Welcome to Paris! [Nonconsent Fantasy]

Hello friends! It has been a while since I posted a new story because of some personal stuff going on, but here is a new commissioned work for you all! It’s a bit longer because I really got into it, hope you don’t mind! This story involves forced sex of different kinds. The two girls are forced into lesbian sex, anal sex, a rough gangbang, violence, choking and humiliation. It’s a bit rough, but I really hope you enjoy, and of course, if rape play isn’t your thing, then this is not the story for you!

“What a night! French dance clubs are the best, did you see that cute guy I was dancing with?” Taylor asked with a grin as she unlocked the door to the hotel suite she shared with her best friend Aylen. The girls drunkenly stumbled their way into the room, dropping their purses and losing jackets and shoes along the way. The young women were both 22 and had just finished their senior year of college, this trip was their last adventure before they entered “the real world”. What better place to party than France? They had spent the evening at a delightful French club, and the young woman stopped to check herself out in the mirror. Her blonde hair was disheveled, and her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, but she still thought she looked good. Taylor had gone out in a short skirt which accentuated the curves of her hips and topped off her ensemble with a simple low cut tank top that did wonders to accentuate her pale D cup breasts.

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[mF] My mom’s friend has been borrowing me for housework. What will she do when she finds me trying on her panties?

**This story is true…up to the point of me getting discovered. That’s just fantasy…**

Mrs. Robinson was like a little sister to my mother. I wasn’t even sure how they’d first met, but she was always around when I was growing up. When I was in junior high she’d gotten married and bought a house just up the street from my family. Unfortunately, the guy had turned out to be a jackass and she’d caught him cheating on her–just after their first kid was born. She got to keep the house. And, of course, my mother felt it was her duty to offer the services of her teenage son to help out with the yard work.

The first time I went over I was just pissed off. As a kid about to finish high school I definitely felt there were better ways to spend my time. I hated my mom for volunteering me and I was just as mad at Mrs. Robinson for accepting the offer. Mostly i just mowed the lawn. But sometimes she had me to some handiwork around the house. “Man jobs” is what she called them. I knew it was her attempt to make me feel a little more grown up.

[M] just wondering nsfw

Whenever my wife and I have sex after I first start flicking her I love to pull out and climb between her legs. There is always a big puddle of her thick juices waiting for me to just lap up. It is the most incredible thing. Anyone else look forward to this?

I also don’t mind one bit eating her pussy after I cum. Some crazy cuck fantasy goes through my head. Even when fucking for the 2nd time I almost always fantasize that I am getting sloppy seconds. We are not interested in sharing, but my mind just goes there.

Thoughts?

[FM] My philosophy professor and me, a stick of dynamite

This has to be a multi-part posting I think, sorry that it moves a bit slowly, but it’s up there with the hottest things that have happened to me, so enjoy!

I have always had a thing for older men. I first noticed it in high school. Actually, my mom first noticed – she realized from my facial expressions while I watched CSI that I was in love with Gil Grissom, the oldest, most intelligent character in the series. She kind of hinted to me that that was an unusual thing for a 16 year old.

Really, I was attracted to experience, and that translated into a raging professor fantasy during my undergraduate years. I fell in love with most of my professors, including some female ones. I was most attracted to the philosophy profs. Philosophy is filled with quirky super geniuses. Most people aren’t that socially fluent, but that just made me all the more into them. Since philosophy was one of my majors, I’d have to guess I was actively turned on both mentally and physically about 75% of my college experience.

Natalie in stockings [M4F][sex][fetish][oral][couple]

He got home and entered the room. She was there, waiting for him. All on fours on the bed,  naked, except from one piece of clothing covering her legs: a pair of knee high socks. They were a bit higher then the knees. And they were his favorite. She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled. “Is this what you wanted?” she asked. As an answer, he dropped his bag, and got on his knees while undoing his tie. He grabbed her ass and buried his face there, starting to suck and lick all he could.Pulling her towards him and burying his face in her ass, inserting his tongue in her ass and pussy, licking her labia, he made her instantly wet. She start to moan loudly as he tastes her asshole. After a few minutes there and spreading her juices all over his face an her ass, he stands up and drop his pants. He rubs his cock inside her butt cheeks and tease her pussy. He slaps her ass and position his cock on her pussy. He stands still and pulls her ass towards him and watch his cock going in.

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Upon request, I pulled my vibrator out of the box, sitting it on his asshole. I turn it on, giving him a slight preview of his fantasy. Sliding it up and down his taint, gently massaging his prostate.. Bringing him to full erection. My goal after getting him erect is to milk his prostate, giving him the ultimate pleasure. Between his moans and seeing pre-cum drip from his penis as he sits on all fours, I realize that I am completing my job.

Personal Space [ff][masturbation]

The first time I was in her house, I only stayed for an hour. I was flushed and nervous. I filled her space with my presence and breathed deeply, the air she left behind. My shirt was stuck to my back by the time I left, soaked with nervous sweat – my panties sodden with the excitement of it all. I already knew I was going to do it again.

It took many weeks for me to grow comfortable- to take my time. I knew I was breaking the rules; trespassing in so many ways. I stayed longer and longer, getting to know her through the inanimate objects she’d touched and chosen to surround herself with. Eventually, I began planning my whole day around being there; staying the morning and working in the afternoon. I knew her routine and entered through the back as she left for the day. Locks clicked into place as my feet crept silently over the threshold.

[MF] Consensual non-consent raceplay.

*Disclaimer: The following story features extreme degradation, consensual violence, and a heavy use of racial slurs. If that offends you, I would stop reading now.*

I met Courtney through Plenty of Fish or OKCupid. I was on both and can’t recall exactly which it was. She was an attractive African-American and after responding to my more than lame opening joke, we exchanged messages and started texting. Courtney was about 5’5” and featured some stereotypical features. Braided hair down to her shoulders, C-cup breasts and a large ass that was almost more than I could handle. She was a former basketball player that had turned her attention towards her schooling and due to her competitive nature, she was now working on a scholarship at a HBCU for her doctorate in early childhood learning (or something similar). She was incredibly smart although very shy. Meanwhile, I was still in college so I was batting above my average.

We did the typical getting to know you and exchanging messages while being flirty and sending not too risque photos when eventually, the topic turned to sex. I’m not going to go into much detail regarding our first few times because while they’re enjoyable (and probably worth writing about), they’re not what this story is about.

[MM] Shower fun while traveling

I traveled to N— for a conference a while back. A week or so before leaving, I made a post on Craigslist mostly just to read people’s responses and chat. I didn’t expect anything to come of the post, but I thought maybe I’d meet someone to at least show me around the unfamiliar city. As usual, most of the responses were complete bullshit. One note from K— stood out though. He was around my age (31) and in a similar situation to me: bicurious, relatively inexperienced, and with a long-term partner. He also happened to be visiting N— at the same time I was.

It was refreshing to chat with K—. We exchanged quite a few messages, mostly sharing stories and fantasies. We both had a fantasy about playing in the shower, but neither of us had done it (at least with another guy). We also exchanged pictures. He was about my height (5′ 9″), average body type, a little bit of chest hair, and a rock hard 7″ cut cock. I loved looking at his picture and fantasizing about how it would feel to have his body pressed against mine, rubbing our throbbing cocks together.