Girl Can’t Help It: Part Two [MF/FF/ Voyeur/Incest]

(Warning: Heavy Themes of Mind Break and Non-C*ns*nt)

Vanessa just wanted to get her older sister back, and get the hell out of here. A few days ago, they thought they were just getting the blackmail material on a local rich pervert, but they never expected things to be this insane. Dozens of women were enslaved in this compound, and horrifyingly, none if them seemed interested in escaping.

Female guards flanked her sides, both of them in bdsm leather. They had told her they were escorting her to Milly, but she found that hard to believe. There definitely had to be some sort of trick or trap here.

The guards opened up a door, and shoved her in. The room was extravagant, with several couches surrounding a bed at the center of the room. Her jaw dropped when she saw what was on the bed.

Milly was sprawled out, her skin glistening from sweat. She was wearing lingerie with heart shaped cut outs over her nipples, letting then poke out for anyone to see. Her panties had a similar heart shape cut out at the back, showing off a sizable part of her ass.

Blackmail 30 – Sex Boutique Pt 2 (F, blackmail, fiction)

I can’t believe I let my *admirer* talk me into this. And for what some money a week just so he can use me and embarrass me at every corner?

Ok I may have enjoyed being used.

Who was I kidding I FUCKING *LOVED* IT!!!!

Just having a man fuck me in so many weeks if not months since I’ve let any guy fuck me this much let alone unload so much cum into my pussy.

I mean yes the money is what made me initially agree to this level of debauchery but I never expected to have this much fun.

Though at the moment I really **really** wish I had brought my tackle box of makeup for this but no my dumb ass went minimalistic and worn a damn see thru tight dress that was almost not a dress.

At least he was smart enough to get me a mask for my *Mary Tasty* persona.

So with me in a sex boutique and apparently a decent sized crowd waiting for a special appearance of *Mary Tasty* I excused myself to the bathroom and try to freshen up.

Professional Blackmailer gets turned into a cheap bar piss dumpster. [MMMF] [Throat Fucking] [Watersport’s] [Humiliation] [Bondage] [Non Con]

Claras mouth gagged as the stench of Urine, alcohol, and smoke filled her nostrils. Her eyes watered as the 7 inch member lodged inside her throat refused to give way as her nose pressed against the pubic hair of a stranger she never met before.

This had been Claras life for the past 2 weeks. Two weeks since her life of luxury had been flipped upon its head and she became nothing more then a mere cum and piss dumpster for greasy old men in this dingy old bar.

Prior to this she was a Con artist, and a damn good one at that. She prided herself on her seduction skills and her ability to con any man out of each and every dollar in his pocket. Her most recent endeavor was spiking mens drinks at a local bar and bringing them back to hotels with her.

By the time they’d reach the hotel room they would pass out before even being able to take her top off. Clara would simply smile in satisfaction as she stripped her victim and searched their pockets for any and all cash they had.

The Ad [MF][ADULTERY] – Part 2 of ?

PART 1 is HERE:

The Ad [MF][ADULTERY] – Part 1 of ? from eroticliterature


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I returned back from my walk, gave the dog his post walk treat, laid back down on the couch and drifted off to sleep. I hadn’t forgotten about my ad, but I did my best to disassociate myself with it. Like I convinced myself that it was just some silly fantasy or game, and I didn’t actually submit it. That did the trick – when you’re in a situation like mine, your fantasies can become pretty damn convincing. I don’t know how well I slept, but I did sleep. At least some, and I know that because I was awakened by a text from James, at around 5 am. “Up for a little fishing? Cousin said they were biting pretty good at dusk. Let’s hit the dawn bite.”

“Yeah man I can do an hour or two – I’ll bring the yaks, see you in 30”

Punishing an errant slave (Part 5)

Christy was whimpering when I opened the door. Megan had gone further than I intended in getting her ready. She was wearing the harness I requested, but also bound with her hands behind her back and arms tied at the elbows. She was kneeling on the hardwood floor in a corner, facing away from me and gagged from the sound of things. Christy’s position prevented her from seeing the collection of tools I’d had Megan prepare as well.

Megan and I stood her up and turned her back towards the rest of the room and watched her eyes widen at the sight of everything collected for use on her. There were cups and clamps with weights, an anal hook, several dildos covered in uncomfortable sharp nubs, inflatable plugs of various lengths, a sturdy riding crop, lengths of rough hemp rope, some resistance bands, and at the end, a cattle prod.

Caught in the Office – Caught masturbating in the office by a young client. [exhib] [voyeurism]

In the peak of the heat of summer the mercury had risen to a sweltering 37 degrees. The air conditioning in the office had broken and the sweat was running off my body. I had been finishing up some paperwork while waiting for my last client to arrive. It was already well past five and the office was long since deserted.

When the paperwork was done I headed to the office door and pushed it closed. I had obviously been stood up. It was nothing new, actually it happened quite frequently. People forget that I have a life too and I don’t sit and wait for them to call. I dropped back into my chair and reached for the computer.

I thought I would give my client five more minutes or at least until I read a couple of stories from this hot erotic story site I had found. I searched through the new story list eager to find something that struck my fancy or other areas. It was then that I found it, a story about a girl who liked to flash and tease guys in public. A casual flash from under her skirt revealed her lack of panties and modesty. This type of story started a nice warm little fire deep inside me.

The Problem of Three Little Virgins Pt1. [Mf][Cons]

Saturday, 11:00am, precisely. The doorbell rang. James was puzzled, who would be visiting him at this time, Girl Scouts? He saw silhouettes in the stained glass panels of the door, but he couldn’t see who it was. He opened the door, saying “Hi-” he looked and it was his niece, Hope, with two of her friends.

“Hi Uncle James,” Hope said, cheerily, “We were going to a friend’s place, and thought you might be a little lonely as Aunt Cass is stuck in Birmingham for a few weeks. Thought we would cheer you up!”

Hope barged her way in and the other two followed her. “Uncle James, this is Peta and this is Alex, friends of mine.”

“Hi ladies,” he said, “This is a surprise, wasn’t expecting you.”

“Yeah, I know,” Hope said, “Just rang mom and left a message, telling her where we were. Thought it had been a while since I saw you, so here we are.”

James was going to be busy a little later, so wasn’t worried about them being here and for the next twenty odd minutes, they made small talk, with Peta and Alex getting to know Hope’s uncle. The conversation died a little and it was then that Hope asked her uncle, the big question.

How the World Works Now | Part 2 | [Post-apocalyptic] [Creampie] [Slave] [Collar] [Blackmail] [Non-con]

*hey guys!* [the previous part to this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o9476t/how_the_world_works_now_postapocalyptic_blackmail/) *had a great reception and i’m hoping you’ll all enjoy this part just as much! i’m thinking of writing a part 3, so if you have any idea ideas on what Erin’s fate should be, please send them my way!*

*WARNING: the story contains theme’s of forced sex and non-consensual sex. it is completely fictional and i do not condone the acts portrayed .*

It had been a month since I had taken Erin in. A month since she’d gagged on my cock in the grocery store. A month since her pussy of a boyfriend had left her. A month since she had agreed to come with me.

She hadn’t known what I had planned for her, of course. She’d believed me when I said all wanted was a daily blowjob. You should have seen her face when I took her down to my shelter—she was so nervous, shaking like a shitting dog. And then as I led her into my bedroom, her eyes flashed with fear as she spotted the makeshift collar attached to my bedpost.

How the World Works Now | [Post-apocalyptic] [Blackmail] [Blowjob] [Facefuck] [Swallow] [Rough] [Probably non-con]

*hey! it’s been ages since i posted a story… i’ve been super busy with other stuff in my life and just had no time to sit down and write! but i’m back with another rough non-con story! this one is actually* [*based off of a submission i posted*](https://www.reddit.com/r/CelebWouldYouRather/comments/o7zkeo/choose_your_postapocalyptic_harem/) *to* r/CelebWouldYouRather*… so please go check that out of you’re interested!*

***WARNING***: *like with most of my stories, this story contains themes of misogyny and rough sex. i do not condone the acts portrayed.*

I came across an abandoned grocery store. Like the rest of the city, it was empty and lifeless. I tried the door but it had been barred shut. Probably whoever owned the place had locked themselves inside when the rioting started. It hadn’t worked, as one of the storefront windows had been shattered by a brick. I leaned over and climbed in, careful not to cut myself on the jagged glass which remained in the frame.

The aisles had been stripped clean of anything useful. The canned food aisle looked as if a herd of charging buffalos had torn through it. Anything that had been left behind was strewn along the floor and some of the shelves had come loose.

One big job (MF, teen, blackmail)

I came from a very strict family. You know what that means… no fun. No getting drunk, no getting high, no sex before marriage. Even the internet usage was tightly controlled. Fortunately I got a job that allowed me to move out of state. I was far enough away where the family couldn’t control me. The second I got away, I had all the fun I wanted. I drank the bars dry. I got as high as a kite. I fucked every girl in a twenty mile radius. It was awesome.

One day, a few years after I had left, I was browsing reddit when I came across a page where barely legal amateur girls could post dirty pictures of themselves, many of them promoting their OnlyFans. There were some really sexy girls that gave me plenty of whacking material.