Mom and the Police Officer P2 [MF] [MDom] [Humiliation] [Public] [Incest]

WARNING

THIS IS GRAPHIC MATERIAL MEANT FOR AGES 18 AND ABOVE. CONTAINS FETISHES: STRIP SEARCH, BLACKMAIL, INCEST, NON-CON, FORCED TO STRIP, FORCED EXHIBITIONISM, HUMILIATION, EMBARRASSMENT, ABUSE OF AUTHORITY.  ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

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**Ch.1**

***Parker***

Life was normal. Dad returned from his business trip and the incident between mom and the police officer was never mentioned. Oddly enough, Carl and I didn’t talk much about it either. The school was abuzz the next day as the rumors flew. And then that talk stopped too. It was as if everyone felt the ordeal to be a bit too real, maybe a bit too tragic, to discuss it openly.

Mom was clearly shaken up. She remained that way for about a week. Dad noticed but mom shrugged it off as an “odd mood.” It wasn’t like there was really any behavior change in her. She just remained more subdued than normal. Her outfits changed too.

[FF] [BDSM] When I was twenty two, I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age. (Part 7) (Very long)

(TL;DR is in the comments)

*(Note for the softies):*

This is an obligatory “trigger warning” for “violence” depending on your own perceptions. Also, some detailed psychological trauma, but if you’ve read the other parts then it’s not much worse than that.)

*(Very long note to EVERYONE reading this):*

One of the real hearts of the matter that Part 7 focuses on is a very simple concept:
‘Consent.’

When it comes to sex, or any other action performed by an individual’s body that might effect another individual in some way, whether the final result of such an action is positive or negative, the most important thing is consent. This is true whether it’s violence and sex, theft or generosity, polite manners or rudeness, all the way up to the grander things like war or peace between groups of individuals. Whether that group is bonded as a faith, ideology, corporation or just a piece of land with some people on it that call themselves a nation, state, town, or community, individuals give one another consent that something should or should not happen. This is a key factor of human behavior on every scale of society. For example, sometimes people break laws, and then sometimes they are caught by authorities or sometimes no one else knows that anything happened at all.

[FF], When I was twenty two, I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age. (Part 2) (Final edit for audiobot)

*Before I continue telling what happened after part 1, there are a few notes I feel are important*

*A note to everyone reading/listening to this:*

If you don’t like violence and sex mixing, then this probably won’t be your cup of tea. That’s fine, that’s why I tried to make the title as clear and concise as possible. When I start to get more descriptive with the violent stuff in later posts I’ll leave try to leave trigger warnings or something if people here think I should. I’ve heard that reddit has gotten really PC about that sort of stuff in the past few years.

[MF] 90s sex at a festival on drugs

So, I’m not much of writer but I’ve got a few sexy stories to tell. This is a story from the late 90s, at a rock festival in the UK. Me and my GF (now wife), let’s call her Megan, had been going together for a couple of years. At this time, poppers (Amyl Nirate) were still legal and really common. She hadn’t tried it although I had, along with sniffing glue and aerosols and other stupid stuff I would never do now. We were around 19 or 20 years old, uni students.

Anyway, we saw some poppers for sale at the festival market and decided to buy some. If you haven’t seen it, it comes in a tiny glass bottle and it smells so strong you only need to sniff a bit and you are instantly high. It literally wakes you up if you have fainted which I think was the original use. So we bought some and went to see the band on the main stage (I forget who). We had a sniff from this bottle and seriously within about 1 minute we kissed and suddenly had a huge blood rush and we are absolutely desperate to fuck each other. We are in the middle of this crowd and I’m groping her tits and she’s grinding against my cock. After a few minutes of this We literally run back to our tent, horny as fuck.

[FFM], When I was twenty two, I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age. (Part 4)

*Quick note*

The beginning of this part picks up right where Part 3 leaves off.

*Important note*

Before you read this, I’d just like to assure you that not all of the parts are going to be like Parts 3 and Parts 4 which are pretty heavy on the whole ’emotional abuse’ thing. However, while I’m telling this in chronological order, I can’t just gloss over the messed up stuff. The rest of that first week was actually pretty awesome, but Henry seemed to really want to test my boundaries, just to see what I could take, and he really does. Also, in retrospect, I believe he knew that if I bonded with Sweetie, I was more likely to stay because she was incredibly unlikely to leave. It just so happens that he didn’t mind playing the villain. I thought I was pretty smart at that age, but Judith and Henry were always five steps ahead because they had spent a lot of time doing what they did and had plenty of practice before I came along.

**Part 4**

“How much?”

[FF], When I was twenty two, I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age. (Part 2)

*A note to everyone reading this:*

If you don’t like violence and sex mixing, then this probably won’t be your cup of tea. That’s fine, that’s why I tried to make the title as clear and concise as possible. When I start to get more descriptive with the violent stuff in later posts I’ll leave try to leave trigger warnings or something if people here think I should. I’ve heard that reddit has gotten really PC about that sort of stuff in the past few years.

Coachella Weekend One [GROUP]

The first year we went to Coachella, we had no idea what to expect. We’d bought camping passes and just hoped for the best. It was me and my husband, and one of my best friends and her new boyfriend. We’d decided to get a big tent and all share everything. So, we packed up a bunch of booze, drugs, and gear and then sat in line getting into the polo fields for like six hours.

Harper and I shoved the drugs in our underwear and we made it through the security checkpoint with zero issues – it also helped we were totally clean cut looking and surrounded by people who looked like they were just leaving a rave.

Harper’s boyfriend, Cam, and my husband quickly stripped down to their board shorts and were setting up camp while Harper and I decided to go for a walk and see what there was in the campsite. We found the closest showers and bathrooms and made mental note. There was a little shop where we bought some water and some snacks. By then it was almost noon and getting hot.

How I (36m) fucked the (19f) hostess from work [MF][Cheating]

***I’ve worked in restaurants (kitchen) for a long time, either as a line cook or manager. Most people who have a bit of experience working in those places are aware of the kind of debaucherous people that tend to inhabit these establishments and the kinds of things that regularly go on after (and during) work. They often involve alcohol, drugs and sex.

While I have many stories of work-related encounters, this one is fairly fresh and a highlight, so here goes.

I was working for a busy restaurant in a ski town that had lots of seasonal workers, including many people from other countries, high schoolers and traveling laborers.

A couple summers ago, i the normal parade of new people who come and go in my restaurant, I was introduced to Amy and she would be hosting/food running for the summer between her senior year of high school and college.

I often worked a station that sat out in the middle of the dining room and thus I ended up socializing with many customers and co-workers over time. Amy was one of the people I chatted with most, as she would be bored and end up hanging out by my station.

[FFM] When I was twenty two, I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age.

Suffice it to say, that this isn’t about that whole year, just the first night I met them. This happened over a decade ago, but I recently found my notebook from that time and after rereading it, I decided that I feel I could rewrite it well enough to share. I kinda have to share it, because it was one of the craziest and simply most out-of-the-ordinary things I did in my twenties.

Lets just start off by saying that I was and still am an unabashed slut, though I’ve slowed down considerably since that time. As a college dropout, sleeping on friends couches or in one of my numerous fuck buddies’ beds, parties and hookups were basically my whole life at that time. I’m not ashamed of it because I was always going to be a fuckup as far as society was concerned, so I’ve always lived exactly the way I wanted to live. This whole thing started when I met a woman in a bar. She offered to buy me a drink to, and I quote, “Wash the taste out.” You see, I had just returned to the bar after leaving for five minutes to blow some random stranger in the backseat of his car because he was good looking and had bought me a couple drinks.

[F] Memoirs of a sushi hostess

Hi, all, and happy new year! A user browsing my post history came across my post describing my time as a sushi waitress and suggested I post some of the things I experienced while working there here, so I figure, why not? Be kind, though, much of this is filtered through thirty years and translated from half-remembered Cantonese but I’ll do my best. :) And I apologize in advance for the length, but I figured I should explain some of the background before diving into the stories. If your eyes start to glaze over, feel free to skip this one. Otherwise, here’s the story of my interview for the sushi restaurant.

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