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A new acquisition for the Hive [Insect] [NonCon] [Fantasy] [Lactation] [Oviposition] [MindBreak]

Tags: non-con, oviposition, lactation, slight breast growth, slight nipple penetration.

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Somehow through the fear and agitation of the moment, Marla sees another opening at the opposite end of the small jungle, almost 50 meters away. Unfortunately however, her little attempt to be quiet did not work; one of the creatures flared its wings and began buzzing menacingly:

With a powerful flap it darts at Marla, latching onto her with its long insectile arms as it tackled her to the ground; the longer arms holding her arms at her side, and her legs down to the dirt.

The two smaller limbs at the front under its head seem to open up, like a three-fingered hand, and small, lithe and sticky tendrils emerged from underneath as they clasped onto Marla’s breasts tightly. The outer arms suctioned her chests in place, while the sticky inner tendrils seemed to begin molesting them more thoroughly, one tightening around her nipple, while the other seemed to try and press its narrowest part into her nipple as if it wanted to penetrate her. The remainder began coiling around her breast, tightening, squeezing the fat underneath. Read more »

[MASSAGE, EXHIBITIONISM] I (M30) accidentally went to an erotic massage and bath with my best friend (F30)

I’ve been dreaming about fucking Ellie for 15 years.
Let me take you back real quick to explain: we met in kindergarten, our mothers became fast friends and we grew up together.
She was my partner in crime when we were kids.
Then we hit puberty and I started to notice… new things about Ellie.
I think I was 20 the first time I allowed myself to think about her when I was masturbating. She has these beautiful tits and I had just spent a whole day thinking of what they would feel like around my cock if I ever had the chance to tit fuck her. So I wanked it really good, pretending my fist was actually Ellie kneeling before me and squeezing her breast so I could fuck them.
Never made a move though, because:
1 – I didn’t wanna risk the friendship
2 – There was never a right time
3 – I’m full of shit cause I’m actually a fucking coward
“Hey shooter” she hugs me really tight and smacks a kiss on my cheek “You ready?”
“You gotta stop calling me that” I hug her back.
“It’s cause of the thing with the guy in the place!” She whines, cause yeah, there’s a lot of backstory to that nickname.
“Yeah, but it sounds horrible without context, Ellie”
“Alright, Joshua” she makes a point to enunciate every letter of my name “Are you ready?”
“Yeah, what are we doing here again?” I let her guide us into the spa.
“It’s the prize I got at that sex fair thing”
“What were you doing at a sex fair again?”
“Keeping Andy company while he checked out the male stripper he is dating”
“What is Andy doing checking people he dates at their workplace again?”
“Why do you end every question with ‘again’?”
“It’s called being emphatic”
“It’s called being annoying”
“Andy shouldn’t be stalking people and you shouldn’t be helping”
“Whatever, Shooter”
“Whatever, Stalker”
The receptionist stares at both of us cause, like I said, that fucking nickname sounds horrible without context.
I am shy but Ellie doesn’t care. She gives the receptionist the gift card and her name for the settled appointment and we are asked to sit just for a minute.
“Hey Ells?”
“Yeah?”
“Why am I here ag…”
“Don’t say ‘again’, Joshua, I will hit you with something sharp”
“What am I doing here, Elise?”
“I told you”
“You didn’t”
“I really did”
“You really didn’t”
“Really? It’s a massage for two people. Andy couldn’t come cause he had a date. Natalie couldn’t get off work”
“I was your third choice?”
“Have you ever been to a spa before?”
“No”
“Have you ever wanted to come to a spa before?”
“No”
“Do you know what a spa is?”
“Kinda. Maybe. No” I keep correcting myself.
“Yeah, you were my third choice. I still love you the most though.”
The place is nice, I’ll give you that. There’s cucumber water, some low-fi music and the single most relaxing foyer ever designed. It doesn’t take long for the two masseuses to come and takes us to the rooms.
Only it’s not rooms (plural), it’s room (singular) which is an issue because we are two people (plural) and not one person (singular).
“Where do I go?” I ask.
“In here” the masseuse is a petite woman with some Angelina Jolie lips and a sweet smile.
“And where does she go?” I point to Ells.
“In here” Angelina smiles again, pointing to exactly the same door.
The two masseuses go into the room to set some robes for us and I whisper to my best friend:
“What the fuck kind of massage did you win?”
“I don’t know! It was free, I didn’t ask.”
“You can take off your clothes and put these robes on” the other masseuse is tall and has short straight hair like a brunet Heidi Klum.
“Where can we do that?”
Angelina smiles and says “In here”.
That’s three “in here” in a row. Angelina really does have a catch phrase.
They leave. We stay.
“So, we’re just supposed to get naked?”
“I’m wearing a bikini underneath. Aren’t you wearing a bathing suit?”
“No” I widen my eyes, blaming her fully for the lack of instructions I was given.
“I told you to wear one!”
“Stalker, when you have these conversations with me, do they happen in real life on inside your head?”
“I really told you”
“You really didn’t! Elise!”
“Just be naked then. We are grown ups and know each other for ages. So what if I see your willy? It’s fine”
It’s not fine.
It’s not fine that she sees my willy.
It’s not fine that the woman I’ve had a crush on for 15 years, the woman with the killer body that makes me drool and the sweet smile that makes me melt, thinks about my penis in such a low esteem that it gets called a willy.
“I’m not gonna get naked, Elise!”
“Do you have any ideia how much a massage at this place costs? Fine! I can be naked too, then you won’t be alone”
I close and open my eyes in absolute bewilderement at her solution.
“How does that help?” My whisper is as loud as it can be, while still being called a whisper.
“You’re shy. I’m not. So we do this together. Turn that way, I’ll turn this way. We’ll be wearing robes in no time” She starts undressing and I turn around like a man too scared to look directly at the sun.
She is naked.
Naked.
Behind me.
Ellie.
With her tits out in the open and her pussy free from protection. I think her nakedness warms the air around her cause I’m feeling feverish. Like something coming for her direction is burning me up.
I get undress and into the robe. She asks if I’m done before she can turn, but I don’t turn back cause my dick is hardening and that’s the kinda of thing you can’t hide when all you got is a thin robe.
This was a horrible idea.
This is gonna be a nightmare.
I’m gonna lay on a table, naked, next to her, naked, and have to… relax? How is that possible?
If I had any remote idea this was how my day would turn out, I would have jerked off the fatest load before leaving my house.
I don’t wanna be a creep, ok? I don’t wanna risk ou ruin our friendship and I would never put her in a awkward position. But I have such an immeasurable crush on this women, it’s pathetic.
The masseuses come back, Angelina taps her table and I know what she is gonna say before she says it. “In here” she smiles, pointing to the massage table. Not even “on here” which I guess would be the right way to say it? Between that and her clear inability to understand plural vs singular, I think someone ought to teach Angie some grammar.
She and Heidi hold out a towel for each of us to protect our nakedness while we get out of the robes and on the tables. Great. Where were they before when I needed help? I’ve never been to a spa before but this makes no sense. Go in there and get naked and then put a robe and then I have this towel and you take off the robe then get naked again.
I lay down and try to pretend I’m somewhere else for the next 45 minutes.
The massage is not bad. But Ellie’s soft moans every now and then are insanity inducing.
I don’t think there is ailment worst than being horny for your best friend.
Actually, there are lost of ailments that are probably much worst, but right now I can’t think of any, so give me a break.
I have to take deep breaths and when Angelina asks me to turn belly up I feel my entire body blush and heat up cause I know I got a half pump going on and there is nothing covering my hips but a towel so she is definitely gonna see.
I wanna get out of here so bad it’s a blessing when they finally whisper in our ears telling us the massage is over.
Great.
Wonderful.
Thank you, Lord.
“Now, if you two could walk up to the tub for the erotic bath” Heidi says like a news anchor wishing me a good night.
“Go to the what for the what now?” I tilt my head cause I’m sure I heard it wrong.
“The tub. For the erotic bath.”
“I’m sorry?” I shake my head cause stuff still doesn’t make sense and by now I really don’t trust the grammar around here anyway.
Ellie, however, seems to have figured something out as she has her hands over her mouth. Her jaw dropped a little and her eyes are lost in the horizon.
I am afraid to ask.
“What?” I whisper as the two Grammar Crazies go off to the tub to prepare it for us.
“The sex fair” she whispers back “That’s where I won this. Maybe it’s an erotic massage?”
“Hmhum, hmhum” I grunt, only slightly sane “And you didn’t think to check that?”
“It was a massage at a well known spa. I just thought it was a regular massage, I didn’t even know that…”
“In here” Angelina says and I smile like a psycho. This woman really only knows two words, doesn’t she.
“Should we leave?” I ask but Ells has a weird curious smile.
“I kinda wanna see what it is. But you can leave if you’re not comfortable”
An erotic bath with you, Ellie? That’s something I’ve been dreaming about like fifty percent of the times I shower.
This is not gonna end well.
This is gonna end terribly.
I should have excused myself but… I also kinda wanna see what it is.
“I’m not leaving if you’re not” I hesitate “You’ll call me a coward for the rest of my life”
Angelina snaps her fingers calling our attention:
“In her…”
“Yeah, yeah!” I growl.
I get to the tub first and Angelina, bless her, holds out a towel so I can undress and get in the tub.
Then it’s Ellie’s turn and look, I’m not stupid. Ellie is not stupid. I graduated at MIT. Ellie went to Law School at Yale. We are smart people. Really smart.
So tell me: how the FUCK did we forget we were gonna do this naked?
Cause, somehow, in the last two minutes I forgot.
And by the pale look on Ellie’s agonising face, so did she.
I am sitting in the bathtub with hot water and bubbles around me, so my nakedness is kinda safe.
Hers, however… I try to look away to give her some privacy walking in, but… she’s gonna be completely naked pretty much on my nose so, I don’t know how to save this.
It gets worst because Ellie can’t walk into the tub as easily as I did. She complicates herself coming and going so I have to look to try to help.
And then I die.
Josh died.
Bury Josh.
Give him his eulogies.
Elise’s tits are fucking heavy. Her mom is latina and her dad is Norwegian so she has these incredible combinations of traits. The luscious lips, the delicious ampersand curves. She has light brown hair and her pussy is slightly covered by some light brown pubes. She waxes the edges and shaves it to keep them almost gone. Her nipples are dark and small and I feel my head going light.
I’m gonna pass out.
I have imagined her for years, but I was nowhere near how hot she actually is.
She leans in trying to get into the tub and her tits drop in an angle that, if I were to stand up right now, I could fuck her tits with ease.
“Oh, for the love of…” I get up to give her a hand and help her in.
I am naked. I am hard. She looks down for a second and notices both these things.
Angie and Heidi have the towels up so they don’t see us, but at this point I don’t even know if I care.
I sit back in the tub, thinking to myself it can’t get any worst, but it can.
It really can.
The tub isn’t big enough for us to sit side by side, so Ellie has to sit on my lap.
I’d laugh in desperation, but I forgot how to.
I try to lean back so there’s the least amount of touch between us, but I’m hard.
I am so hard I feel my dick throbbing and begging for pussy.
I stare at the ceiling and take a deep breath. Angie and Heidi leave us to get some products or whatever. I don’t know, I didn’t hear what they said. All I can hear is a ringing in my ear.
I hold on to the edges of the tub like my life depends on it. I hold on so hard you can see the veins in my forearms popping up.
“I’m sorry” Ellie whispers “I didn’t know”
“It’s fine” I say, but there’s a horrible tremor in my voice “I’m sorry too, but I can’t… control it” I whimper, fully aware that my erection is poking her back.
“It’s ok. I understand. I don’t mind”
I let out a panic laughter and she turns her face to look at me.
She is so beautiful I wanna cry.
“It’s hard for me too”.
“What?”
“I’m sharing so you don’t feel bad” she explains, with a voice so low it almost sounds like she is shy “Cause guys can’t hide it when they are turned on, right? Girls can. So… it’s hard for me too”
“You mean…?”
She seems to go a bit impatient.
“I mean I’m wet, Josh”
Ok.
Alright.
That doesn’t help.
It doesn’t help even one tiny little bit.
I bite my lips hard hoping the pain will control my boner, but it doesn’t. It’s raging under the water and poking hard at Ellies back. So hard, I can feel her soft skint agains my sensitive tip which means it’s getting harder by the second.
“You’re wet?” I ask, I don’t know why.
“Yeah. Really wet” she breathes heavily.
Angelina and Heidi are back. They have oils and start massaging our arms and napes and let me tell you, I’m about to cum in this water.
“Can I lean against your chest?” Ellie asks, quietly “This position is hurting my back”
“Yeah, but… I’m gonna get harder if you do that”
“I know. It’s fine. Can I?”
I nod and she leans against my chest.
Fuck, she smells good.
I grab onto the edges of the tub even harder. Angie is trying to massage my arms to get me to relax, but I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen.
I try to breath really slow.
I try to think of something else.
But I think my cock is poking Ellie a little too hard, cause she moves a bit and, clearly without giving it much thought, puts her hand between us to get it out of the way. Her fingers brush by my cock when she places it upwards and my entire body shivers.
I’m a pretty strong guy, and I grab the tub with such violence I might crack it.
“Sorry” she squeezes my thighs to apologize but her sweet touch on my legs make everything around me get out of focus.
I’m breathing in her ear, trying to fight the urge to bite it. I think our friendship is already seriously damaged. Honestly, I don’t know how we’ll get back from this.
“You want me to finish you off?” She whispers, so low I can barely hear.
“What?” I gasp, turning my head to sink my nose in her hair, I slide my nose down the side of her face, my ajar lips brushing on her ear.
“I can rub it off for you” she puts her hand between us again “Maybe that will make it a little easier?”
Fuck it.
Fuck it all to hell.
“Yeah?”
She nods and I place her hand on my cock.
Ellie closes her fist around it and jerks me off. I don’t ever wanna leave this fucking bathtub.
“You need help too?” My turn to ask “You said it was hard for you too. You want me to…?”.
Her turn to nod.
So I drop my hands in the water. I grab her thighs with both my hands and she gasps. I open her pussy lips and finger her. Her thighs squeeze my hands in place and she moans so deliciously I wanna eat her. I wanna eat her pussy so bad.
Angelina and Heidi, who are hot women in their own rights by the way, move on to massaging my chest. And I am 150% sure I will cum in a couple of minutes even if they didn’t say:
“Now it’s time for the rest of the massage. The one you give each other.”
I don’t even ask.
Fuck it.
Fuck everything.
I just close my eyes.
“Can we touch you more privately?” they ask and we both agree.
I think we both agree.
I don’t know, man. I am just a sack of meat and lust at this point.
Heidi guides Ellie’s body so she moves up a little and when her hand leaves my cock I get upset and change my mind. I want the masseuses to leave. Right now.
Angelina puts her arms in the water and holds on to my cock which is so hot and unexpected it makes every muscle in my body tense up. She aligns my cock’s tip with Ellie’s slit and Heidi tells Ellie to sit.
Fuck, I’m gonna fuck Ellie.
Yeah, sweetheart, sit on me. Do it. Fuck.
I can barely control my hips.
Ellie turns to make sure I’m ok with that. And I am completely ok with that if she is.
I nod. She nods. I think we share a smile.
And she sits.
Angie guides me inside her pussy and I stop breathing.
Ellie moans all the way until I’m fully inside her pussy and her ass is on my lap.
Her back is against my chest and she leans her head over my shoulder, lost in pleasure. I start giving her little kisses on her face and neck.
“Good like this?” I move my hips a little bit and her quick gasp becomes a little scream.
“Yeah” she begs, scratching my thighs. The masseuses are absolutely watching us have sex, but at this point I don’t think any of us cares “Fuck, it’s been so long” she moans.
“What?”
“I haven’t had sex in like… a year” she confesses.
“Oh, honey” I bite her ear, really sweet “This beautiful pussy hasn’t seen a cock in a ear?”
She nods, biting her lips. Her eyes closed, her body arching. God, she looks like a fucking goddess.
“You gotta treat it better” I say, rubbing her clit and she starts moaning louder.
In all my dreaming, for whatever reason, I never thought about Ellie’s moaning. So that’s the bit that fucks me up the most cause she has these delicious little moans and gasps and screams. I want her to cum. I wanna hear her cum.
Ellie is probably thinking the same cause she starts riding me hard.
“No, don’t move” Heidi says, and they both hold her in place.
Don’t move? What kind of torture move is this?
Yes move! Let her move!
Fuck this!
Heidi and Angelina have their arms in the water again. I feel their hands on mine. The three of us competing over Ellie’s pussy lips and clit. They guide my fingers, then they finger her themselves. One of us is always grabbing Ellie’s slit, one of us is always grabbing her thighs, one of us is always grabbing her bean. And she feels us. With a never-ending moan that sounds like pleasure filled agony.
“Now you touch her” Heidi orders me and she doesn’t need to say that twice. I grab Ellie’s body like I wanna eat her with my fingers. I slide my grip up her stomach all the way to her tits and they feel even better in my hands than I’d imagined. I squeeze her fat tits and play with her nipples like I’m living the dream. I bite her ear and I think it’s too much, cause Ells sinks her hands in the water looking for her clit. And I think that makes me even hornier. She starts rubbing one out while eating my cock with her pussy and she would come if Heidi and Angie didn’t stop her.
They hold her hands, stopping her from rubbing it out and I think Ellie will cry.
“Now you turn” Heidi says.
Turn?
They remove her from my cock only to turn her to face me. Ellie doesn’t wait and neither do I. She grabs my cock herself and guides it inside her without waiting for the masseuses, and as soon as my tip is aligned in her I move my hips in hard making her scream.
Her nipples brushing on my chest making patterns of their own while she wiggles around my dick, since the horrible women won’t let her ride me.
Ellie holds on to my shoulders and I kiss her. Really kiss her. Feeling her tongue on mine and my whole body is set on some kind of metaphysical fire.
Heidi and Angelina massage us both, pressing her body against mine so I can fully feel her tits, and I gotta say I love them for it. If I ever said a single bad word about these women before, I was fool, forgive me.
But again, they don’t let her ride me. And after a few minutes worth of massages, they guide her out of my cock again. I am desperate for more of her pussy and I hope the masseuses are just gonna give us a new position to fuck, but instead, they sit Ellie on my lap, like she was at the very beginning… completely out of my cock. And now I hate them again. They massage our napes and then excuse themselves for a few minutes and tell us it’s ok if we drift off and nap.
Drift off?
NAP?
Sweetheart, are you fucking crazy?
“Get up” I say to Ellie as soon as they are gone “Get up get up get up get up”
She obeys me really fast. She gets out of the tub and hurries to her robe. I think maybe she misunderstood me. But when she bends over to get the robe I get the tip of my cock in her again, holding her hips in place.
“Ells, is this ok?” I say, in a fever dream.
“Yeah” she begs, pushing herself back to swallow my cock with her puss.
And then I fuck her.
I hold her waist and I fuck her like I’ve been dreaming of doing for 15 years.
She is wet and warm and delicious.
“Flick it” I tell her “Flick your clit, cum with me”
She does it. Fingering herself, one inch away from it. So fucking beautiful she is, fingering herself like this. I think I wanna watch her masturbate beginning to end.
I sink my cock in her, feeling her hole tight around me.
“Do I need to pull out?” I ask in a haze.
“No. You can cum in me”
“Yeah? Say that again?”
She starts moaning loud as fuck. She is cumming.
“In me, Josh. Fuck. Fill me up”
I let go.
My load explodes from my cock filling her up just like she asked. Making my legs and my arms shake, lifelessly. My breathing out of control while the orgasms burns through my body.
I move out of her and watch my jizz dripping out of her puss to her pubes and thighs.
I pull her in and kiss her. She holds me with a smile.
“We should have done this sooner”
I laugh quietly.
“You wanna keep doing it?”
She licks my lips before saying “Oh yes. Absolutely”.

[MMF] That One Time… with Friends

This is a true story about a one-time (mmf) threesome I had, with friends, about 10 years ago. Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. HAHA!

TL;DR I came across some friends of mine, a married couple, on Craigslist who were seeking a mmf, and we ended up spending a hot night (and next morning) together. Plus this is a long story, which is my MO, and it also involves male-male activities; please pass this bi if it isn’t your thing.

At one time, Craigslist’s “casual encounters” section was a great (and free) way of finding great sex hookups “in your area”, in particular finding couples who were looking for a bi guy like myself. While I don’t consider myself to be a swinger necessarily, my interests in various “extracurriculars” definitely have an intersect with the lifestyle; as such I’ve usually perused so-called swingers ads, and found the types of situations that I was looking for. In any case, finding an exciting couple to enjoy a mmf with was what really scratched that itch for me.

One ad in particular caught my attention. It read something like this:

Welcome to Beaverwood [M18,F18M,F30,M35] [explicit, coercion, face sitting, comedic]

Inside the cab of an old pickup truck that is parked behind a sign reading, “Welcome to Beaverwood,” Judy Mathis is sliding off her panties and preparing to take it up the ass from Freddy Hardin.

“I told you,” she says in her mother’s southern drawl that only comes out when she is horny, “to bring a condom.”

“I’m sorry, Judy. I forgot, but if I don’t bust this nut soon then I might just die.”

“Well, come on then,” she urges him, taking his cock into her hand and giving it a couple of quick tugs, “stick it in my ass before anyone shows up.”

“Who’s gonna to show up?”

“The law, dumbass. Now stick it in.”

Freddy turns to face Judy who is on her knees in the passenger seat, presenting herself. He grips his cock and feels himself push inside. They both let out an audible moan.

“There now, you’re in. Happy?”

“I am.”

“You gonna marry me after this?”

“Marry you after what,” he asks as he pulls his cock out and slowly reinserts it. Read more »

Club fun with my wife [MMF]

I am lucky to have a wife who likes to play. She turns heads wherever we go, no matter what she is wearing. Alessia is at her early thirties, 5’7” with full lips, and a shapely figure that includes size 34D tits. Men drool over her and we love it. When we got home, we ravage each other as we recount all the men who flirted, and we both decided that sharing her would be a new adventure to our sex lives.

Tonight was our night to try. Alessia wore crotchless panties and a short, pleated skirt that reminded me of a schoolgirl’s uniform. On top, she wore a tight tank that held her breasts firmly and exposed her flat belly. Without a bra, her nipples were easily seen, even if they were not erect. Once erect they could not be missed. Her waist-length red hair was held back with a decorative silver clip and on her feet were blue pumps which accentuated her legs and matched her skirt. Red lip gloss was the finishing touch which drove me wild.

“You look stunning, hot, and a bit slutty all at the same time,” I said. Read more »

Lust Serum Test on A College Campus p2 (MFFF) (orgy) (college) (public) (M20/F20)

Even in the stairwell, Luke and Maya could tell the energy in the building had changed. On the second floor, they saw one horny couple stumble into a classroom while another stumbled back into the hallway looking pleased. Muffled sounds were leaking into the stairs and growing louder as they approached the ground floor where sexual pandemonium had broken out. People were flowing in and out of rooms, while a growing number were openly fucking anybody they could reach in the hallway.

Luke couldn’t find words, but Maya moaned, “holy shit.” Where they had been feeling relief, they now felt recharged and ravenous. Confidently, Maya strode toward the pack and was immediately set upon by two guys. The duo ripped off her clothes, kissing and groping. One bent her over to stuff her mouth, while the other allowed Maya to wiggle her phat ass on his face. Panning the room, such configurations were the norm. Luke briefly wondered if Mia was around, but the thought made his cock with strain with lust. Delirious, he entered the fray, suddenly desperate for the nearest welcoming hole. Read more »

Short Black Dress [MF]

It was a simple enough request – “honey, can you help me with my shoes?” I wasn’t expecting to come around the corner to see her wearing a short black dress, with deep cleavage that instantly drew my gaze (as it always does). She needed help with some strappy high heels as she was rushing to leave for her night out. I grabbed her leg to raise it, and she instinctually pushed her dress down. I teasingly tried to get a peek at her underwear, but she protested “I don’t want panty lines with this dress!” and sheepishly admitted she wasn’t wearing any. With the plunging neckline and no underwear, all I could blurt out was “you look like you want to get fucked”. And had I not known the friends she was going with, I may have worried when she said, “maybe that is what I want”. Before she rushed out the door, she gave me a kiss that made me want to bend her over and take her right there. Read more »

Personal Yoga Teacher: Part Eight (slave, non-con, fear, mind-games, cunnulingus/bj, impact, tit-torture) All over 18

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. My stories fall under genres such as: “BDSM, non-con, dub-con, reluctance, & consensually non-con.” This is my fantasy, with me playing the character of the prey/sub/victim, not yours. The key word here, is fantasy. I DO NOT encourage or condone failing to obtain proper and excited consent in any real-life situation. In real life, always practice kinks with consent. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. Follow me to keep up to date on all my stories & read my bio for more fun!☺️***

I woke up, moving through my usual routine. I got cleaned up and then headed out to the shed for my morning blow job. Days didn’t seem to be complete without them. She was becoming more compliant each time, too. If she’s awake when I come in, she immediately gets on her knees and opens her mouth. Sometimes I let her wait, caning or whipping her first. Other times I immediately begin throat-fucking her. However, when she’s asleep like she is today, I just wake her up by pulling her out of her cage bed and then push my cock into her mouth. Read more »

I (F20’s) asked a guy (M20’s) to introduce me to some kinks, he choked and fist fucked me (NON CON, BREATHPLAY, ANAL, FIST FUCK, AFTERCARE)

He is drooling.
Cleaning up the saliva from his lips with the back of his hand.
I am completely naked and he locked the door. There is no running, there is no hiding.
I feel like prey.
Like a dish served hot on a hungry man’s dinner table.
I don’t move. I barely breathe.
Trevor is always playful, even when I tease him to hell and back. Even when he hate fucks me. Now, he feels different. He looks different… staring at my tits like he could bite a whole chunk of them off.
His breathing is so heavy I can hear it… I can feel it.
“Bend over” he says.
I cross my arms making my boobs pop up and it’s like I have strings going from my nipples to Trevor’s sanity. Because my tits move as I breathe and he seems to be squirming inside his own skin.
“You know what was funny?”
“Bend over”
“The way you held on to your beer all night. It was the bottle I shoved in my pussy, wasn’t it? You finished drinking it, but you didn’t put the damn thing down. I noticed this one time when someone tried to take it and you almost lost it. Were you really that desperate to smell me? I mean, what was up with that?”
“Tess?”
“Yeah?”
“Bend over”
“Make me”
“Ok” he says, quickly and carelessly. He grabs me before he even finishes replying. And considering his reply was only two letters, that was quite impressive.
He grabs one of my wrists and my waist, trying to turn me over so he can fuck my ass. I don’t fight him too much, but I don’t make it easy for him either. Trevor is large and thick. I swear his arms are about as thick as my thighs so when he grabs me like this, there is little hope for me even if I was trying to fight him with all I had.
“It’s so fucking easy to make you” he whispers “You said you wanted to be taken against your will and I thought I was gonna be sore and broken the following morning. But no… you’re like a little kitten with no claws”
Why does he have to do that?
Yeah, I know he is like four times my size, but there is no need to humiliate me.
“If I wanted to hurt you, you’d hurt” I say.
“If you wanted to hurt me, I’d tickle”
“Can you be quiet while you fuck me? Sometimes your voice pisses me off”
“You say that and I feel like singing” he grabs me harder and bends me over.
“At least when Ethan dry humped me, he just went for it. Instead of giving it intros like a little bitch”
Is it possible to hear someone’s blood boil?
I think it is.
I think I can hear it now.
Trevor backs off. I am bent over with my naked ass up and yet he is the one in a vulnerable position.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
I turn my head to the side and repeat it, carefully, like he is dumb “That when Ethan rubbed his cock against my ass, all he made me listen to was his warm moans. And I enjoyed it more than…”
He shuts me up by grabbing my throat.
His hand is large and strong, when he puts his fingers on my neck they go around me almost completely. And then he squeezes.
He’s done some versions of this before: choking me. But, like I said, it always felt playful. This time it feels real. This time his fingers are unrelenting, tightening around my throat to the point where I can’t even gasp because I have no air. Trevor hasn’t had a hair cut in a while and his hair falls over his eyebrows almost reaching his eyes and when he brings my face close to his, his hair tickles my nose.
“Apologize”.
“Fuck you” I whisper with whatever breath I have left.
He licks his lips like he is about to commit a crime. And then his face disappears from my line of sight as he turns me around. He sits on his bed and grabs me by throat and hair to bend me over his knee so he can spank me.
I am fully naked.
He is fully dressed.
There is something mind numbing erotic about being at a man’s disposal like this.
That and the fact that he is far to strong for me to do anything. He moves me around like I’m a little rag doll, made of cotton and light fabric. He wants me this way, then he wants me that way. I have to oblige no matter how many times I say fuck you, because he is right… I can’t fight him. And I’ll be damned if that doesn’t turn me on.
I sink my elbows in his bed and try to arch my back a little so I can look at him, but he has his fingers on my hair, shoving my face down like I’m a disrespectful servant.
“Don’t fucking move” he lets go of my hair, but still has me grabbed by the neck. He needs one hand to… spank me? That’s what I think, but the hit never comes.
That’s when I hear it: that sweet sweet sound of leather running through loops of jeans. He is removing his belt with only one hand, he loops it around his hand once, like a lasso and rubs it against my pussy.
I close my eyes.
Fuck, this is good.
My puss is still fresh from waxing to the point where my skin is very sensitive. Even panties and shorts pressing against it already feel a little odd. The leather on his belt is something else. Hard and edgy. He caresses my slit with it and I feel it slide more and more as it gets lubed up by my pussy honey. But then he turns it a bit and the edges of the leather hit my clit like a knife, waking me up from the torpor of pleasure with a slice of pain.
I bite my lips to have some control over my moans.
Fuck, I like pain.
I really fucking love pain.
I had no idea.
I can’t really understand it or explain it.
If I am being completely honest, I am not even sure I can accept it.
But it’s true.
The edges of the belt cut into my pussy and I feel my tits going hard and my head going light.
“Apologize, and you get the belt” he says “Don’t apologize and I’ll fist fuck you. Choose”
“I want the belt” I beg. Fuck I want that belt. I wanna feel it burning against my ass.
I am bent over his legs, so my boobs are brushing agains his jeans. I can’t really move my arms in this position, not without him squeezing my throat tighter.
“Apologize”.
“I’m sorry” I say begrudgingly while rolling my eyes.
“Did I hear attitude in your voice?”
“You heard an apology. Don’t be a needy bitch”
I think he dropped the belt on the bed because the thing being pressed against my pussy is his hand. He fucks me with one finger and that is enough to kill the mood.
I am bent over his knee laughing my naked ass off.
That was his threat? Really?
He threatened to fist me but decided to… finger me instead?
“This is how you punish me?” I am laughing. He puts another finger in but whatever “I think you lost your skill, Trev. I’m bored”
The hand around my neck chokes me so hard my whole head shakes back, like a bad dog being pulled by the collar. That’s when finger three and four go in. And the finger five.
My eyes go wide cause this feels weird as fuck.
I’ve had some pretty large dicks in me, Trevor’s being one of them but a full fucking clenched fist plus some forearm is too much. My pussy muscles are stretching like I am giving birth to his arm, and there is so much man inside me that all those little delicious nerves inside my puss are feeling him, everywhere at the same time.
He presses in a little more.
Fuck.
Ok.
Enough right?
How much of his forearm is he gonna ravage me with?
He is hard in his jeans. His erection is obvious, poking me across his lap, like he is ready to fuck me through his pants and my stomach.
I try to say no, but he is grabbing my throat too tightly so I shake my head.
“You ready to apologize?”
I nod and he lets me go so I can speak.
“I’m sorry” I squirm my whole body still bent over his lap trying to escape his fist but I don’t think it’s possible for a woman in my situation to escape this hold at all.
“What?” He pretends he didn’t hear.
I sink my fingers in his sheets so violently I’m unmaking his bed.
He shoves his fist deeper and I scream.
“I’m sorry. Fuck. Trevor, I’m sorry. I’m sorry”
“What for, baby?” He pulls my hair, arching my body so he can whisper against my temple.
I thought fisting was like being fucked by a large dick.
I was adorably wrong.
Being fisted is like being fucked by an unnaturally large never-ending monster dildo. It’s the thickest thing you ever had up your pussy. It’s the longest thing you ever had up your pussy. And while a man’s hips and thighs carry a lot of punch, being fucked by a dominant hand has a powerful kick of its own. And it’s easier… he doesn’t have to hold his body weight on his hands and elbows, which means he won’t get as tired as fast.
I try to move my legs to crawl away from his lap and get that fucking arm out of my pussy but he has a hold of my hair like I’m a pet. Like he is trying to have me bathed and cleaned and I am not cooperating.
“Shh-shh. What are you apologising for?”
“For… for…” I am still trying to crawl, trying to squirm, trying to turn. That arm inside me doesn’t feel natural one bit and yet I am leaking pussy juice like an ice cream cone in the summer, pulling and pushing his bed linen until his sheet are a clump around us “Fuck, Trev… for whatever. For everything. For calling you names. I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry”
He takes his fist out and I feel like I am breathing for the first time.
He kisses my temple, says “Good girl” and then he hits me.
His belt smacks my ass so hard I can hear it echo around the walls.
I gasp in surprise, grabbing his thigh and pressing my stomach against his erection like a whore.
“That’s my good girl” he smiles, stroking my hair “You want more?”
“Yes, please, daddy” I think I say these words, but they come out of my mouth sounding like one single long moan.
He whips me again.
I noticed he has been spanking me harder every time he does it. And every time I think “ok, now he is spanking me as hard as he can” only to be proved wrong the next time, when his hit is even stronger.
The belt hurts me the worst. But now I’m not sure if he can still do more.
“Trev?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Are you hitting me as hard as you can?”
“No, sweetie” he caresses my ass before spanking it again “You want daddy to be kinder?”
“No” I spill so fast it makes him laugh “I wanna feel the hardest you can do. Can you stop holding back?”
“No. We go slow”
“Please” I cry, pressing my body against his cock “Please, Trev. Please, spank your baby girl. She wants it”
“Does she?” He kisses my forehead.
“Yes, please”
“The hardest I can?”
“Yes” I have a smile now. I am so wet, it’s pathetic.
“Ok” he whispers “this is gonna hurt”
“Don’t hold back” I beg and brace for it.
He doesn’t hold back.
He whips my ass with such an intense violence my whole body moves forward and he needs to hold me to keep me in place. The sound is so loud I am sure everyone heard us downstairs and… if they didn’t hear the sound of leather against skin, they definitely heard my scream.
It burns. Like the belt slashed my flesh and I now have an open wound.
It’ hard and painful… and delicious.
“Fuck” Trevor sounds upset “I shouldn’t have done that” he kisses my ass cheeks where he hit them “That’s gonna leave a mark”
“It doesn’t hurt so much” I say, but that’s just cause I’m wet like a virgin being fingered for the first time. It does hurt. A lot.
“It will hurt tomorrow. Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that” he kisses my ass cheeks again and I wanna hold him and call him baby so bad right now “I’m not letting you decide things anymore”
“Ok, daddy”
“I decide everything from now on, yes?”
“Yes” I nod, like I’m the best girl ever and I get another kiss on the forehead. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me but I am loving these.
“I want your ass now, ok?” He whispers against my temple and he sounds so gentle “I’m gonna fuck it really hard, but you’re gonna take it, ok, baby?”
“I’ll take it”
“Good girl. Bend over”
I obey really fast. What the fuck, Tess? I don’t know why I’m suddenly cooperating but these forehead kisses after the hard spanking are something else.
My clit is so sensitive I can feel it throbbing.
I am so wet that I barely feel any friction when I move my thighs.
“Like this?” I ask, putting my ass up while he unzips his pants.
“Yeah, that works. Stay right there. This is gonna be hard, ok? It will hurt again. But you made me wait all night like a fucking cunt so I will go really hard”. Fuck, he sounds sweet. How can he say mean things and sound so sweet?
“I can take it”
“Of course you can” he says with an adoring voice “Here” he has his cock out and close to my face “Put this in your mouth to lube it up”.
Oh fuck yeah.
I swallow it, spitting on it and licking it good.
Trevor has that loud manly moan that makes me almost reach an orgasm.
“Slowly” he growls “Don’t make me cum. Not yet”
I take him out of my mouth.
“Is this ok?” I stroke it up and down. He has his eyes closed and I think he forgot what he was supposed to do next “Daddy!” I cry “Aren’t you gonna fuck my ass?”
“Yeah, baby” he seems out of it, which makes me feel incredibly fucking hot. He grabs my hips and presses the tip of his cock against my hole.
I had him there before, it was quite fast but it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.
But I had a feeling he was going really easy before and I don’t think he’ll be as kind now.
His hands sway through my curves. Trying my butt and my waist, then all the way to my tits and back.
“You are so good” he says, and I don’t think he means my attitude.
He leans over me so he can kiss my nape and whisper in my ear.
“Tessie?”
“Hm?”
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
“Yeah…” I moan like I am pleading.
“I’m gonna show you I can rough you up without you having to make me hate you, ok?”
I think he got a lube somewhere cause I feel a cold gel in my ass.
“I thought you liked brats” I pout.
“Oh, baby, I love brats. But I can be a hard fuck either way. You ready?”
I nod and the strangest thing happened.
It’s like Trevor is now Two Trevors.
Trevor One is sweet and kind. He is worried about me and making sure I am ok. He kisses me on the shoulder and the tone on his voice makes me feel… loved?
Trevor Two is a sadistic dom. He doesn’t give a fuck about my well being and will rough fuck my ass like I’m a sex doll with a plastic hole. His hand is heavy and he’ll spank or pinch anything he wants.
Trevor One seems to be in charge of lips and voice.
Trevor Two seems to be in charge of body and words.
“That ass is mine now, you fucking cunt. I’m gonna fuck it so rough, you’ll be asking permission to sit from now on”, the words coming out of his mouth sound horrible. Nasty. But his voice! His tone! It’s so low and soft. Endearing. Like a teacher who really cares about you and wants to explain that the exam will be hard but you’ll be better for it.
His body around me has absolute control over me. His hands on my hips push my ass into his cock in one sweep. He is not slow or calm. He ravages my once virgin ass like a viking assault. Like he is gonna come, ransack me and leave whenever the fuck he wants.
His cock is thick and my ass is inexperienced, so it hurts.
But I can’t even be bothered by it, cause while his body is violently taking mine with no care, his lips are on my nape and down my shoulder giving me the sweetest kisses.
And his moans! God. I love a man who can moan. Loudly. Proudly. I can feel his pleasure through them. The moans and growls and groans and howls. He is feeling my ass so good.
“Fuck, you’re tight” he gasps “I hope you enjoy this cause I’m fucking your ass everyday”
“If I don’t enjoy it?”
“Then I’ll take it with you kicking and screaming” he says with that loving tone and fucks it harder.
I am moaning myself. Barely able to stop. Biting through the clump os sheets I made around us to try and keep quiet.
Trevor humps me from behind like an animal, with such power on his hips that every time he slams into me, I feel the belt wound on my ass cheeks burn again.
It all hurts. Anal hurts, specially with how hard he is doing it. The spankings also. It’s all the good pain… the one I like. But I am missing some pleasure to make it better.
“Can you make me cum?” I ask.
“Be quiet or I’ll gag you”
“Please, daddy. Finger me a little?”
“Oh, sweetheart.” He kisses my back “No. I am just gonna use you and fill you up with jizz. You’re worthless, you understand? Taking my cum is all you’re good for”
What.
Why.
This is so odd.
I feel upset. He says that and I am longing for my forehead kisses again. Why?
How does he do this? He makes me… needy.
But he… he does finger me.
He places his hand just in reach of my slit and clit, fingers lined up in a way that when he fucks me, the movement makes my pussy brush by all his four fingertips.
Little bit of pleasure.
But not enough.
So I try to hump his fingertips like a dog, wiggling my hips trying to find them underneath me. He lets me have them but every now and them he pulls them away a little bit.
“Before I’m done. I did promise you this” he growls. His fingers vanish for a second and I almost cry out in despair, but the air gets robbed from me when his belt loops around my neck and he pulls.
Like a pet on a leash. Tight around my throat, choking me the hardest he ever has.
If my clit had a mouth, it would scream. I am so horny I could cum just by being spanked. I can feel every part of my body so clearly. Spread open on all fours on someone’s bed, tits shaking at every strike of a thick cock burning all the way up my ass. The bright pain on my ass cheeks still reminding me of the whipping, while Trevor shoves his pussy juice soaked fingers in my mouth to gag me. Not that I had to be gagged… with that belt looped around me like a noose, I can’t even breath right let alone speak.
I feel like a piece of meat being served and loving every second of it.
I had no idea sex could be this good.
No idea.
God, how will I ever go plain missionary ever again?
He holds the belt with one hand, keeping me leashed like a wild horse and takes his other hand back between my thighs. He slides two fingers through my pussy lips keeping them open. He doesn’t touch me anywhere else. But the strikes of his cock makes my body move and, open like that, it feels like some fresh breeze hits my pussy and fuck my ever lasting life, that feels glorious. Just the puffs of air are enough to make my clit sing and dance. I start moaning like I am begging for my life.
“I’m keeping you as a pet now. Gonna cage you with your shaved pussy up so I can have it every morning for breakfast. But first you’re gonna give me a color, hm?”
I remain quiet cause I’m not sure I understood.
“You hear me, you cunt? Give daddy a color. Right now”
I don’t know what to say. If I say red he’ll stop and I don’t want him to stop. But the belt is a bit tight so I try “Y-yellow”.
The belt immediately loosens. I think he dropped it completely and brings his hand to my throat instead. Holding me lightly.
“And your ass?” He moans.
“It has your shape by now, daddy”
“Good. So fucking good” God, I love his moans. I’m gonna cum “Here, you can fuck this”
He puts a pillow between my thighs and its not a lot, but it’s something. My clit is so desperate to be included and to get any touch at all that my whole body dives for that pillow like it’s the last life jacket on a sinking ship. It’s fluffy and does very close to nothing to tame down my needs, but my body is in agony so I take it.
And I gotta confess…
I miss the belt.
On my throat.
Trev still has a hand there but it’s not the same.
Maybe I was just a bit scared of the novelty. I don’t know.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“It was green before” I decide.
“What?”
“You can choke me with the belt, I liked that better”
Trevor laughs out.
“Of course you did. Fucking whore, you are” he grabs my neck with both hands really tight but doesn’t bring the belt back. Hand does the trick though.
I can’t breath right.
His muscles tighten and I know he is about to cum.
“Fucking cunt” he moans “I’m gonna dump my load in you now. What will you say?”
“I’ll say thank you” I gasp, choking.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you, daddy”
“Yes, you will”
My pussy found a nice angle to hump the pillow, on one of its edges where the pillowcase fold makes it a bit harder. So I am rubbing my clit against it like it’s a full sized dick. The cock in my ass is actually starting to feel good.
Being deprived of oxygen makes every sensation crazy intense. Like they all last way longer than they are supposed to.
I am so close.
Fuck.
I just need a little more.
Just a little more.
“Rub my pussy?” I beg “Please, fuck, rub my pussy” I try to take my hands there to do it myself and Trevor gives up the choke to hold my elbows back. He does it so overwhelmingly that I lose my balance completely, with my arms fully pulled behind my back, my face drops into the mattress. I can’t move. He holds me by the elbows and fucks my ass like a beast. Moaning and breathing loudly rising up to his orgasm.
My body shakes and convulses.
I just need a slap in my pussy. A spank in my ass. A bite on my ear. I swear to God, I just need a little nudge and I’ll cum too.
Trevor starts climaxing and my entire body feels the despair of not being allowed the delicious release it has been anticipating.
“PLEASE” I cry out “Fuck, Trev, PLEASE” I move my ass back humping his cock, squeezing my pussy muscles to try and make myself cum.
And just as he is about to tip over, just as he is almost done, he grabs my puss and my clit.
It’s not a brushing of the fingers, it’s not calm or discreet.
He violates me. Rubs my clit so forcefully it feels like he might rip it off and take half my pussy lip with it.
Going from zero touch, to little touch, to fresh air to being vigorously manhandled like that, is more than my clit could ever take. It’s just like the Two Trevors. The light touches versus the strong violations. The hardness versus the forehead kisses. My eyes roll all the way to the back of my head. I open my mouth in a silent scream while orgasm tears me into twenty pieces of Tess. His moans in my ear are so fucking hot. I can’t hold it in. I turn my face to the side just enough to lick him and that does it for him too. He rubs my clit even stronger and my orgasms (which was almost over) comes back with a vengeance. I feel it building up and blowing up again. One on top of the other. His hot jizz fills my ass and I loose my grasp of reality. My head becomes numb and I think I am squirting all over his bed. He never stops rubbing me. Never. Until I’m done. Until I’m dead.
We both drop on his bed breathing like we just survived a double marathon. It takes us fifteen minutes before either one of us can move.
And he is the one to do it fist.
Turning to get something in his drawer before turning to me with a… gel? Of some kind?
He takes some of it out of the tube and gently spreads it on my ass cheeks where the belt hit me.
“Trev…” I laugh “I’m fine. It’s fine. I asked for it”
“Yeah, but it’s gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow” he says, ignoring me to keep on pouring gel on my wound “Can’t believe I did it. You’re crazy, I can’t listen to you”
“Well, in your defense, you were really horny”
“I should know better”
“Relax!” I pinch his ear “And I should go” I check the time and you know… it’s a safe bet that all the people in this house now know we are having sex, but one can still try to play innocent.
“No. You’re sleeping here tonight” he says.
“Excuse me?”
“Tess, please. I was really rough with you tonight”
“You’ve been rough before” I look around for my towel.
“Not like this, I wasn’t. Please stay? Let me take care of you?”
“Wow, Trev” I tease him “I am a little disappointed. Take care of me?”
“Tessa…”
“Have you gone soft? Cause I gotta tell you, a true dom would…”
“Tessa, red, ok? Red. I’m serious right now”
I drop my smirk.
“I’m sorry. I thought you were just being silly”
“I’m not” he slowly brings me back to bed and into his arms “Listen, being this rough while being this intimate is something that takes its toll”
“I feel fine. Truly! I wanted all that!”
“I know. But it’s still hard on the body. And… on the mind, I guess”
“Trev, I’m ok. I promise”
“You are ok right now. But in half an hour, you might feel it overcome you, and you might wanna cry and…
“And if that happens, I’d rather be alone!”
“And if that happens, I need to be there for you”
“I’m a grown woman, I’m not your responsibility”
“That’s exactly what you are! Tess…” he rubs his eyes “You trusted me to do all this to you. You trusted me to *hurt you*. It is my responsibility to make sure you are ok. Please?” He rubs my arms, gently “If it’s all the same to you, please sleep here with me? I’ll get you some gel if you’re hurting, I’ll hold you and make sure you are ok. Please?”
I hesitate, looking at him.
I really do feel fine.
But being hugged and kissed doesn’t seem all that bad.
“Maybe forehead kisses?” I joke, even though it’s not completely a joke.
“Definitely forehead kisses” he grabs me into his arms and pulls me under the blankets before covering me with kisses. On my cheeks, my lips and, yes, my forehead “We also need to talk” he says “I need to know what you liked and didn’t like. And how you felt with everything”
“Ok. But can we do that tomorrow? I’m really tired”
He takes a deep breath like he’d really rather do that now, but he’ll give in.
“Yeah, we can do that tomorrow. But we will do that, you hear?”
“Sir, yes, sir!” I salute him, making a little light of his seriousness.
“And hey” he runs his thumb over my lips, caressing me so sweet “You know I say a bunch of stuff cause I know you like to hate fuck, but they are not true, right?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… when I call you worthless, for instance. You’re not worthless” he kisses my lips and something inside of me is melting “You’re priceless” he smiles.
He has such a lovely smile.
Oh fuck.
Oh no.
No, no, no.
Tessa, don’t you dare start liking him.
Don’t you fucking dare.
“Thank you for trusting me, Tess”
“Thank you for not being an asshole all the time”
“Just some of the time, hm?” he laughs.
“Most of time!” I tease and he jokingly bites me making me smile “Are you gonna sleep with all these clothes on?”
“No!” he jumps out of the bed quickly to get his clothes off and is back in a second.
He pushes me into his arms and sinks his nose in my hair. I hug him back. He feels really warm and soft, even though all his muscles are so big and hard.
He kisses my hair.
“Good nigh, Tessie”
“Good night, Trev”
Yeah.
I’m fucked.