Bad Brad and the Overprotective Dad [mf/MF][trashy][father/daughter][Forced incest][non-con][dub-con][violence][rebellious daughter][Dom][Femdom][bondage][Forced bi][cuckolding][1980s][star-crossed lovers][romance]

*Summary: In 1980s New Jersey, rebellious Monalisa loves her badass boyfriend Brad, but when her dad tries to meddle, she punishes Dad in the most perverted way. Mom gets a bit of punishment too but ends up loving it.*

My dad was such a dick when I was growing up. He made my life miserable. I mean, I get it, it was just how he was raised. We were small town Catholics in New Jersey in the 1980s. What do you expect, right? I was the baby of the family, with five older brothers who had all moved out of home by the time I turned 18, but I had had the terrible luck of being born the only girl.

My curfew was 6 p.m. every night, even on weekends. Dad needed to know where I was at all times. If I went over to a friend’s house, he would call that friend’s parents at least *every two hours* to make sure I was still there. And of course, I was only allowed to be friends with other girls from the Catholic school I attended. My bedroom was subject to regular inspections, and if he found any contraband (unapproved reading material, makeup, rock music cassette tapes, *any* type of magazine), I would be grounded for a week. Once he found a Billy Idol album wedged in between my mattresses, and he rang around all of my friend’s parents to find out who had lent it to me. Of course, I didn’t tell him the truth. I had shoplifted it from Tower Records. Duh.

Undress [Fingering] [Fucking] {Light Bondage] [Domination]

“Undress.

Turn around.

Bend at the waist.

Hands flat on the table.”

Handcuffs on.

“Do you trust me?”

Only silence is heard.

SPANK!

“Answer me.”

My voice is calm and neutral.

“Yes, sir, I trust you.”

“Good girl,” I smile as I lightly slap your face.

I slowly slip a toy into your backside.

I like to tease a little beforehand.

I know you like it, too.

My cock is hard and I press against you.

You wiggle, giggle and I start to grind.

“Legs spread,” I command.

You reposition and spread.

My hand goes between your legs,

fingers spreading your lips,

my cock grinding between your butt cheeks.

I breathe you in and moan.

Every fibre of my being just wants to fuck you hard.

One finger on your clit,

two inside your pussy,

my cock still between your butt cheeks,

the plug moving as I grind.

A moan escapes your lips.

“Remember the rule. Say it.”

“No cumming until Sir tells me.”

The Virgin Submissive Part 1 (MF) (Forced Orgasms) (Edging) (Bondage)

“No sex. Promise me.”

“I promise.”

Maria took a deep breath then reached out and took the extended hand her new master held out to her. At twenty-one years old Maria was still a virgin, she intended to remain so on until her wedding night.

Still, the desire to be dominated burned through her. It took her nearly six months to find a man who was willing to dominate her, but fuck her. Finally, she found Mark. A thirty-three-year-old commercial fisherman who had posted on social media that he was willing to teach a new sub.

Mark had been surprisingly comfortable with the idea of a virgin wanting to be dominated and said he would be able to teach her and pleasure her without fucking her. He said that he would go slowly, training her, and if one day she changed her mind, he would be there for her too.

Maria trembled in fear and excitement as Mark led her to the center of the room and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Each button made her heart race faster as she thrilled at the idea of being naked in front of a man for the first time. When the last button was free, Mark slid the shirt down her arms. The white bra she wore beneath seemed to glow against her brown skin.

[MFF] Nerdy Girl from Algebra, Part 5

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f8yv3p/mf_nerdy_girl_from_algebra/), [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f938y5/mf_nerdy_girl_from_algebra_part_2/), [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f9hwrh/mf_nerdy_girl_from_algebra_part_3/), [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/falcyg/mf_nerdy_girl_from_algebra_part_4/)

*for maximum impact, I urge you to read the other parts first*

I feel her tongue flicker against my ear lobe as she whispers into it, “Well, nod if you understand?”

I feel her grip on my balls tighten as she says it. She wants the answer she wants, and I wonder deep down if I even could give her anything else.

I wonder why she’s choosing to whisper so suddenly, she had been bold and brazen and bitchy when she commanded seconds earlier that I bring her to my girlfriend.

*Girlfriend.*

That’s the hesitance.

How, if I go through with this, will that relationship not change forever?

But then, last time I went to the kink zone with this stranger it changed my relationship with Kathy very much for the better.

I nod.

I feel her smile before she whispers, “Good boy.”

Then she removes her hand from my balls, uses it to take me by the hand and walk with me out of the building.

As we walk she asks if I know where to find “the whore” and I nod.

First double penetration (and a bonus squirt) [MF]

#Getting the toys
I started to realise she was an adventurous girl when I sent her a pic of a sex store in Amsterdam, and within seconds she texted back “Get some toys ?”. We hadn’t been dating long and I knew she loved to fuck, but I hadn’t yet figured quite how open she was. I picked up some [bondage tape](https://unboundbabes.com/blogs/magazine/how-to-play-with-bondage-tape) and a pretty vanilla vibrator and took them home with me the next day, feeling like I’d been suitably creative. Wrong. Two days later at her place…

“Oh…I really wanted you to get me a butt plug!”

Turns out I’m not the kind of guy who buys a girl a butt plug that soon into dating – my mistake. Luckily, Amazon meant that by the next night we’d fixed my error.

By the time I got to hers that night, she’d opened the box and was wet just handling it. My [clothes came off](https://www.reddit.com/r/DadsGoneWild/comments/cnyz6n/40_for_the_followers_my_2019_summer_collection/) in no time at all and I was down on that wet pussy in a flash.

One of my best friends uses me as her sex slave [MF]

I met my friend, lets call her Emily, while at university about six years ago. We met on the first night of freshers during a game of ‘never have I ever’. suffice to say, these things quickly went onto sex, as they do, and I essentially revealed that I was a sub. People laughed, I got a couple of questions, but nothing more than that. the drinks continued and night went on. I didn’t think much more of it to be honest.

Cut to a few weeks later and me and Emily were grabbing a coffee and she started asking me about being a sub, what I enjoyed about it, what my kinks were etc. As it turned out, she revealed that she was a switch, but tended to lean domme. The conversation progressed, me telling her how i had a thing for latex and assplay, she telling me how she loved tease and denial, collars, femdom and bondage. It was cool, we had a good laugh. That kind of started our friendship really.

The Swarm Queen’s Trance [F/M] [FemDom] [Bondage] [Animal Traits] [Fantasy]

“To what do I owe the… misfortune?” A voice cut through the damp dark air of the Holy Sacais Cavern. A single red eye glowed through the darkness glowering down at her visitor. The visitor knelt to the floor of the cavern in reverence, “Cut the shit,” The voice said. The click of the woman’s heels echoed through the cavern as she approached her visitor, “What do you want, Rushiasha, King of Dragons?” The tall woman snapped down at her bowing visitor. Her sole visible red eye glared down through Rushiasha’s body in the darkness.

“Oh please, Kleirerria,” Rushiasha said coyly, righting himself, “Do I always need a reason to visit a *dear friend*?” The dragon’s tail swished back and forth behind him, elegant and intimidating, even in his humanoid form. His purple eyes glimmered with ethereal power in the darkness of the cavern. Kleirerria’s hand flew past Rushiasha’s head and hit the wall behind him with such force that a few pebbles crumbled to the floor.

The Further Adventures of Frank and Karen Part 8 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

My first thought was to run and run fast.
The problem was in my place there was no place to run to.
Both the girls began the chase each angling to cut me off as I attempted to swerve and dodge.
The end results were inevitable, I got caught.
Both the girls dragged me to the bedroom.
While I didn’t put up much of a fight or fuss, I did put on a good show.
As they pushed me onto the bed I began attempting to twist away from their grasp.
This had the effect of causing them to act in unison to subdue me.
To that end both girls sat on my back as I lay face down on the mattress.
It was Barb that grabbed the straps that previously bound Karen’s legs and bound each of my legs to opposite sides of the bed via the posts on the corners.
While Karen followed suite with my wrists.

Tess, part one. [MF] [Non-Consensual] [Bondage]

“Hey honey. Lovely to see you, come in.”

Chris smiled at her as he walked in through the door. “Thanks Tess. Really hoping we can get this sorted tonight, save a lot of headaches in the next week.”

Tess led him through the house to her kitchen. As he walked along behind her, his hands quivered slightly with excitement, before he clenched them to regain control. She was the mother of the groom; Chris the best man, and he’d decided to invite himself over on any flimsy pretext he could think of. He’d known her since he was old enough to walk, completely inseperable from her boy, and he’d had a crush on her since he was old enough to fantasize.

The kitchen was a wide, spacious assault of white, polished to an immaculate shine, with a central island that was part work-top, part dining table for the informal evening. As she fetched them two glasses of red, Chris made idle chit-chat, admiring as he had so many times before. She was beautiful, there was no doubt. She was quite short, with long black hair that curled into soft, lazy ringlets, and her full lips and piercing blue eyes had gained her some traction in her modelling days. She was wearing a dark grey button up blouse with the top three buttons left open to showcase her large breasts, and loose silk leggings that caressed her hips. She wasn’t slim but was far from fat; she had some extra weight everywhere you’d want it. He decided she was plump in all the right ways.

the subjugation of the disgusting elven race by the superior humans, chapter one: the rape, torture, and breaking of syllia, immortal elf, by the princess of the northern realms

somewhere in her twenties, syllia had finally lost count of the number of times the humans had raped her, shoving their digits or their tongues or their cocks into the various orifices of her body. the first few years it had been nearly constant, a barrage of sweaty, pallid flesh that left an acrid stench in her nostrils. even now, centuries later, the stink of human was enough to make her want to reach into her throat and pull out her own lungs.

she was perhaps a hundred and fifty or so when she lost count of how many masters she’d been bought by, passed from family to family as a fuck toy and a rape doll and a torture slut for their pleasure – too willful, they said, too dangerous – each new family pressing that hateful brand into her forehead as they made her a new oathword, the spell that branded all of her race, kept every elf man, woman and child under bondage. she’d lost count of how many times it had been used too, for every slight (or perceived slight), every hint of rebellion, stamping out her will beneath an ocean of dark pain.