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Love To Hate [M+TG, hatefuck]

This is an extrapolation of a roleplay I am currently engaged in with /u/pewpew52. Credit is due to him for the opening back-and-forth!

Story continued in comments.

Having to put with Alex’s presence in the house was killing me. He was my step-brother, two years my junior, and to say that we didn’t get on would be an understatement. For years we had lived only to frustrate and torment each other, and though we had both moved out of home we still found it difficult to get along with one another. He’d made my life hell for a couple of years in particular, and I wasn’t of the mind to forgive him. So why, I hear you ask, was I enduring his presence once more? I shall tell you.

For the preceding eight months Alex’s father, Andrew, and my mother had been travelling around Europe, and we had both taken time off of work to greet them upon their return. We were to spend the week in their house, catch up, and hear all about their travels. Well… that was the plan. Typical of my mercurial mother, though, she and Andrew extended their stay by a week, which now left myself and Alex alone in the house together, and meant that I wouldn’t get to catch up with my mother for anything more than a weekend. Read more »

Lechomancer 3: The Sacrifice (M/F)(Oral)

Velvet was a club a few blocks from the university. As a student, Lisa had never come here. It was too loud, and the line of beautiful people not good enough to make it past the rope made her certain she wouldn’t be welcomed. But there she was, in one of the booths facing the dance floor, sipping gin and tonic through a bright pink straw.

Erin, her sister, had insisted they go out to celebrate her new job. After they had both finished work, they had met at Erin’s apartment to get ready. Erin had always treated Lisa like a doll, and loved dressing up her younger sister. On this evening, Lisa found herself in a tiny black dress that clung to her, and enormous cork wedges. Normally, she would have felt too self-consciences to let Erin push her out the door with that much leg or cleavage on display. However, when she looked at herself in the mirror, Lisa couldn’t help but think she wanted the Master to see her in this outfit. Erin had been ecstatic when Lisa agreed. Read more »

Wish Cums True Pt 4: Wife takes advantage [oral][FMMMM][buk]

Ever since my husband had his crazy wish granted, things have taken a very sexy turn. It's only been a few days, but in that time span, I've been constantly horny, we've had sex more than we had in the past year combined practically, and I've been working out like crazy. Every time I even walk briskly, it feels like I'm 80% to an orgasm. My body has changed too, to the point where everyone is looking at me and I'm just constantly aroused by all the attention and my pussy is swollen and dripping seemingly 24 hours a day. In short, I've become insatiable.

I was hot before the kids and time combined to soften my body a little bit, but now. . . My body is like a victoria's secret model, or a fitness model. My D cups have zero droop to them, they're so soft and supple but firm and bouncey, that I barely need to wear a bra anymore (and I often don't). Often, I no longer wear panties, simply because I'm so wet all the time that they would just be soaked and in the way. I find that I've been masturbating like 5 times a day at least, and even more if I can't fuck my husband Steve. Work has been kind of impossible, I can't concentrate in meetings and I'm constantly rubbing myself off under my desk. Read more »

Four Years is too long [mF, Oral, Mother in-law]

Have you ever been asked the question “if you awoke to someone sucking you off would you open your eyes to see who it was?” I had always laughed at the question. Never would I have thought that I would be placed into a situation of having to answer it. My mother in-law has always been a decent looking woman. Tall, thin, with a face that seemed ten years younger than her 47 years of age. She could go out with her daughters and at times be questions if they were all sisters. This is the curse I married into. To have an attractive divorcee who frequently came for visits.
She had just arrived for one of her usual visits. The three of us had gone out for dinner that first night her plane arrived in Nashville. After dinner we returned home opened a bottle of wine and enjoyed conversation in the living room. After the first bottle my lovely wife got up and said she was heading to bed because she had an early shift at the coffee shop in the morning. I offered to join her. “No you stay and hang out with mom more, I love you.” She said walking up the stairs. “Love you more!” I yelled after her. I got up and started opening another bottle and asked “more wine?” “Please.” Mom responded eagerly. We stayed up a few more hours talking over the wine. She had told me how glad that her daughter had met someone like me. How grateful she was that I was taking care of her daughter. Both my wife and I have been asking my mother in-law to move in with us to get her away from her ex-husband who was mentally draining her. I again reminded her of this. She said that she was thankful for the offer and she would think about it, slurring about half the words. At this point I was feeling pretty good but sleepy and kind of horny so I said I was going to head to bed. Wandering up the stairs with Mom following I could not get help but feel her eyes on me. Opening my bedroom door I looked back at Mom. She was standing in front of the guest room looking back at me. She looked a bit flustered as she quickly walked in and shut the door. I laughed to myself and walked into my room shutting the door and undressing. I started rubbing my hands gently over my wife’s sleeping body. She stirred and mumbled “not now, maybe in the morning.” Grumpily I rolled over. It took me awhile to get to sleep. I could not help but wonder what that look my mother in-law had on her face was just before she ran into her room. Thinking about this I drifted off to sleep. With the wine still heavy in my head I awoke to a cool hand caressing my manhood. As it started to stiffen I soon felt a burning hot mouth engulf it. This hastened the stiffening, pushing its self half way out of the moist mouth. Thinking to myself “man she actually held true to her word. It’s been forever since I have been woken up like this”. So I just lay back with my eyes closed enjoying the moment. As I lie there the wine started to loose its hold on me and I started to think. Didn’t the wife say she had to be at work early? At this thought the question popped into my head. Do I look or just lay back and enjoy? I could not help it, racing fantasies of my mother in-law came flooding into my head. I had to look. I risked half opening an eye.
To my surprise it was not my wife slobbering up and down my shaft. No the image I saw was that beautiful older woman staying with me for the week. She was stairing up at me stroking in time with the bobbing of her mouth up and down my shaft, wearing nothing but a pink thong. Shit! She saw me I thought quickly closing my eyes. That warm mouth left me as the hand continued to stroke up and down. “I know you’re awake.” She said. I opened my eyes fully and said “what on earth are you doing?” “You are so kind and it has been for ever since I have felt a man. All though you are a bit much more than I had imaged.” She said gesturing to her hand she could not fully wrap around my cock as she continued stroking. “No wonder the wife is so happy all the time.” She winked and proceeded to try and take all of me down her throat.
I laid back and just thought “now what?” Screw it she isn’t stopping and I have fantasized about this, might as well go with it. I thought to myself as I started running my hands up and down her smooth legs. She spread her legs some, never taking her mouth or and off my cock. I took the hint and moved my hand to her inner thigh and ran it upwards slowly. I reached her panties and started to rub her slit. At this I felt her moan and again feebly try to take all of me in her mouth. I don’t know what it is about having my dick sucked but my mouth started to water and crave the taste of pussy. I turned a little and reached my hands up hooking my thumbs around each side of her thong. Started sliding them down over that cute little ass, she moved her legs back together allowing me to slide them off. “I have to taste you.” I said as I started pulling her towards my face. She took the queue and moved unstill she was straddling my face on her hands and knees in the classic sixty-nine position.
I felt her hot sex just above my face, smelled that sweet musk. Noticing she was cleanly shaven, I don’t know why it surprised me; she always took care of herself, why should this area be any different. I started to run my tongue up and her slit. At this she removed her mouth and loudly moaned driving her hips back and grinding into my face. I reached up grabbing her by the hips drove my face deeper, stabbing my tongue into her. With a fierce renewal she eagerly attacked my cock with her mouth. Pulling back I resumed licking up and down her slit. Each time traveling from her clit and backwards just a bit further each time until I reached my goal. That little pink puckered area of flesh. I paused here for a moment to lick around and gently try to slip my tongue inside. I was too busy to notice that she had stopped sucking and had her head tilted back moaning gently rocking back and forth almost fucking my tongue with her ass. I stopped and coyly asked if she had ever had someone play with her asshole. “No, but it was so wonderful please done stop” again focusing her attention on my penis. I resumed my licking of her, all the while feeling that building tension in my balls. “I’m licking my mother in-law’s asshole and am about to cum in her mouth. This is better than I ever fantasized.” I thought to myself. I broke from her ass and said “don’t stop I’m about to cum.” With a new vigor she devoured my cock, drool dripping down to my balls. I exploded into her mouth. She never missed a beat, just kept sucking. Moving her hand down to my balls she started to massage them as though she was milking every last drop out of me. When I had finally stopped cumming she dismounted me and gave me a sly smile saying “feel better?” I was at a loss for words. Lips tingled and exhausted. That was hands down the best blowjob I had ever received in my 28 years of age. She walked out of the room and left me laying in the bed drool drenching me from tip to balls. She came back into the room holding a small plastic bottle. Looking at me she laughed “you’re not done yet stud. I have just begun with you.” She came over to the bed where I lay and squirted some of the bottle’s contents on to her hand. I realized it was lube when she started stroking me in an attempt to wake me up. I worked. I was at full mast when she stopped and climbed on top of me. It dawned on me then that I was about to have my mother in-law riding my cock. “It might be a bit of a squeeze with your size and the fact that nothing has been in me in over four years.” She said as she reached down and positioned my freshly lubed cock at the entrance to pussy. I felt my head part her lips as she slowly lowered herself on to me. When I say slowly I mean it. It was agonizing how low she engulfed me. Inch by inch she lowered down onto me. She did not lie, if it was not for the lube she never would have been able to sink down onto all eight inches of me let alone one. When she hit bottom she stopped and gasped “holy shit! You’re so big! I feel like I’m being torn open.” She rested for a minute before she started to rock her hips back and forth. The back and forth began to become up and down. Man this woman knew how to ride a dick. The bucking became her rising up to the point of almost falling out and promptly dropping back down. Her body started to glisten with sweat. I knew she was getting closer to her orgasm. I let her ride me until her body started to shake with that orgasm she longed for. This drove me crazy. The thought of my mother in-law cumming on my dick and the feel of that asshole tight pussy pulsing tighter and tighter on me drove me over the edge. “FFUUCCKKK!” I yelled as I started to dump my load into her. “YES CUM FOR ME! YESSS!” She screamed as my orgasm sent her into a second one. She collapsed onto my chest, both of us breathing heavily.
Once we caught our breath she detached herself from me and stood on shaky legs that threatened to give at any moment. Taking me by the hand she said “let’s go shower and get cleaned up before the wifey gets off work.” Holding my mother in-law’s hand I followed her into the bathroom and started the shower.

[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. Read more »

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. Read more »

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. Read more »

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." Read more »

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. Read more »

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. Read more »