Vanessa and her professor part 6 [20sF/30sM][con][anal][fiction][fantasy]

Vanessa woke up to the feeling of a warm hard chest against her back. Beau’s arm was thrown over her waist, his hand cupping her breast. His cock was semi-hard against her ass. She could tell by his breathing he was still asleep. Slowly, she slid out from under his arm, shivering in the cool air. Since all her clothes had been removed downstairs, and her thong had been torn and thrown into some far corner, Vanessa picked up one of Beau’s shirts that was draped over the back of a chair. She quietly made her way downstairs.

Unlocking her phone she saw a series of texts from Abby.

A-steph said you didn’t come home last night. Did you leave with your professor?

A-is everything okay?

A-vanessa, no one’s heard from you since 11 pm last night. If you don’t let me know you are alive in the next 10 minutes I’m going to panic.

V-im fine.

A-are you with….him?

V-i plead the 5th

A-you slut!! OMG wait until I tell steph. We need ALLLLLLL the deets. I mean you don’t have to be all kiss and tell, but outline and major plot points.

Three married men in three hours [FM] [FM] [FM]

I think I have an addiction.

The other day I went on what can only be described as a rampage. After my first taste of cheating married cock the other week I had to have more. And with a number of willing participants ready and waiting, what’s a homewrecking whore in a sundress and no underwear gonna do?

First married man (R):

R is what probably could best be described as my biggest fan on the swingers website I’m on. Bless him – after every new pic I uploaded, I would get a tribute and endless admiration from him. It almost became a game, how much can I make his jaws drop. Even though he’s not really my type, I decided to make his day(/year) by arranging to meet him. I arrived at his and was snuck upstairs.

“Wowowow you’re even better in real life!” He stuttered, as I pulled up my dress to expose my bare bottom, which he grabbed, moving his trembling hands between my thighs to feel my wetness, eliciting a moan. I pushed him down on his marital bed and began blowing him, a little too well apparently, as he quickly had to stop me. I hadn’t even stripped off yet. I pulled my dress over my head and flung it across the room and straddled his lap, tits in his face. He looked like he had died and gone to heaven.

Vanessa and her professor part 5 [20sF/30sM][con][fiction][fantasy]

I had to make a new account. >_< but here’s the continuations of my Vanessa and her professor story.

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Vanessa was out on a double date. NOT with Beau. Her roommate Abby had been chatting up this guy all semester. He finally agreed to a date but Abby was shy and hated solo first dates. And since their other 2 roommates had boyfriends, Vanessa found herself as the chosen one. The semester ended in two weeks, not including finals week. Vanessa could think of quite a few things she’d rather be doing and yet here she was. Her mood was not improved by the fact that Beau had not strayed from their Monday/Wednesday arrangement during the holiday week. Even when she strongly emphasized she would be at her apartment, ALONE, on Monday as she left. She woke up in the middle of the night in a panic that he was married. She never saw a ring. No pictures in his office. No anecdotes or off hand mentions of a wife or family in class. She spent most of Tuesday scouring all social media to see if she’d missed anything. By Wednesday morning she’d convinced herself he was single. But she chatted about Thanksgiving on Wednesday and he mentioned going to have dinner with his mom, dad, and sister. This week had been the same Monday/Wednesday meetings and Vanessa was anxious.

[FM]The groomsmen and bridesmaids are supposed to have an orgy right?

I went to my friend Morgan’s wedding this weekend. Myself, Kasie and Riley are friends from high school which made up 3/5 of her bridesmaids(I didn’t know the other 2). I had met Morgan’s husband before but never any of his friends.

Anyways, the wedding was all the usual craziness with so many pictures followed by standing around for hours on end. I’ll spare you the boring details and get to the end when the fun starts.

The party was wrapping up but myself, Kasie and Riley were drunkenly flirting with 2 of the groomsmen, Brad and Ryan. I could tell Brad wanted to bend me over the table the whole day and after an afternoon of teasing him, I was gonna give him his fantasy. Without breaking from the conversation with the rest of the group, I started rubbing his inner thigh and crotch. Within a minute I could feel he was throbbing erect and he started to grope me under the table too. Since he was rock hard I knew it was time to tease him one last time.

“Brad, you should invite us all up to your room. There is nothing left to drink now!” I interjected into the conversation out of no where.

An insane asulym

So this is a scene I got to plan mostly myself. I have had a fantasy of being in a kinky insane asylum. It was a fantasy built on fear during my early 20ies. I have always been afraid to act on this fantasy until now. I think I feel ready. 

For the scene we have one of our empty storage rooms ready. In there is nothing, but a mattress, small table, bucket and any kinky equipment that we are using. 

The scene starts in our living room. I am on the couch with messy hair and making myself shake as I hold my head and mumble about  how Finland does not exist. It’s a conspiracy theory that originates from reddit. Weird stuff, but fits since I am from Finland. 

Master enters the room wearing a white drs coat. “I was informed you need some help,” he says coming up to me. I start kicking and screaming like a maniac. 

My [F] wife has a deep long time crush on her [M] cousin and [M] I’m ok with it… ( Part 4 of 4)

Back to my wife, “But Babe I swear there’s nothing going on between us and we have never done anything. You don’t have to worry about anything or be jealous. I love you so much!” Her admittal was sending pulses through my nerves down to my dick. So I told my wife I’m not jealous and I understand. I get why he’s special to her. I get why she’d be attracted to him. And I get why they got so close. And I had no objections and that I was down for anything she wanted. That’s when I decided to take advantage of her opening up and dig a little deeper. First I asked her if she was sexually attracted to him. She answered yes. I got harder. Next I asked if she’s ever fantasized or thought about fucking him. She hesitantly replies, “Well… yeah.” I asked her how often. She said, “A lot.” At this point my dick started throbbing like it was swelling. My next question was, “Have you ever jacked yourself off while you were thinking about him?” She paused . Then she took a breath and then tried to speak but was hesitant. I told her it’s ok Baby. She took another breath and finally said yes. I asked if she had done it a lot and she said yes again. Then I asked her if she cums when she does it. She answered, “Yes… Everytime.” Quite excitedly I asked her, “Is it really good when you cum?” And she replies, “Yes! Some of the best.” This is really driving me wild now. “Nice!” I told her. “Do you ever think about fucking him when we’re having sex?” She didn’t want to answer that. So I told her , “Look, I’m just gonna take your silence as a yes. Besides Babe, I don’t care if you do. It’s ok with me. I’m down with it.” She looked up at my eyes, I guess to see if I meant it and says, “Ok… Yes I do sometimes. Not a lot, but I have.” I nodded my head and told her it was cool. Then I rethought about it for a split second and said, “Naw… It’s not cool. It’s actually pretty fuckin’ hot, Babe!” She got a big smile from that.

Fey Bears the First Born [Male on Female] [Fantasy] [Breeding] [Wholesome] [Primal?] [Affectionate biting and scratching]

Inspired by [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/tumblr/comments/g96s8u/curse_of_the_fey/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) Tumblr post.

Plot Summary: A man asks a forest spirit to help save his sister. Turns out the forest spirit needs his firstborn in order to make it happen.

Author’s Note: Long hiatus! Wanted to come back with a one-off story that is a bit more wholesome than what I normally write. I spend a lot more time revising this story than others so I hope you enjoy it! I will also note this story has a lot more “plot” than some of my other stories. So don’t expect instant sexy times.

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The path was mostly beaten dirt, the kind that started as a game trail and only turned into a proper path with hundreds of travelers through the years.

“How long is this going to take?” said one of the villagers. She was a young woman, in her early twenties with long brown hair. She wore the clothing customary of commoners this far West in the Kingdom, a simple cotton dress with a thick cloak.

[FM] A queer girl falls in love with her childhood best friend… Indulging in his fantasies. Becoming his “Submissive breedable cat” Also featuring a switch where I sit on his face and give him a disaster of heel/footjob

Hello everyone, Allie and A here again. Chronologically this takes place the day after my previous story. The day after I discovered my best friend’s fetish for me dressed as a kitten. He wanted me to become a “submissive breedable” kitten or some…weird meme… he coached me to say some dumb lines and roleplay for him in this session… but he also paid for an entire salon hair makeover for my faded home dyed blonde hair. So… Anyways… here it is kitten breeding in the first session and then a horrific failure of a combo face sitting heel job adventure.

So once again I am staring at my practically naked self in the mirror with cat ears on with a bottle of lube and a tailplug in each hand. You may be wondering what lead to this moment in time so… record scratch, freeze frame meme. Something something wondering how I ended up in this situation.

So here’s my story hub of all my previous encounters and how my relationship with my childhood best friend began.

[ Story Hub: An Allie Cat’s den of smut](https://www.reddit.com/user/SmutAccount234/comments/vymo53/story_hub_an_allie_cats_den_of_smut/)

Anyways. Here’s my ramble novella.

Getting Laid Off Isn’t Always So Bad [M32/F33] [First-Time] [Coworkers] [Office]

I was excited.

It was Friday in the office. The week was over. But that wasn’t why I was excited.

An email ticks in. Our division was shutting down. I had no more job. But that wasn’t why I was excited, either.

It was Tara. Tara was the reason I was happy to hear the news of the company finally closing us down. Now, let me explain.

Tara was the cute girl at work. She started when I started a decade ago when we were fresh out of college. Maybe it was that particular fact that made us great friends from the start, but we connected. We were through everything together. You never realize spending 40 hours a week with someone builds you into best friends, but that was us. Now, Tara and I weren’t really attracted to each other from the start. We were just out of college. Our first corporate job. We weren’t really focused on romance at the time. That said, I thought she was pretty, and she thought I was handsome.

S.O.L. Games Level 2: “Web Design” 2/2 (teachers and 18yo senior women abducted for sex games on remote island replica of their school. kinda ‘choose your own adventure’) [mf][nc][rape][Mdom][sadism]

**Don’t start at this chapter! See the comments below for the reading order!**

DISCLAIMERS

I’m just trying to help with these disclaimers! I don’t want to spring things on anyone. My writing includes very dark themes and is SUPPOSED to be gross and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to write! You SHOULD feel icky reading it, which is why I consider it HORROR! I try to creep myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted VILLAIN. I do not condone any of the things I write about!

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES/WARNINGS

-Rape/Abuse/Violence/Male-dom/Non-con

-Gross descriptions / bodily fluids / bad smells

-Sweat / sniffing / licking

-Electricity torture

-Pissing

-Choking unconscious

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Web Design part 2/2
…The countdown begins again, another twenty seconds, and the next button is on the complete opposite wall. I laugh to myself and shake my head. There’s no damn way she gets there in time. I casually begin walking over, slapping my hands to make her feel like I’m trying to help. But the bitch is too out of shape. She wastes a couple seconds just gathering herself and starting out again, but to go twice as far as last time? I watch her move, ready for the impending punishment.