One of my sexual fantasies has always been to fuck men older than me (I’m 19M), a father who plays with his son to give him milk when mommy isn’t home. Another of my fantasies is to be used as a sex toy, being dressed in women’s or girl’s clothes, with lace thongs, wigs and pretty dresses. Become a semen deposit for my owner. And that my master lets anyone fuck me without limits (my only limit is public humiliation, otherwise I don’t care if he drugs me against my will, hits me or whatever)
My private messages are open for all your fantasies, I’m just a whore thirsty for cock. I hope someone shares my fantasies.
Tag: Drugs
The life of a professional hucow: chapter 3- Molly is bought and branded
**Introduction:** Hey everyone! Sorry for the long delay, I had some personal troubles to deal with. Anyway, here is the third chapter of my ongoing hucow-focused erotica! Hope you enjoy!
Also, I highly suggest reading the other chapters first to understand what is going on.
1. [Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11xhkgc/the_life_of_a_professional_hucow_chapter_1_molly/)
2. [Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11ykthb/the_life_of_a_professional_hucow_chapter_2_molly/)
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# Inside the specialty enclosure
Pauline, our instructor, left me in the specialty enclosure with some other girls, none of whom I recognized. I assumed that they were from other facilities because, as Pauline said, only a really small percentage of girls are deemed to be worth putting in the specialty enclosure. So there was a single common enclosure for all the sellers to showcase their special recruits in.
Including me, there were six girls here inside the enclosure and there was a large crowd gathered outside it. Surprisingly, I found that a lot of the attention was focused on a thin girl with small tits even though it was a hucow convention. At first, I thought it was because she was the only one who was completely naked while the others had some form of clothing on. But the moment she turned around a little, I understood the real reason. She was here purely based on her looks, and she was clearly different from the girls in the “pretty faces” enclosure who were supposed to become pornstars.
Crown – Part I (50sM/20sF, professor/student, teasing, sadism, CMNF, cunnilingus)
I do my nails every so-often: cuticle oil, filing, base coat, color, top coat, correcting tiny smudges with a Q-tip dipped in polish remover. It takes longer than shaving, hair, and makeup combined. If I match the color to my underwear then it wasn’t you who decided to have sex tonight. There’s something relaxing about spending an hour on idleness, listening to a podcast while I doll myself up for you. And yet I hate being told to do it—so my reaction when you text is exactly what you’d imagine.
*I don’t recall my obedience being part of this arrangement.*
Relative to recent sexual history, I’ve been shockingly obedient with you. Downright subservient even. You inspire a quiet curiosity with little room for brattiness. And on the occasions I *do* feel like being bratty?
My timing is impeccable. You have class in ten minutes and you’re typically fifteen minutes early. To avoid any untoward disasters, I send my photo five minutes before class starts. The white underwear you picked out, tugged down so that my tattoo is visible. The red bows, partially hidden by two nail polish bottles.
*But could I get your opinion on colors, please?*
Emily’s Secret – Part 1
I gazed blankly at the whiteboard as my teacher wrote equations on it. He turned to us and tapped on the board, asking us what the next step was. One of the boys that sat behind me raised his hand, and the teacher picked him.
I barely paid any attention to the class. I simply stared at the board with my head resting on my hand, thinking about the night before. My older brother, Peter, had snuck into my room while I was trying to sleep and proceeded to fuck me. Apparently, he had used some sort of drugs to keep himself going, which explained why he continued to fuck me even after cumming inside of me. I orgasmed about seven times that night while he came inside me three times. However, all the details were just a blur to me as I wasn’t even sure if I was even conscious after my fourth orgasm. All I knew was that I felt full and my pussy was tingling from thinking about it all.
[TFMMM+] Tramphetamine–that time I 25 [TF] got really screwed up on drugs and consequently got my fat behind really screwed up, too
So elephant in the room–I’m a trans girl. Not sure if ya’ll are interested in trans sluts (some of you will find “trans slut” to be a needlessly redundant expression, and this story will not disabuse you of that notion) but that’s what this story is about. The events I’m describing are all basically true as I recall them, some minor details have been changed for privacy reasons, some artistic license was taken in writing dialogue. IE, I don’t always remember exactly what a person said, and especially not in the context of this story, as you’ll see. But I’m very good at holding onto the broad strokes of my conversations, the emotional tone, etc., so you can take most of the dialogue to be very close to what was actually said, or in the very least, know that it perfectly captures the spirit of the moment!
**Content warnings:** per the subreddit rules, this post **does not** contain any depictions of non-consent, but there is a short description of what some may consider dubious consent (which involved only me–and to clarify, in retrospect, I consider it to have been **fully consensual**) and descriptions of substance abuse. You’ve been warned!
I think the cute new receptionist has a thing for me [M27/F20s] [blowjob at work]
“Are you– are you doing ok?” Esme’s green eyes and button nose are scrunched up with concern, her hand resting on my shoulder. This small gesture catches me off-guard, it’s the most human touch I’ve had in months.
I blink the sad revelation away. “Uh-oh. What did I say?”
“At the stand-up this morning,” she tilts her head to the side, “You were… well, cranky. And, no offense, Peter, but you’ve been that way a lot lately.” Her words roll through their syllables, inflected with some sort of English accent, but not one that sounds particularly proper.
I slink back into my chair, twiddle with the mechanical pencil on my desk. The desk has a cheap computer on it and is set against a big glass wall, rows of new cars lined up outside. An SUV, blue and shiny and sleek, sits on a pedestal behind me. I look around, scanning for customers and co-workers alike. We’re alone for the moment. “I’m not offended. Thanks for letting me know, Esme. I’ll work on it, somehow, I guess.”
“Well, let me know if I can help,” she says.
Bull by the Horns Ch.01 21+ [M36/F58] [Straight Sex] [Busty] [BBW] [GILF] [Interracial] [Cleavage]
Chapter One- The Task Ahead
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to find a way to move out of this dammed apartment and away from them.
Rick and his girlfriend Dahlia were lying on the couch when I came home. Sure, it should be okay for my roommate and his girlfriend to show their love for each other in his apartment, but the thing was, Dahlia was my girlfriend three weeks ago.
Talk about a stab straight to the heart. I don’t know if they were together or doing things while we were together; they say they hadn’t, but who knows, they could have fucked or did a lot more when she was with me. Four years to be exact.
Two years ago, I moved in with Rick, my former best friend. We were both strapped for cash and hated random roommates, so we got this nice apartment near downtown Atlanta. Sure, it was expensive, but it was excellent, and it was close to all the good spots, and public transportation wasn’t an issue.
How I got a free-use roommate [M26/F23] [sex] [oral] [blue ball relief]
I’m laying on the couch, forcing my way through another dense academic article, doing my best to understand why my thesis advisor thought this would help me, when Theresa says, “What do you think of these pants?”
Vaguely, in the part of my mind that filters out distractions, I’d been aware that Theresa’s door had opened and she’d strutted out. I blink as the information percolates into my awareness, and I see that she’s stopped in front of me, her butt in my face, her shoulders and head twisted around to look down at it. “How does my ass look in them?”
Theresa’s ass, I am seeing, is perfect. Round yet firm, plump yet toned, it curves out majestically from her tight little waist, down to her longer, slender legs. Wrapped in these new workout pants that cling to her skin and show off every contour, I am suddenly reminded that it has been far too long since I’ve gotten laid. “Uhh…” I mumble, searching for words.
She adds, “They’re not too tight, are they?”
A Trip to the Diner: A Fuck Made to Order Part 1
*DISCLAIMER- This my first time writing something like this. Based off of a real experience. Feedback is appreciated!*
The time a college cheerleader cheated on her boyfriend with me [nonfiction] [cheating] [mf]. Please give feedback!
There have been 3 women who have cheated on their significant others with me over the years. Two of the significant others were boyfriends and the third was a fiance’. This is the first of those 3 stories. I don’t really feel bad about it because my thinking is, if these girls didn’t cheat with me they probably would have cheated with someone else anyway. The other guy still would have been cheated on, the only difference is I wouldn’t have gotten any. If anyone should feel bad about cheating, it’s the people who are doing the cheating. Also, abstract high-minded morals are one thing but when a flesh and blood woman is next to you (or under you or on top of you) and she wants you and you want her, that is something else entirely.