Elven Slave

“Eighty-thousand gold for the pink one.” Kelsier’s voiced boomed across the auction hall and over the crowd making their bids on the three elven slaves on the stand. Whispers and murmurs of disbelief travelled through the crowd, silenced by Kelsier’s bid. “Anybody willing to put down higher?” the auctioneer called. Nothing. “Last chance.” Silence filled the room. “Sold to the elven rogue!”

Kelsier stayed put in his seat near the back of the auction hall, waiting for the crowd to leave, the lucky winners taking their slaves to their taverns. “What might your name be?” he asked. “Lulusa.” Lulusa, he thought. What a beautiful name. Kelsier stood up from his seat, making his way to the foot of the stand. His gazed covered Lulusa’s figure. She was still wearing what she had been captured in, tattered elven clothes. She stood out compared to other elves. She stood taller, her chest full and perky, with thighs and a plump rear that wouldn’t easily be contained in traditional elven garments. Her curvy features on her slim pink-skinned frame spoke to Kelsier. She was different, in all the right ways.

Embrace of the Goddess Part 12.5 [FF] [BDSM] [Fantasy] [Corruption] [Demon] [Futa]

Chapter 12.5: The New Goddess

When Iriel woke, the table was shattered and replaced by shards of onyx. There were voices filling the chamber, and Iriel slowly got to her feet to take in her surroundings.

The Pools of Maloth were once more green and beautiful. Even the fetid pools themselves were no longer bubbling and tar-like. They were clear and steaming. Iriel spun around and saw three people standing by Maloth’s throne, and one stranger sitting on the throne itself.

“There you are,” Orilana’s voice said from across the table. “I knew you’d wake up soon.”

Iriel held her head. She pulled it away and didn’t see blood, just her beautiful and blackened claws. She looked around for her lover but didn’t find her among the four strangers gathered ahead.

“Come,” Orilana said. She spoke softly and casually, but Iriel’s body moved as though the command were barked at her. She rushed towards the throne. Three of the bodies became apparent quickly. Melior had one knee bent in genuflection before the throne. Zelum was on both knees with her head down while holding the chains of a strong and bruised half-orc. Iriel recognized her as Orilana’s former lieutenant, Harza.

[MF] My boyfriend (M27) made me (F26) squirt in the hotel bikes garage (both points of view)

We are a couple, this is our first post (which turned out to be a huge wall of text), and we thought it would be fun to share the same story from both our points of views. We hope you enjoy this idea, let us know what you think!

(Side note: we don’t fuck in english, sorry in advance for any typo/bad expression…)

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**Beren POV**

I’m going to give a bit of context, if you want to jump directly to the real business skip the next two paragraphs.

We are towards the end of a two weeks holiday. We rented some bikes because we like beaches surrounded by nature, and those tend to be a bit out of hand. Beside the fact that nature is beautiful – being hard to reach – usually there aren’t a lot of people in those beaches: no children, no weird man staring at Lùthien tits and no old woman silently complaining that she’s going topless. So yeah, secluded beaches because we like nature, I love boobs, and it reduces the risk of being caught getting naughty while bathing…

[MF] My wife takes a rough face-fucking then gets off with her face covered in cum!

Quick note – I’m trying to get better at writing so this is a better version of a story I shared before. I appreciate all the feedback I got before.
You can see my wife on my profile, we hope to get her verified this weekend! Any comments or encouragement for her she will see don’t feel free to reach out!

My wife sucks dick like a pornstar. I don’t mean she’s wearing a ton of makeup and doesn’t get started without being paid, I mean she opens her mouth and lets me abuse it like she’s on a casting couch trying to make a name for herself in rough videos. A little crass maybe but I’m not going to complain.

This was all her doing too, when we first began dating I was so gentle with her, but she was always working to take more of me in at once. Or grabbing my ass to hold me in too long. I asked her to marry me for many reasons, but I’d be lying if I said her ability to literally fist her own mouth wasn’t one of them.

In LoveIn Love With An Alien, pt. 2 [F+F+ALIEN] [FIST] [INTER] [ANAL] [ORAL] [THREESOME]

*Second part of my story, first one to be found* [*here*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ojcnmf/in_love_with_an_alien_femalien_creampie_fist_inter/)

That day, both Andy and I would get our first meeting with another individual.

This had astonished me in more ways than one. For all of his race achievements, the idea of love making between more than two puzzled Andy. His was a race with seemingly no sexual boundaries, but only if with a single other soul. I later understood their idea as sexual energy being such a powerful force that it required, demanded, total dedication to a single partner. Sharing with more than one was beyond possible. Funnier idea when orgies were all well and good, sharing and exchanging partners no issues. But, not at the same time.

That’s not to say he wasn’t incredibly excited with the idea when I told him. Oh, how he was!

Aboard the spaceship, I had been sharing with Tessa my encounters with Andy. Tessa was a hugely popular girl in the crew, first because she was a lively force, full of energy and smiles, and second, well, second for being so amazingly gorgeous. Those immense green eyes, and that full bottom of hers that filled the official uniform’s skirt and made such seductive promises whenever she walked down the corridors, the aisles, the biomes. More than a fair share of lovers had found out those promises, and more fights than I’d care to count erupted because of her. Amongst those lovers, though, there had never been an alien. Or a human woman, for that matter.

Married Woman, excited for some fun [MF][bd][oral][cheating]

I had been waiting for this night all week. My kids are gone, and my husband is about to walk out the door for work. I kept an eye on the clock knowing he couldn’t leave late tonight or else everything could go wrong. I give him a kiss at the door and wish him luck at work. It’s 9:00pm, right on schedule. I now have 30 minutes to prepare for you to walk through my door. I get excited just to think about what the next hours will bring. I sent you a text message earlier that day with instructions on what to do. You don’t know what is in store for tonight, but you are hard knowing the trouble we could get into over the next many hours. You park your car down the street so the neighbors don’t see you at my house. You take a calming breath before reading the text message again. It reads “be at my house at 9:30, the door will be unlocked. Let yourself in. Walk through the kitchen and living room, you will see the bedroom door on the left. Come on in. I can’t wait to see you. XOXO -your dirty slut”. Your cock twitches in anticipation. You check the time, 9:29pm. Perfect, you climb out of the car and walk down to the address I sent you before.

[FM4F] a success story of Domination, Bdsm, waterboarding, dessert, and a nice weekend.

We have posted before regarding our meetups with dark unicorns (a woman seeking a threesome with a couple, in a BDSM context). It has been asked that we update as we do, we have had a few forays that went undocumented but this one we just had to put to pen so to speak. It’s long, no apologies. I give advice throughout it, take it for what it’s worth or don’t I don’t have an agenda but there are things I wish I had known or considered when we first started. I figure I should pass on that knowledge.
First, off we are a long-married couple 14 years, MF and we are really kinky and into harder BDSM, we like submissive women, we aren’t swingers, no swapping, no munches, just the occasional woman to share and abuse together additionally we tend to play with the same woman for an ongoing relationship. We are into fitness and on the attractive side, my wife is simply put; stunning, I am slightly above average if only because I keep fit and dress well not through any genetic gifts.
So, we had posted one of our Reddit ad’s, they are easy to find on our profile, in summary, they are incredibly detailed and even have a FAQ a bit of humor and are concise in what we are looking for. We think that is important. This last time we got a good number of responses we filtered out the ones that are one word or something dumb like ‘let’s fuck’. Move on through them and chat with a few, filter out some that do not really match well. It’s a very physical thing and if you aren’t attracted or have some characteristic that isn’t acceptable you need to politely move on, if you’re just starting out as a couple, don’t settle for something that isn’t going to do it for BOTH of you.
So, the woman we met replied and wrote a very in-depth original message, covering her thoughts and feelings on most of the things in our post, where she’s from a bit of her background, kinks of course, but personal stuff just telling us about her. This shows a few things, she is likely a real person, she was detailed and read our post, most catfish are lazy, and won’t and she had some humor which matters to us a lot.
We started chatting on KIK, we verified, no issues, went over basic stuff. We did a video chat, my wife liked her, and the pics matched her. She was a bit nervous but it’s to be expected. It’s hard via, video chat to really vibe, so if it’s not perfect at first give things a chance.
Here is the thing, most of the women we have met are not vixens or in the sex scene, so if you expect a woman just because she wants a CNC/BDSM scene to be slutty and begging you to destroy her like she is a pro in a porno, you are likely headed for disappointment. We were not and she didn’t we liked the bit of shyness. Moving forward let’s give her a name, let’s call her W.
So over the next week, we talk and message the three of us we communicate a lot, getting to know her chatting almost daily answering questions, making as sure as possible we will get along. It’s a relationship, remember that and all relations need to be nurtured, this is the same you get out what you put in. After a good while we all decide let’s meet, we bought her a ticket to come fly in she lives a few states away. So, there is some financial risk, but you gotta roll the dice in life, nobody who never plays wins.
W fly’s in we were in communication often and we picked her up at the airport, it’s noteworthy that she is much younger, were in our 40’s she in her, mid 20’s. We were waiting and I greeted her at the arrivals took her bag and hugged her, she looked adorable, dressed conservatively she is fit and cute, big eyes and a perfect little nose, I daresay better than the pics, which is another thing I would recommend, don’t send someone filtered pics, send good pics sure, but honest pics, if you’re going to meet don’t set yourself up for failure. If they don’t think you’re attractive the real you, you aren’t going to trick them into fucking you and you made the whole thing uncomfortable. That said she looked great, if she liked me or didn’t I couldn’t tell, I tend to not be photogenic but she looked uncertain. I figured she may be nervous and who could blame her? But I smiled said I was glad to see her and tried to be as non-threatening as possible. I’m a dom, yes, but that definitely doesn’t mean you need to be a douchbag, and being a gentleman in most aspects of your life doesn’t mean you can’t be rough when it’s required.
We walked to the car where my wife was and she got out and greeted W with a warm hello and a hug. I noticed W didn’t really reciprocate with her either, my wife as previously mentioned is gorgeous and sweet, so I figured perhaps the standoff-ish behavior was a character trait or related to nerves.
It was late, already 10 pm so we drove to our house, we made small talk about Cleveland and when we arrived, we attacked her immediately.
I’m kidding, that may happen to some of the success stories, but its just not how we do things, so we showed her around, introduced her to our dog. We feel a clean home says a lot about the owners and builds comfort, we showed her the guest room, my wife had prepped a little gift bag, some snacks and water, cookies, and we all then sat in the living room and chatted. I reiterated how I wanted her to feel comfortable and that there was Zero obligation on her part to do anything at all with us. It would suck if she came all this way and decided not to play, but we wouldn’t want her to feel obligated, so we really wanted to be clear about it. Nobody owes you anything, if you buy a woman a meal, its because you chose to do so she doesn’t need to fuck you for it, same with a plane ticket.
It was now past 11 the everyone had worked all day, and both women were looking sleepy, we decided to call it a night, No sex, we all just went to sleep. Gentlemen, I can’t stress this enough if you look thirsty it’s just pathetic, women know you want to fuck them, but if you’re desperate it rarely attracts them, just be calm things will happen. (Good advice for all dating BDSM or otherwise) If you have two women that watch you tripping yourself because you are eager to fuck them both you may very well end up only fucking yourself. We told her goodnight and retired to our room, her in the guest room.
The next morning, I took a shower and then made the women breakfast and brought it upstairs so they could eat in bed, I do this regularly for my wife, she is my queen and I will treat her as such. W was surprised when I knocked on her bedroom door and asked her to come join us in our room for breakfast if she wanted, the option was hers or she could eat it in the guest room.
She came over got into our bed and we all ate, eggs, bacon, bagels and coffee. My wife asked W to show her the tattoos she had, a good excuse to get close and touch her skin a bit. We then sat in bed watching Netflix, I don’t recall the show we were talking and the subject got to sex and kinks. I told W we both think you’re beautiful and would like to move forward with things, discussed safewords, and I said ‘If you’re in agreement why don’t you meet me downstairs.’ In a bit. She said yes a bit of trepidation in her voice.
1st session:
About ten minutes later, I heard her quietly approaching down the stairs. I asked her if she remembered the safe words, she did, yellow- slow down, red- full stop. I grabbed her firmly and pushed her against the wall, kissed her roughly, and then told her, she was a slut for coming to our house and never complimenting my beautiful wife. I had her strip, a delight I admit, a thin waist, round ass, great breasts, and I can’t help but restate how damn cute she is, why is the innocent look so sexy to me? We can break this down on a different forum, okay sounds reasonable.
I put my fingers inside her soaked pussy, she had gotten a Brazilian wax the day before and was smooth, which I like. I then put those fingers into her mouth.
“You’re whore, you’re soaked.” I slapped her face, she nodded big eyes looking scared. She was trembling, full disclosure, she looks so sweet and is so soft-spoken I was feeling guilty, but this is what we all agreed to in many discussions. So, I pulled her hair and bit her neck, I mean I wouldn’t want to disappoint. She had mentioned that previous boyfriends hadn’t been rough enough or felt guilty if they were rough, she wanted someone who was going to push her, but I was seeing their side of things she’s adorable, and it is really hard to go very rough on someone that looks so sweet. That said, she didn’t respond to our post because it said we would go light she knew well what we are about, deep breath in, follow through I reminded myself.
“Fucking whore.”
I slapped her then asked her to affirm for me what she is,
“what are you?” she squinted defiantly, jaw tightening, not loving the idea of admitting it, or vocalizing it. This had been discussed as it all should be, don’t surprise your partner with something talk about it so you don’t get surprised by ruining the whole thing with something that is off-limits.
I slapped her face.
“What are you?”
“I’m a whore.” She replied, without conviction.
‘You are a whore. Tell me again, what you are, this time like you mean it!” I growled pulling her dark auburn hair tensing and pressing my body against her naked body as I did.
“I’m a whore.” She replied with ever so slightly more gusto but still not enough to convince.
“A fucking dirty whore, is what you are.” I slapped her face and pulled her hair. “-say it.”
“I’m a dirty whore.” She muttered, to which I bit her neck and slapped her face harder.
“Say it like you mean it.”
“I’m a dirty whore.”
We repeated this perhaps ten times.
I grabbed her throat pressed her against the wall and choked her, while I rubbed her clit with my other hand.
“Tell me what the fuck you are!” I hissed.
“I’m a whore.” W said, still not quite believable but getting closer, we repeated and then I mixed slapping her and stimulating her with the same hand while keeping her pinned to the wall and slightly choked with the other. (If you don’t know how to choke someone, look it up, it seems simple but there are differences between choking someone to cut off the blood flow and choking someone that will injure the windpipe)
“You’re not learning whore, but you are lucky to have found two people patient enough to teach even a stupid little whore like you to behave like a decent human being, aren’t you lucky?”
I pushed her legs apart and slapped her pussy, she gasped not expecting it.
“I asked you a question whore, aren’t you lucky?” I accentuated it with a series of facial slaps.
“Yes, I am lucky.” She replied, averting her eyes from me.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded, and she did.
I slapped her pussy, making her count each time I struck her and thank me. She was good with this, but there was a button, there, when she was made to affirm things something that twisted in her.
Bondage is odd because you want to push those limits, take your partner to an edge they likely haven’t been to before, but not over it, just right to the line where they are looking down at the fall, scared but not falling, because you as a dom own them that, you’re not supposed to hurt them, and if you think you pushed too hard stop and let them know you won’t do it again, then don’t.
Learn and be intuitive. If you do go too far and you have to stop, and that means you won’t get to abuse someone or get to fuck for a while, then that’s the way it is, take care of your sub, you overdid it, you weren’t reading her, and even if that wasn’t the case and she just didn’t communicate well, that sucks but be a decent person, and take care of her hold her and let her know that wasn’t the intention. If you’re a sub and your dom won’t do those things, it’s not healthy, find someone who will meet those needs and who values your wellbeing and doesn’t just see you as a toy to break.
I digress, I go on tangents at times. Well anyway, I recognized something was there but hadn’t put my finger on it quite yet, well in a manner of ideas anyway.
I grabbed a buttplug, pulled her over the workout bench and lay her across my lap, stuck the plug in and began spanking her. Her skin is porcelain white, and her ass was perky and perfect, I made her count for me each hit, when she failed or didn’t say it loud enough she got additional strikes.

My [F]irst [M]arried Swap With a [F]un couple from [M]aryland – The Next Night

This is the follow-up from my last story. You can read about Night 1 [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ok39lg/my_first_married_swap_on_vacation_with_a_fun/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

In rereading my last post I saw I forgot to describe our friends and give names, so here we go. Moving forward I (31F) am Corey, my husband (37M) is Ryan.

Joanna (30F) was about 5’4, curly Auburn hair, and a bit chubby but not fat at all, as most of it went to her 38D boobs. Kyle (24M) was 6’1, black & Hispanic mix, and muscular. I was under the impression he was a fling after her divorce.

So now what that is all squared away, we’ll move to the next night, which was their last night at the resort. That night we made plans to go to fancy restaurant at the resort, where you dressed up. My husband was basic with a sport coat over a button-up and a khakis. I wore a form fitting little black dress, with heels, a flattering bra, and no panties per my husband’s request. When we got to dinner Joanna had on a short blue dress that revealed plenty of cleavage and a Sharon Stone leg cross revealed she too was commando. Kyle wore a sport coat over a white linen shirt and slacks that accentuated his large package.

She was so tired of waiting for the right Daddy to come along. Part 4 (DD/lg, noncon, role reversal)

The cock pushed hard against the back of my throat as I immediately started to gag and choke on it. The feeling of worthlessness was indescribable and peaked as she grabbed the back of my head and even though I couldn’t take it in my throat, I thought as I choked on it, she rocked her hips forward smashing my head against the headboard, the dildo cramming into my mouth with nowhere to go… until all of a sudden as I gagged, all that dick bunched up together found an opening to escape into. My throat felt like it was going to explode as her red cock slid in and forced its way inside my neck in an instant. I was seeing stars. My stomach was trying to heave around the cock in my throat. Everything slowed down and faded as Sally started to pet my head. “That’s good, Daddy. Just like that.” Her hips rocked back and I could feel the slippery dildo sliding through my throat. I could feel it’s veins. I could feel every bump, enormous. But before the cock passed the back of my throat, she rammed it back in. She kept petting my hair. Up and out of my throat. The feeling of relief building. “You’re…” She rammed it right back in. My hope shattered. “Doing so good.” She squeezed her tits as she threw her head back, pushing the dick even further inside me. I swear I felt it against my lungs. She kept petting me as her head rocked side to side, a smile on her face, so pleased with herself. “Ok, Daddy.” She pulled back and finally, the cock slid up and out of my throat. “You can breathe.”

My Sweet Satan: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines (BDSM) (Humiliation) (Supernatural)

My Sweet Satan: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

by Dmitri Storm

Dorota lay in her coffin, playing with her cunt and whispering soft prayers to her Count, her Master, her God. Her fingers caused her labia piercings to pull at her flesh, making sweet music, the music of church bells. Her sisters found her “meditations” to be strange, but she didn’t care. They didn’t understand the Count the way she did.

Dorota had always been what the other people in her village called “odd”. She talked to the trees, the squirrels, to fairies, to angels, and claimed they talked back. When she passed the age that people stopped calling it an overactive imagination and started calling it being touched in the head, her parents started to worry. They tried herbs, they tried prayer, they tried a doctor and a wise woman, they tried locking her in a room for a week, nothing seemed to work. When Dorota began to act out sexually, they began to do more than worry.