General Arthur’s Conquest – Chapter 5: Trouble at the Castle [MF] [fantasy] [non-con] [creampie]

[[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t7xgir/general_arthurs_conquest_chapter_1_princess/)] [[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ta86vf/general_arthurs_conquest_chapter_2_the_generals/)] [[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tce6xs/general_arthurs_conquest_chapter_3_princess/)] [[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tfiqn5/general_arthurs_conquest_chapter_4_the_generals/)]

“I want to bring this. And the blue one. Oh, and that one over there too!” Olivia directed her handmaidens as they helped to pack her clothes. I had to remind her a few times that we were going to be moving on the battlefield and setting up camp in the plains, not going on a holiday to the Erkin Mountains, least she decides to bring the entire castle with her.

I haven’t had the heart to tell her that we would not be bringing any of the handmaids along with us when we leave the castle. We would have to leave them behind. It’s enough hassle travelling on the battlefield with several dozen prisoners of war AND a princess. Having a handful of handmaidens tag along just seemed to be taking things a little too far. Telling her would have to wait.

Olivia’s mood over the past few days had been as erratic as the weather over the Dramadian Sea, as she struggled with her conflicted mind, juggling her love for Clayton and whatever it is she’s feeling about me. She woke up yesterday morning in high spirits and we enjoyed each other’s company in bed the entire morning. By dinner time, she was crying and asking to see Clayton, refusing to let me near her. She seemed to be in high spirits today.

The Change [M/F][Creampie][Gangbang][Condom Break][Transformation]

It’s been a couple of weeks since I woke up… different. _I think_. Same room, same roommate, same family, but conflicting memories. Instead of being on the basketball team at my local community college, I was on the sidelines as a cheerleader. Instead of banging my hot roommate (and sometimes her friend), we stayed up late with the latest gossip. Instead of buying condoms every now and then, I had a ritual with birth control. Same major, same group of friends, even had the same reputation. Sexually, at least. 

I keep going back and forth, less and less sure if my other memories are just fantasy, or dreams. Or if they were real. But that doesn’t make sense. You don’t go to sleep as a guy one night, then wake up as a girl the next. Breasts suddenly inflating on your chest, muscle tone shifting across your body, hair suddenly growing long. And the genitals, certainly the cock I remember, the one I played with since it first became hard until I started sharing it with anyone who would take it. That wouldn’t switch into the slick slit between my legs?

[MF] Delicious Times [OC]

*This is [M]y first fictional story and since English is not my main language the story might be below the quality you usually are used here. I still hope you like it. Enjoy!*

*Kink-Content: Big boobs, Handjob, Cum Eating, Housewife*

*Note: R. is just a placeholder for a name as I didn’t want to raise any association. The story was originally written because of a writing request (but never posted), that’s why it’s from the perspective of a woman*

She was leaning with her back against the kitchen counter looking at the oven while the meal was get done. She wasn’t much into cooking but watching the electronic devices getting food prepared was always relaxing for her and also somehow satisfying – especially when she managed to get every little detail of the meal on spot. But if she had to be honest the only thing she actually liked about cooking was to get everything organized to the last bit so the work could done without having any unnecessary steps or wasted any time. Whenever everything went smooth it made her feel like a general who successfully was able to organize her army effectively in the battle. And also the way she usually would stand in the kitchen – with crossed arms around her chest while waiting for the devices to finish – did somewhat resemble a general.

[MF] Breathless Desire in the Falls : Chapter 1 – 3

Chapter 1

I examine myself in the mirror and reapply the crimson stain to my lips. I bring my lips together and smooth the lipstick, my heart fluttering in my chest. My phone chimes on the bathroom counter breaking my focus with my reflection. It was him; it was always him. Immediately a smile spread across my lips as I turned the screen on to read the message. I’d hidden this trip from him and somehow he hadn’t read my mind to deduce what I was up to I’d thought about the moment where our eyes meet for the first time thousands of times and tonight it was actually happening. What would he think about seeing me in person? I let out a nervous breath and looked back to the mirror. My soft golden curls were framing my face, my piercing blue eyes a stark contrast to my fair skin. I’d picked black to wear, the lace fitting to my curves and ending above my knees. The finishing touch was a pair of shining black pumps, red on the underside, the same shade as my lips. Just the thought of his eyes seeing me and taking in my body made me shiver.

Years ago, my then girlfriend and me let our friend cum on us both as he watched us fuck [MFM]

The girl I was with at the time had often told me that she loved the idea of being watched and we’d talk about it a lot, but I’d always considered it to be just a fantasy and not something that would ever really happen. However one weekend, we had a male friend over for drinks and it came true.

We were all loosened up by a few drinks when my girlfriend suggested we watch a movie. As we were trying to decide which one, I joked that we could try something from our small porno collection (this was way back when hardly anyone was online and we had a little collection of VHS tapes). She was kind of appalled and embarrassed that I’d mentioned them in front of our guest at first. But then got kind of giggly when the guy said he’d love to see one.

[MF] Sex on the Beach

Sex on the beach had always been a fantasy of mine, but I never thought it would be something my wife would go along with. We were on our last day of vacation in the Caribbean and wanted to try out one of the local nude beaches. Waking up early, we packed our towels and walked the quarter mile to the local cliffs that descended to a small deserted beach. We found the perfect spot – a little private cave in the shadow of the limestone cliffs that rose above us on either side.

After laying out our towels, I (6’2”, 190 lbs w/ salt and pepper hair) quickly kicked off my swim trunks. My wife (5’7”, 135 lbs, w/ highlighted blonde hair with B/C cup breasts) wasted no time in removing her black bikini top, but left her bottoms on as she adjusted to the feeling of the fresh air on her now textile-free breasts. It didn’t take five minutes, though, for her to remove her bikini bottom and enjoy the total freedom of her nudity.

[MF] Breathless Desire in the Falls: Chapter 2

We’re alone as soon as the elevator doors close. Then and there, his lips are on mine, his hand on the back of my neck pulling me into him. A soft moan escapes my mouth as I release completely and part his lips with my tongue. Both of us breathless, he urgently presses against me until my back is against the wall. I can’t keep my hands off him, one soft against his face, and the other reaching around gripping his back. His hands are on my ass and he growls low in his throat. “I’ve got another surprise for you in my room.” I manage to get out, breathing into his neck and ear before sucking and lightly biting his lower lip.
We’re interrupted by the delicate beep of the elevator. Ignoring the onboarding guest, I kiss his lips softly once more before leading him from the elevator, his hand in mine.

Adventures of Miss Peach [MF] – Public Orgasm at the Plaza after Fucking in the Men’s Room [China][Public][WMAF][Cum Fetish][Facial]

Miss Peach sat beside me at a fine Italian restaurant here in China. We had met for lunch on Thursday and Miss Peach was looking absolutely gorgeous. Tall and elegant, Miss Peach is a Chinese princess from head-to-toe, and every bit a Sex Goddess, with the hottest ass in Asia. So fucking thick and sexy with a tiny waist.

She walked into the restaurant wearing her short micro-mini blue denim skirt over black leggings. All the men were staring at her as she walked to me, a tall, masculine American man. Her top was a casual light green sweatshirt with her gold and opal necklace laying out across the top. I was wearing my blue pinstriped suit, white shirt and carrying a secret in my pocket.

Miss Peach cozied up beside me, and I kept my right arm around her waist, hand inside her skirt and panties, cupping her sexy ass. After we ate our meal, I asked her:

“Do you want to read the new story, Miss Peach?”

Her eyes flashed to mine, bright and focused, her long lashes extended.

“Yes……”, she said softly, insistently.

I handed her my phone, the posted story open and waiting.