd, or you need to pay a visit to the dum-dum store.” I tapped her on the forehead. “Pick one.” She just looked at me, uncomfortable. “I’m only joshing you,” I said, giving my best sensitive smart guy laugh. “Come on. Let’s dance.” “I am really smart,” she said. “But I’m not a great dancer. And I’m sure you’re complete shit.” “We’ll see,” I said.

Curiosity made Daphne a new pussy, and Betty a new baby. [Part 9 of 9] [trans]

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You're ready.

You want Master to release inside you. You want to cum on his cock; to feel those sensations you didn't have before. Before you took the drug. You feel grateful, for those sensations of lust inside of you. You want to feel Master's cock spurting into you, impregnating you with his seed.

You move forward, to kiss Master on the mouth. You're full of passion, and Master, very surprisingly, caves in. Soon, you embrace him, passionately caressing his back; your tits grazed against his toned chest, as he moved his hands down toward your ass, your wet little slit.

"Betty," he says, pulling away from you. His breath is warm, gentle. "I love you, Betty. Bear my child for me."

You gently pushed Master onto the bed; you caress Master's warm, toned abs. His invitation for you to bear his child made you feel even more aroused.

Changes of mind and body. [Part 8 of ???] [trans] [BD]

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previously:

Esther and Samantha, wanting Wendy's special privileges, got themselves into a nasty surprise, when they find a butler in the room with Wendy…

"You will become a girl, like us."

The butler shuddered when he took the pill. His vision doubled for a while, then it cleared and refocused. It was as though something powerful was taking hold of him. Something… feminine.

"What's your name?" Wendy asks. Her hand cupped his chin, and she turned him to look into her. With her other hand, she grabbed Esther's blonde head, still bobbing up and down her strap-on. Esther was relentless; she hated Wendy, but she knew pleasing her would make Master happy.

"My name is… my name… is… Daniel…" the butler replies, a little woozy from the drug.

"You're Daphne now. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Don't pretend you don't like it. It's what you wanted anyway. Master told me all about you."

Wish Cums True Pt 3: The Massage [Threesome (MFF), Cumplay, HJ, Mast, Oral]

Wish Cums True Pt 3 [Writer’s note: for those who tl;dr part 1 or part 2, I made a wish in a dream to be able to physically and mentally change myself and others. As a result, I went from a tall out of shape dad to a sexy hot model type with an insatiable lust for sex. Here is part three, where I start to really have fun!]

Now that I had the blessings of my wife, it was time to have some more fun with my powers. I thought about what to do, and where to go, and then I remembered Carrie. About a year ago I hurt my back playing basketball and I had to get physical therapy to get it fixed. Part of my physical therapy regimen was getting a massage every 2 weeks. My physical therapist recommended a massage spa across town and I went and saw Carrie for 12 sessions over 6 months.

I called up the spa and made and appointment and asked specifically for Carrie. The girl who answered said that the only appointment she had left was her last of the day at 4pm, so I booked an hour and tried to think of how I would get through the rest of the day until my appointment.

Mindless domination.

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Your pussy throbs painfully, from the abuse with the vibrator.

You passed out from the cycles of pleasure and pain. One moment, you were feeling the buzzing of the vibrator attack your lady bits, the other, you felt nothingness, a sheen of black overcome your body, as you collapsed from exhaustion.

You are still in the dark room, however. You feel the cold breeze of the dark room over your exposed breasts; the cold concrete tile on your back. That's when you realise – you're naked again.

No more pesky skirts I suppose you think. Your wrists are sore from the cuffs, and small lacerations pepper the delicate skin around your wrists. You are free from the cuffs; but the cuffs has been replaced by a collar around your neck, chained to the wall.

Something warm and sticky flows out of your pussy. You dip your fingers, now free from the cuffs, into the warm and sticky mess, and you sniff it.

It is tangy; an iron stench pervades your nostrils.

My first time with a very shy woman (Part 2)

At first, I run my tongue up the length of your pussy, slowly making my way to your clit. I let the tip of my tongue glide over your swollen clit. Your taste makes me weak and I take a deep breath – warm air rushes over your clit. Finally, I take your clit into my mouth – rhythmically sucking and licking your clit. As I feast on you, I gently brush the fingers of right hand across your inner thigh using only my fingertips. With my fingers reaching the outer edges of your pussy, I slowly tease every fold with the tip of my middle finger. I shift to being gentle with your clit – slowly and deliberately flicking my tongue in various directions – making you want to beg me to take it back in my mouth. Gradually, I work one finger inside of your pussy – in a circular motion first teasing the inner wall – then turning my wrist over so the pad of my middle finger can lightly massage your g-spot. Slowly I glide a second finger inside of you, both now massaging your g-spot – at the same time as I devour your clit. The reaction of your body turns me on – your pussy is soaking wet, your body is writhing with pleasure, and I can feel your muscles tense up as you move towards having an orgasm. With your legs spread far apart, the mixture of your cum and my saliva flows down the length of your. Your legs begin to shake and you grab onto my left hand and squeeze as you come to the edge of orgasm. At the last possible second before you release a tsunami of pleasure from between your legs, I remove my fingers from inside of you and release your clit from my mouth. The anticipation of an intense orgasm has you breathing heavily and as I stop, you take in a deep breath wondering, “why?”

First cuckold kiss, The taste of betrayal

This is the story of the second time I was cuckolded. This was about 8 or 9 months after my first experience as a cuckold. Me and Rylee had broken up. I had gotten kicked out of our school. She started going out with this older kid who had choked me unconscious in the hallway once during a fight. The whole school knew they were fucking. Honestly he was probably fucking her while we were dating. I was still a virgin, she had never let me get farther then 3rd base. The closest thing id ever gotten to sex was cumming on Rylees feet and leg while she was passed out after she had just let another boy fuck her on my bed.

But life goes on, I started to go to a new school. The school that Rylee had just transferred from to go to the school I had just been kicked out of. So incidentally she had a lot of friends at that school. I started going out with a going out with a girl named Sierra.

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The babysitter KNEW i wanted to fuck her [Mf]

Jennifer and I had not had a date night in nearly 4 months. Jared, our two-year-old son, had the tendency to scream throughout the night never giving us any alone time. We finally got in touch with an experienced babysitter referred to us by one of Jennifer’s friends of this 19-year-old named, Monica.

Our date night had finally arrived, in reality; we didn’t want dinner, just a place to fuck in peace. I had not touched my wife in months and my body was aching to be on top of and behind hers. Her excuse was always the same, ‘you try taking care of Jared and see how tired you get!’ This usually ends up leaving me frustrated and horny.

“You ready, Mark?” I heard her call out of the bathroom.

I was going through some of the naked pictures she used to send me to get myself excited. I definitely was ready to pounce on her and spend the whole night doing my sexual duties as her husband.

“Yeah Jen, I think the sitter should be here soon too,” I called back.

Mindless despair.

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ooooooooooohhhh… the man groans, as he buries his face in between your tits. You feel him spurt inside of you, and you come; your contractions tightening around his cock, milking it for what he's worth. Your pussy clenches around him, as though you don't want to let him go.

But you know what you did was wrong. You know you're a bad little girl. As you feel his breath on your sensitive, wet boobs, you think of what Master would think of you if he saw cum dripping down your sad, sorry cunt.

He holds onto you for a few more seconds; you try to fight him off, but he dumps all of his load inside of you. The cum sloshes around you as you move. His penis shrinks – it's weird how penises shrink like that, you think, and he pulls himself out of you, slumped on the carpet floor.