Ilivarlanna T’arran, matriarch of the Sixth House of Umbra, bit her lower lip and tried to suppress her moans as she ground three fingers into her wet, aching pussy. One side of her face was pressed against a sturdy wooden door, and on the other side of it she could hear the unmistakable sounds of skin slapping against skin, and the mewling, orgasmic cries of one of her daughters getting fucked hard and deep. The man with her, a lesser prince of one of the twilight realms, had seemed quite enthused at the idea of siring a child with one of the T’arran daughters, and Ilivarlanna was delighted to hear the way he now took that duty seriously. From the sound of it, he was either holding her daughter in a mating press, or enjoying her dusky cunt from behind. Either would do. So long as he delivered what he had promised, he could have her in whatever position he wanted. He merely had to stay on task, and on target.
Tag: Fantasy
Changes. [F/m],[F/MM], [F/M/M/m]
Changes Chapter 1
After being locked into the micro-sized chastity device for an incredibly long 37 days of teasing torture and denial, I had become more and more submissive to her with each passing day. I was waiting for her to make the trip to come live with me, after a very long, long distance relationship.
We’ve both been switches throughout our relationship. We’d play on our occasional vacations together, but we never went too far. She had once said that she wouldn’t want to have a partner that was submissive all the time, but throughout the 37 day chastity ordeal, as I fell more deeply into submission for her, she grew more and more dominant and sadistic. It drove me crazy with lust. I’d never known a woman like her.
The things that she’d said she’d to to me! At times, they seemed like they’d be destined to remain in fantasy only, but as our relationship had progressed, limits were to be pushed, expanded, and seemed destined to be ultimately ignored altogether. It made me absolutely mad for her, and it drove me deeper into service to her as she grew crueler and kinkier each day.
Spreading her wings (and legs!)
continued from “What More Could a Man Want?”
One of the things I began to notice was that Chastity liked strangers more than she liked them after the second or third time she fucked them. During one of our infrequent conversations about her having sex with complete strangers she revealed the attraction for her – she liked to make strangers cum in her pussy. She felt some amount of control over the situation, and of them. However, she was still extremely shy so when we would go out with the intention of finding someone to fuck her I had to do all the talking, which didn’t take long. All I had to do is tell some guy that my wife thought he was cute. He would look at her, always wearing something short and sexy, coupled with a top that revealed those beautiful tits, and would say, “Well I think she is absolutely beautiful!” I would then proceed to tell him that she likes to make strangers cum in her pussy and that I liked to fuck her while she still had cum dripping out of her pussy from the last guy(s) she fucked. I would then ask, “Would you like to be that guy?” No one ever refused. It didn’t matter if they were single or married, they never passed up the chance to have sex with an incredibly beautiful woman.
What more could a man want?
What else could a man want? My young wife was beautiful. At 5’6’, she had beautiful legs, complimented with a perfectly proportioned ass and the most incredible DD tits. Those tits were so naturally firm that they could have passed for implants. When I would press my naked body against her I could actually feel those tits poking me, and when she would start getting aroused I could actually feel those nipples harden up. She was half Mexican and half Lithuanian, which made for a very exotic look. With full lips, European eyes, a generous wide smile, and a nice olive completion she could pass for any one of several nationalities; Polynesian, Persian, Spanish, and more. With only a slight change in her makeup and clothing, a complete transition was possible. But that is not the “transition” I intend to tell. For the purpose of this story, I will refer to her as Chastity – a juxtaposed aka if there ever was one – AND the only part of this story that is not true.
My Favorite Client [MF] [Oral] [Prost]
“The first Thursday of the month,” Reyna Stanly said to herself, “the best day of any month in my otherwise fucked up life.”
The young woman carried herself with more energy than usual and for good reason. It was a welcome day of contentment, especially for a professional escort. As someone who lived a life of ever-evolving risks and obstacles, she understood the value of those days better than most. After the week she’d endured, she needed one.
Having arrived at the mid-level hotel a half-hour ago, Reyna made her way up to the eighth-floor suite, as she’d done many times before. She wore the same low-cut black dress that she’d worn for the past several encounters with the special client that awaited her at the end of the hall. It wasn’t too sexy. Most people who saw it wouldn’t associate it with an escort or sex worker. Walking through the lobby, she looked like someone on her way to a dinner party at an overpriced restaurant.
Rape Roulette [warning – rape] [noncon] [M/F]
The girls laughed at each other’s expressions after knocking back another shot. They were all excited for their new plans and they all wanted to be the ‘lucky’ one. Beth took the lead as she usually did.
“Right girls, I think it’s time. Let’s go, get your bait faces on!”
Beth led the other four girls out into the night. She had brought them all together and had since remained the dominant one in the group. She was usually the one to think of new ideas and organise outings. But it was no normal group of friends she had established. Together with her best friend, Shannon, she had brought together girls that had extreme sexual fantasies. Fantasies that would disgust and confuse most people. Specifically, all five girls fantasised about being raped.
It was not quite the same for any of them, but they were all incredibly excited by the thought of being assaulted by a man. They had all admitted to each other nothing else quite did the trick. Most of them could get off from other things, but they were not properly fulfilled. They each craved the experience of somebody taking exactly what they lusted for, ignoring and even enjoying any protests to use their body like a worthless object. It was that same desire that resulted in their group.
When we met… [MF] [D/s] [EXHIBITIONISM] [FANTASY]
I walk in and see you sitting at the bar. You are drinking a martini, stirred not shaken. 3 olives.
I stop and watch you for a minute, looking you over and taking you in. The bar is quiet, but something gets your attention and you look my way. You see me over your shoulder and swivel in your stool without taking your eyes off me. I smile at you and you get up. The look on your face tells me you are pleased.
I walk towards you and watch you scan my body. You are a gentleman so of course you lean in…put your hand on the small of my back and kiss my cheek. I feel your breath as you linger over my ear and I get goosebumps. I’ve already started to feel that very familiar pulsing in my most secret of places. The moment I saw you it started. The moment you touched me it heightened. You offer me a seat and ask what I’d like to drink. My heart is pounding as I answer you. “Scotch, neat, please” I respond while I smile and tear your cloths off with my eyes. You touch my hand and look into my eyes captivating me.
I [M] Just got my hair cut, and so much more, from the cute young hairdresser [F] at the local chain
The following is 100% true, and I’m still having a hard time believing my luck. I am a lawyer, [33m], permanently separated from my wife of 6 years, and I got out of court earlier than expected. I didn’t feel like heading into the office. I decided to work from home and stop for a much needed haircut on the way. I am not very picky about my hair, I just like it short and cleaned up. So instead of spending tons of money at a fancy high-end male salon, I go to the chain places for a $15 haircut. It ends up looking the same for what I want.
As the Empress Wishes [F] [Fantasy] [EU] [Witcher] [Beast] [Horse] [Stretching]
The cool night air pricked Ciri’s skin. She shuddered underneath her excessive and restrictive dress. Truthfully, she hated the formality of the court and found the ‘elegant’ clothing to be quite the opposite. She understood why Geralt hated wearing stuff like this. Ciri longed for her younger years, with her simple pants and white tunic. Those were easier times. She missed the weight of a sword on her back, how it felt to swing a blade.
“Stay here.” She ordered her entourage. The Nilfgaardian soldiers shared a glance. She could barely make out the white of their eyes through their black helmets.
“As the Empress wishes.” One of them grunted. She strolled on toward the stables, leaving them to guard the gate. It took a while for the Black Ones to stop shadowing her when she first took charge. It was their duty to protect their Empress, after all. Only after many training days of knocking them down did they finally relent. She was worth a dozen of them herself.
Chp. 5 – To Bayreach [MF] [Fantasy] [Plot] [Anal] [Choking]
**Note: I’ve been writing this as a series and I’m gonna be adding chapters to the titles from now on. Lots of plot in this one which is why it took longer. Smut is in the comments as part 3 and 4, ’cause I wrote too much for Reddit. Enjoy!**
Slaver Shire Billows felt like a new man. He’d upgraded his whole set up. With the two thousand, seven hundred gold he had left, he’d managed to buy a sturdy steel cage wagon for his cargo. That had cost five hundred. He traded his horse for a bit more coin, bought two strong work horses instead, and still had a thousand gold left over. That coin he dispensed for the slaves, plucking them up as he made his way down south. Now, Shire was nearly at max capacity. He only had one more pick up before heading to Bayreach for his payment.
Yes, Shire felt great. On top of the world, even. No demon, no god, nothing could ruin this –
“The retard pissed herself again,” Venter snapped from behind. His mirth melted away.
“Then she’ll sit in it!” He barked over his shoulder.
“It smells bad.”