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Harry Potter and the Witcher Chronicle – Chapter 4 – MF, Crossover, Phillipa Eilhart, Deepthroat, Oral Creampie, Anal, Forced, Rough, Minor Bondage, Creampie, Impregnation Tease, Harry Potter.

The day after meeting Keira, the young wizard and the blonde sorceress parted ways. Harry directed Keira to go meet up with Triss and the others that he had helped organize. While she was a bit hesitant, Keira said she would at least think about it before she gave Harry a parting kiss. With that, the two went their separate ways, even though Keira was carrying something that she wasn’t aware of as she left Harry Potter behind.

As the lovely blonde witch left in one direction, Harry gathered up his gear and pet owl and headed southwest. His goal was the Elven Realms. Before setting off, Triss and the others had talked at length about the magic of the Elves. Given that elves in his world were small and relegated to little more than slaves or family servants, everything that he had heard about the elves in this world had created a tremendous curiosity in his mind. He missed Hermione at that moment, the handsome wizard knew she would have done anything to be able to meet the elves based on what the sorceresses had told Harry.

‘I’m sure she’d enjoy meeting Triss and the others as well,’ Harry mused. Read more »

There is someone in my house [mf] [consenting nc] [bondage] [reluc]

There is someone in my house. The back door slammed a moment ago, I heard it.

A footstep. Another. Across the kitchen beneath me, slowly, methodically. Adrenaline dumps into my system, I feel it course around my body. My naked skin prickles and my nipples stiffen. I keep listening.

Big, heavy footsteps down the hall – chunk, chunk, chunk. He’s wearing boots, maybe workman boots, maybe motorcycle. He sounds enormous. He pauses at the foot of the stairs and I hold my breath. Hold. Hold.

Chunk – his foot hits the first stair.

I whimper and pull at my restraints. They’re tight, there’s no play, nothing. I’m trapped.

Chunk, chunk. He’s still coming.

He reaches the landing and pauses again. Then a door creaks open, pause, and closes. He’s hunting. He’s hunting for me.

I simultaneously wish I could see and am grateful I can’t. I need to stay quiet, to stay still.

He’s moving down the landing; another door opens, pauses, closes. I think he’s moving quicker, he senses his prey is close. My heart is pounding and my breath is shallow. He’s going to find me, please don’t let him find me. Read more »

Female domination [F/M]

The night sky was purple with electricity. A storm was on the horizon. Her first thoughts as she raced home, windshield swiping the heavy rain off, ‘I can’t wait to be with them again’. Her pussy pulsed in anticipation of what was yet to come and a slow smirk appeared. She was tall at 5’8”, lithe and had ginger hair. She had just finished up her bondage training at the local center for sexual deviance and had made a stunning connection with her submissive Erik.

Alison pulled into her driveway and ran up the steps to her flat. (She had forgotten a rain coat, and didn’t want to get too soaked.) She fished out her keys and unlocked the front door. Stepping into her flat, she kicked off her shoes, and heard a silent meow echo from the hall.

“Hi yes Morrigan, I’m home.” Alison announced to the cat.

“Meow”. replied the cat as it intertwined itself between her legs before dashing to the kitchen where her food bowls were kept.
”Alright, Alright, I know.” Alison murmured as she pulled the cat food down and poured some into the bowl. Alison was only 31 years old, lived alone with Morrigan, and was very excited about being a new fully serviced Domme. She had just sent in her application for certification and had passed the exams. Read more »

25 Days of SEXmas – December 16 – The Ski Trip Part 2 (FF) (Oral) (Bondage) (Hookup) (Toys) (Forced orgasms) (Tickling)

If you missed part one, read it [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/2019/12/02/25-days-of-sexmas-december-2/).

“Wait, warmup? I thought that was the whole game!” she laughed as she climbed off me. I licked my lips, tasting her sweetness as she walked away.

“No, silly. That was just to see if you were good enough to play with! Wait there, I’ll be back.” I followed her with my eyes as she walked into the adjoining bathroom. When she came back out, she carried a polished black box with ornate gold filigree. She set the box on the bed next to me and opened it. Inside was an assortment of massage oils, silk scarves, vibrators, and other sex toys I’d never seen before.

“Give me your hands,” she said as she pulled out a length of rope.

“Wait, what’s your name?” I asked, unwilling to let someone I didn’t even know tie me up.

“My name is Christa, and you don’t have anything to worry about, ok? I’m not into anything really kinky, and if it ever gets too much, just say jingle bells, and I’ll stop ok?” I nodded and held out my hands, hoping she was good to her word. “What’s your name?” Read more »

New Toys (mf) (BDSM) (orgasm denial) (bondage) (oral) (cum)

“Wait, hang on!”

I waited. I hung on her every syllable.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you away with that?”

I was rumbled and I knew it, still I said nothing. I wanted to challenge her, but I knew exactly what she’d do. Or maybe that’s why I wanted to challenge her.

“Sit.”

I did as I was told.

“Now, what should I do?”

A wicked grin spread across her face and I could tell she was going to do something twisted.

“It’s not right to spy on me when I’m showering, you know. Did you cum?”

“No, I promise!”

That was probably the worst thing I could have said.

“You should have.”

“But I’m not allowed to cum without your permission, Mistress.”

She nodded and started to strip. Was I being rewarded for wanking over her in the shower? This couldn’t be. It must have been one of her ploys, there’s no way I’d get to see her naked without conditions, especially given the circumstances.

“Strip with me.” Read more »

Exhibitionist Stewardess Strips and Masturbates at an Airport Machine Shop [FM][exhibitionism][striptease][masturbation][bondage][real flight attendant]

[THE ORIGINAL STORY POSTED ON IMGUR WITH PICS/GIFS IS HERE](https://imgur.com/OEVzrpg)

I am a real US Airline flight attendant but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am an addicted exhibitionist.

My husband knows and understands this about me and has supported me in acting out my exhibitionist fantasies on my layovers.

But he really surprised me recently by arranging a party with his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San Antonio airport. When I asked him what that had to do with me, he told me I was to be the entertainment.

“And what does your friend think I’m going to do to entertain and who is going to be at this party?”

He said, “I told him how sexy you can be when you do certain things. I let his imagination fill in the rest but I want you to do this – for yourself and for me. I fantasize about showing you off and, come on, the exhibitionist in you will love it.”

You know that switch that tells people not to cross the line between reality and fantasy? Well mine has never worked very well so I agreed to do it. Read more »

My Confusion Part 7 [BDSM] [MM] [MF] [Oral] [Anal]

As the last syllables left his lips my cock exploded in his hand.
Spurt after spurt flew from the tip.
Until there was nothing left in me to shoot.

Flipping the table back to a reclining position the coach went about releasing my bonds.
Once freed he took the time to wipe away the sweat and clean off the refinements of the wax.
After a few minutes rest he told me to grab one of the robes hanging in the closet and join him upstairs when I was feeling rested and up to it.
Taking a well deserved but quick nap I joined the coach in the living room.
Wrapped in a warm over sized robe I found a glass of milk waiting for me.
The living room was one of my favorite places here.

The fireplace was large and held a real fire rather then a gas log setup.
Just the comforting feel of a fire in the room lent an air to the intimacy of the room.
The walls like the rest of the house was fitted with old dark paneling.
We were sitting in large wing back chairs that just invited you to sit while they wrapped you in the wings giving you a sense of being in a little room all of your own. Read more »

R4R Success Story: Feisty Londoner [M]eets Visiting Viking for Some Rough Strugglefucking

I’ve been sitting on this one for a while now, but this summer I posted on r/CNC_Connect looking for women in London willing to let me…go all out, as it were. If you don’t know what CNC is, it’s an umbrella term for the kind of sexual encounter when one party pretends to not consent – Consensual Non-Consent. Being overpowered or taken advantage of in some way is a surprisingly common fantasy! It’s definitely skirting the line, and consent is taken very seriously by anyone who does this kind of thing responsibly. Anyway, I had a slow trickle of responses to my post, and over the course of the following week somewhere between five and ten redditors messaged me. Most of them told me that they liked my post, a couple wanted to chat, one American lamented the configuration of the continents, and not one but **two** lovely ladies expressed interest in meeting up! This the story of one of those ladies, and I think it fits perfectly with your December contest, because nobody in my private life would ever suspect that there’s nothing I enjoy more than giving a girl a proper slap right across the cheek, before telling her to shut up and take it. Read more »

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 13 Lead Singer Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO)

Clarissa face going from embraced to panic, “What time is it?” “Why you got a hotter date then your wild fantasy.. it’s (looking at the wall clock) only sex to ten, (her hand dipping down as her eyes closed) I still have hav.. ti.. Ooooh..” Pixel’s coffee mug clattered to the countertop, her moaning was intermittent.
Grabbing the nearest bottoms Clarissa could see and the white top from the bed post, she shimmied into the clothes before grabbing her backpack. “Let’s see Mr. Goth is supposed to be in art class” Clarissa was digging for the recorder missing any sign that might get her closer to him.
“Good morning class, today you will be painting a naked model” waving at the newest person in the room. “Found it and it’s on..” Clarissa was talking to her self not even paying attention to the Professor. “Are you done yet young lady, would you like to join us for what you where hired for” look Clarissa up and down and imagining that is one hot slut to be dressed in her panties and a tied off tee-shirt that just barely covered her nipples. “Very well the floor is yours, strip and be marry” with that he said his piece and retreated from the art room. The class was waiting for her to “strip”, “Umm, Professor strip in.. (see one of the wanted adds) one young girl who would like to be.. naked!” Turning back to the class with terror in her eyes, “If I want to get the (swallowing hard) story I must do it..” even in her fleeting thoughts she never thought she would be a nude model for a class. Once again turning around with her back to the class. Gripping the sides of the borrowed shirt and pulling the white see through guys undershirt off her slender frame. Feeling her tits screaming for freedom from the confines of the white prison, the heavy thud of each breast that ended in a jiggly happy dance. “Everything is ok.. cum on you can do this” Clarissa was giving her self another pep talk. “Ok (hooking either side of the panties) one, two (just like ripping off a Band-Aid, quick and to..)..” seeing two lesbians she recognized from Journalism 1+1. The thigh gap was over rated in Clarissa’s home town now she could see why. “Please, don’t let me cum. Please please please” saying her silent pray to which ever goddess’s was listening. Hearing brushes slapping on the paint, charcoal as it scrapped it’s dark huge across the canvas, the awes cuming from a the charcoal artist. Feeling the womanly grasp of a hand on her ass, closing her eyes as a light moan escapes her lips. “Ooo Ooooh.. What are you doing you love cock!” Clarissa’s moan turned inwardly once again looking for a way out. “Okay now that I have control I can.. Ooooh fuckkk yesss..” Clarissa’s mouth just betrayed her as her thoughts turned reality into a new side of Clarissa’s sexual high. “What’s that smell (taking a deep whiff) it smells like (one more deep whiff) cum?” The question was written all over her face. “If I can smell this it means that somebody else can smell it too (changing positions as the smell became intoxicating) I just wonder who is the cum whore (her legs where already slick with cum)” Clarissa thoughts where becuming a blur of raw emotions. With each pose her defenses started to break down, with the little chance of salvation should she try to shake the feeling of helplessness or “No.. it can’t happen! Bad kitty, you are so bad.. Ooo yes Ooooh yesss OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk yesssssssss..” Clarissa insides went numb as her body quaked from the orgasm. This new pose was one of desperation, bent over a desk with her ass pressed against a hard cock, legs spread with a lesbians mouth licking, sucking, munching on her pussy and all Clarissa could do is cum hard. “Very good Mr. Goth.. you my go” the Professor dismissed Clarissa’s one chance for her interview. “Wait before feeling sad I must.. Ooooh fuckkk (hips started to buckle the deeper the lesbians tongue got) yesss yesssssssss.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” gripping the desk as the cock she was pressed against started to pump her swollen pussy.