Esther’s story, Part 1 [F22/F30] [Humiliation]

It was on the first day of July when Jasmine, the new housekeeper, arrived.

She was supposed to be 19, a second year student at the local college, but she looked 30 at the least. I had never seen anybody like her before except in pictures. Her figure was certainly stunning. She looked like Jayne Mansfield before she went to the wall. She smelled like cigarettes and a whole garden of flowers.

I was certain Mrs. B would not have hired her had she actually seen what Jasmine looked like. Mrs. B liked them young, as in young and naive, young and stupid, young and easily taken advantage of. And to put it plainly Jasmine looked like she knew how to take care of herself and anybody else too.

No sooner had she walked in the door that she embraced me and kissed me as if we were lovers meeting for the first time after a long absence. This was not my way of greeting people, especially strangers. I could feel her big boobs mashed against my chest. It was impossible for me to actually return her embrace, so I settled for a passive acceptance of her gushing enthusiasm.

The Experiment: Part One [NC] [Stalker] [Drugged]

After many months of planning and testing I’d finally found the perfect subject. She lived alone, was collected and professional, and had a body with quite pleasant curves.

She hired me to remodel her bathroom but she couldn’t take a week off work, so she gave me a key and left me alone in her house.

Having a good reputation really does open so many doors.

Stage 1: Set up.

Stage one was the most practical and mundane but it was also filled with the most anticipation.

The first thing I did was sneak over the night before I started work and hid a gps tracker in the undercarriage of her car. I wanted to know where she was at all times.

Then the next day, in between doing the work she hire me to do, I started doing the stuff I actually cared about.

I searched her drawers and closet. Mostly professional and practical, comfortable clothes. Things that highlighted how desirable her body is while not being overtly sexy.

[M32/f19] “You Rape What You Sow.” [trigger warning: Rape, Drugs, Degrading]

My name is Mason and I am 32 years old. I was born in Mexico but lived for almost ¾ of my life in the United States. A brief backstory without going much into detail, I, unfortunately got deported and was sent back to Mexico all of a sudden. I still had extended family in my place of birth but not my immediate family who were still back in the states. I didn’t know Mexico at all and was used to the US seeing as I haven’t been there since I was 5 or 6 years old. I couldn’t go back to the United States until I applied and got approved for a Permanent Resident Visa. I did apply and I got approved by some miracle. This is one of the fun and kinky things that happened to me after I was deported back to Mexico for those lonely but exciting years.

[MFFFF, 21+] College girls become freeuse for one night, for one horny guy (reverse gangbang)

Kevin had accepted the offer. 

He wouldn’t stop ranting about it to Owen, who listened with an (apparent) sympathetic ear.

“I don’t know what the *fuck* they are gonna do to me. I should ask her to call it off. Should I ask her to call it off?”

“Kevin, deal’s a deal, unfortunately.”

“Yeah, but. This is just outrageous.”

Owen laughed, “Outrageous?”

“Well, *you* didn’t agree to it.”

Owen just laughed harder. Then, in a softer voice he said, “Every single guy out on campus wants to be you right now. Relax a bit.”

“Some of the stuff she asked… I don’t know.”

“So what? You’ll help them out and get back home by morning. Enjoy the ride. Get me a few numbers too while you’re at it. Hot ones only.”

Kevin would most certainly not be collecting any numbers. He’d known Sophia for more than a decade now. They had grown pretty close during their school years, and even though they’d always considered each other “friends”, there had been a sexual undercurrent to their relationship, particularly in recent years. Oh, it sounded grand but it had never progressed beyond the occasional touch and a bit of flirting. He still considered her a friend first. So her asking him… it had been super weird. 

The irony of fucking in a closet [FF]

I’ve written about how I met my first girlfriend and how we hooked up for the first time on my living room floor. What I didn’t write about is how she left me after that and didn’t text me for four days. It fucking killed me.

*Uggg, I hate this story.*

I was struggling a lot after we fucked. For one thing I had to accept that I was not straight. Also, I was fucking obsessed with this girl. From the moment her tongue touched my clit, she took up permanent residence in my head.

I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, and I was so obsessed with her I missed that fact that my very religious roommate had clearly seen us at some point because she was preparing to kick me out. She was dropping not so subtle hints about immorality while I was in too deep into my crush to notice.

*It was in the 2000s. Things were weird.*

I didn’t fucking care about anything but her. I waited all week for our class together, and when she didn’t show up my heart sank.

chemistry and biology [Drugs/Aphrodisiac, light BDSM, M/F]

Surrounded by the noises in the lab, the hiss of the flame on the bunsen, the bubbling and gurgling of the different chemicals and solutions as they pass through the elaborate Criss-cross of glassware. One final drop dropped into the flask

Standing up straight and stretching. Tired after the arduous task which has been your sole focus for the last few years.

“Finally….it’s finally completed” you mutter to yourself. “Is it really done?” says the voice behind causing you to start and almost drop the flask.

Turning you see your assistant. As usual, her light brown hair is tied up into a ponytail, her immaculate white labcoat hugging the curves of her body. She peers at you and then the flash, her pale blue eyes hidden behind a pair of Goggles.

You cheerfully smile at her “yes, a small amount of this should cure any minor ailment. I guess you could call it a panacea” you happily reply.”You’ve been a bit under the weather recently would you like to be the first to try it?” you add.

You pour some into a glass and hand it to her, her fingers brush against yours during the handover. She hesitates for a moment, before raising the glass to her lips and drinking the clear liquid.

As a Junior in College, I [M] had an Impromptu Threesome with 2 Girls who Bought Adderall from Me (Pt. 2)

(Sorry for the wait! And if you weren’t ‘waiting’, you might consider checking out the first half.)

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By now, Hannah had started to, at an incredibly slow rate, push her mouth past my plumped up cockhead and onto the actual shaft of my dick. I had never experienced a girl focusing so much of her energy on just the head of my cock, I almost forgot there was more dick to be sucked. But alas, she had only just begun.

Ever slowly, I felt my cock being swallowed by Hannah’s cute little mouth. As my cock occupied more and more of her throat, the sensation of cozy wetness grew, causing my dick to go from rock hard to pure diamond. This correlation persisted. As her head approached my crotch, as that sensation of tight warmth expanded, so too did my dick inside her little mouth.

A Good Life [22F/22M] [ORAL]

I’ve known Kacey since we were kids. We grew up together, basically from grade school all the way up until we graduated high school. We were friends, best friends actually, then we became a couple before senior prom.

Technically we weren’t part of the popular crowd. However, I am good friends with a lot of people from that crowd. Hell, Kacey and I were actually prom king and queen and we were voted “most likely to grow old together” by our peers.

However, as much as I am friendly with a lot of people, Kacey wasn’t as friendly. She has a couple of friends and a couple of them don’t like me. Why, I have no idea, but I’ve known them since middle school.

There’s also one girl that she doesn’t get along with: Nora. She’s the Queen bee, so to speak, that she’s one of the most popular girl in school. She’s a gorgeous half Vietnamese half white beauty who’s a little tall for her age. Kacey and Nora are complete opposite. While Kacey is shorter, has larger breast, an introvert Nora is taller, a somewhat more modest bust, and an extrovert.

The Lei before the Min Pt.03 [M 18/ F38][WMAF][Drugs][Manipulation][Coercion][Domination][Premature ejaculation]

This is part 3, continuation of the story because reddit won’t let me post it all at once because of character number.

Part 1 can be found here:

The Lei before the Min [M 18/ F38][WMAF][Drugs][Manipulation][Coercion][Domination][Premature ejaculation] from sexstories

Part 2 can be found here:

The Lei before the Min [M 18/ F38][WMAF][Drugs][Manipulation][Coercion][Domination][Premature ejaculation] from sexstories

All characters described in this story are 18 years old or older and this is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real life people are purely coincidental and unrelated.

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[CHAPTER 6]

Ten long and exhausting seconds passed before he managed to regain full spatial awareness and consciousness. “No!” he stood up abruptly, in an ab exercise motion, managing to slap his face in Min’s boobs in the process “Oh my God, NO! I didn’t mean to” but she was…laughing!? And then he noticed it, one large rope of cum had landed on her bangs and forehead, and there were drops on her chest and top “Oh no, no, no please no” this time he thought to himself without speaking.

Repost: NSFW: The Farm, pts 1-4 [F/F, 20s-30s] [mind break] [forced breeding] [impreg] [hucow] [body expansion] [noncon] [fiction] [lactation]

Avery arched as Lindsay suckled at her nipples. The delicate buds peaked in her soft lips, her tongue swirling around them before her teeth gently grazed down. Avery trembled in ecstasy, a moan escaping her as the sensation bolted from her breasts through her stomach and down to her core.

“Don’t stop,” Avery murmured, reaching for her girlfriend’s head as she bent lower to focus on the wetness that gathered between her thighs, “Don’t…”

“You don’t want me down…” Lindsay slowly trailed the tips of her fingers, deliciously, up Avery’s thigh, as she paused for dramatic effect, “here?”

Avery jerked awake as a forceful jab intruded inside her, knocking the breath from her lungs. She felt her swollen breasts sway in the stocks, and she winced at the weight pulling at her back and shoulders.

“Oh, awake so soon?” a low voice drawled playfully from behind her.

Avery couldn’t see who the voice belonged to. She could never see who the voices belonged to. Since she’d been brought here, strapped onto tables, beds, and finally into the stocks, she’d never once been permitted to see her captors.