The Khrysaorean Empire Part 1 [18+] [MxM] [Rough] [Non-Con]

TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS RAPE. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE RAPE-FANTASY AND STUFF.
Kiny stuff starts at ***.

The sound of moans permeated through the throne room. Its high vaulting ceiling created the perfect setting for acoustics that echoed. Voices layered upon each other with each one unique and distinct. All were blended together into an orchestration of living instruments, each one playing their part in the symphony of pleasure and debauchery.

On the throne lounged his majesty and highly exalted Emperor Khrysaor. Draped in nothing but a golden silk sash, he was a sight to behold. Twenty years of bloodshed and death had created this beast. From the dust of a broken kingdom split by famine and war rose the Khrysaorean Empire. One of the most powerful Empires in the east.

Conquest after conquest led to his power stretching as far as the eastern borderland mountains. The trophy’s of each conquest now served him as slaves and subjects. Each one acquiescing to his every demand.

Finally Fucking Her With Another Man [MFM]: Part V

[Part IV HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ft7jbv/a_hand_job_in_a_public_hot_springs_in_big_sur/)

She was on her hands and knees with the collar around her neck and her hair in a high pony tail. The bathroom’s tile floor felt cold under my feet. “Keep your eyes down and your ass up,” I commanded. I had told her how I’d fuck her and what she needed to do 100s of times before, but my voice wavered a bit and I know she could tell I was nervous. I reached down and hooked the buckle of her leash, a leash I had bought at a CVS a couple of years before, through the buckle of her collar.

“Don’t you fucking speak until you’re spoken to,” I commanded and she smiled, mostly to herself, probably at how unsure I still sounded. “yes daddy,” she whispered and I watched her run her tongue over her cherry red lips. I bent over and slid the black sleeping mask I had just been given on my delta flight over her eyes. “Tumi?” she whispered, on her hands and knees, leashed and now blindfolded, momentarily cracking the tension. She knew how many of those delta sleeping kits ended up collecting in my luggage. I wrapped the leash around my fist a couple times and stood up. Her body tensed. I could see it.

[MF] The day I unknowingly made my SO lose two bets.

After some encouragement from my man, I decided to kill some time and share something with you guys that happened very recently! I just finished writing it and it’s way longer than I thought. Sorry for that! I tried to put in as many details as I could remember.

Justin is a colleague of my SO and they became real friends in recent years. He just ended his relationship with his manipulative girlfriend but in times of semi lockdowns and quarantines, it was bad timing as he couldn’t find a place to stay.

After some discussions, I agreed to let him stay at our place even though I was hesitant (cautious) at first because of the Corona.

Every day I caught Justin staring at me, gazing at my face and into my eyes longer than was necessary, looking at my mouth when I eat and especially staring at my ass when he thinks I don’t know.

We didn’t have sex since the day Justin was here and about two weekends ago I couldn’t hold it anymore. I took a long bath, shaved everything smoothly and put on a sexy nightie only to be convinced to spend the night doing a movie marathon with the guys.

Stepdad’s Camping Trip

The charred smell of barbecued burgers filled the busy campsite as they all laughed around the whitened coals.

Zara smiled as Derrick, a middle aged teacher who always tried a little too hard, hopelessly played the guitar. Derrick, like everyone, was feeling the effects of a few drinks.

“It’s a shame about your mum,” Veronica said to her as she passed Zara another wine. It was only recently Veronica had joined the group with her husband but the pair gelled well into their dynamic. Next year they’d be returning as a trio, if the slight bump in her stomach was anything to go by.

Zara shrugged. Each year they came on their family holiday to the campsite, but this year her sister had been so sick that she couldn’t travel. In the end her mum had insisted Zara still accompany her stepdad, Ali, whilst she volunteered to stay home.

“I have more pity for Zara having to put up with Ali all weekend,” Chris, Veronica’s husband, laughed.

“Tell me about it,” Zara smiled and shook her head. Ali had a habit of stealing the spotlight and right then he was dancing around with a scarf tied to his head. Zara’s mum had warned her about letting him get drunk.

Fantasy #1 first post. Me (F/29) w/ my BF and his best friend (F/M/M, DP, rough, submissive) slow beginning, but give it a chance, it gets hot AF.

Disclaimer: Trying to start a series with all my deepest fantasies. This is my first. All names have been changed. Everything up to the scene on the couch is true, after that it’s all from the inner workings of my mind. Slow beginning and it is LONG. Hope you enjoy!

I’ve been with my boyfriend for over 8 years now. We met when I a little over 21; young and shy, I’d only been with one guy before him. After being together for a short while he introduced me to his best friend and his girlfriend. They’d known each other for a long time. Ever since I’d met him, I’d been smitten with Travis.

It was something about the way he carried himself. So confident, so strong. Rough, rugged, a slight air of cockiness. I was so attracted to him. The way he presented himself came across as so domineering. I wanted to experience that from someone more than anything. My submissive mind craved after him. I began to worry myself as I started to believe I was becoming too enamored, slightly obsessed. But I brushed it off.

DIRTY HOLE [MxF: rape, abuse, piss]

I was out with my friends at some club. It was Friday night and we had all just finished our final nursing exams. We wanted to let our hair down and have a good time. As I’m usually in my student nursing uniform, it felt good to be able to slip into a tiny dress. It was low cut, showing ample cleavage. The hem reached my mid thigh and if I twirled fast enough on the dance floor, I’m sure anyone watching would have been able to see a flash of my lace panties. I could tell I was attracting attention as I moved in time with the music, swaying my hips to the beat. I ignored all the stares. Tonight, it was just me and my friends. It was our celebration.

‘Take off your panties.’

Later that night, I’m in a completely different situation. I’m alone, pushed up against the wall. I’m trying to remember what happened, how I got here … but it’s fuzzy. I’m breathing hard, trying to keep calm as I study the man standing in front of me. He’s big, broad shouldered and he has his hand resting warningly against my throat. I have never seen him before. A stranger was keeping me hostage in a foul smelling cubicle in the men’s room of a night club.

I 35[M] hate fucked my 25[F] enhanced coworker, no regrets.

I worked with Callie for 3 years before we finally hooked up. She was a fitness junkie and vein as hell. She did some modeling while she was a teenager and mentioned it with regularity. In college she alpine skied competitively in winter and water skied in summer. After college she hired a personal trainer, spent a bunch of money on clothing (short, tight dresses and athleisure wear) and managed to gather a decent number of instagram followers (~25k). Within an hour of meeting her I learned that she had one instagram post with over 100k likes…I guess that was supposed to impress me? I’m 36 and don’t give two fucks about social media.

We worked in sales together. Her greatest skill as a sales person was having a wealthy, well connected family, a gorgeous strawberry blonde hair framed face, and a fantastic ass. Her well connected family got her the job, a job which would usually require 4-6 years of real experiences and an existing book of business, but the owner of my company had no problem hiring her, giving her a 6 figure salary and giving her all the runway she could ask for to build her sales book.

Special Delivery – part 1 [Bondage]

“You want me to do WHAT?!” Marc yelled. Sarah glanced round the corridor quickly, making sure nobody heard his outburst.

“Keep your voice down,” she hissed, “just think about it, ok?”. Marc nodded and headed off; Sarah watched him go, trying to decide if she’d pushed him a bit too far.

They’d both worked for the same delivery company for years, Sarah as a picker in the warehouse, Marc as a delivery driver. They’d become friends quickly and eventually had started a causal relationship.

When they first hooked up Sarah was shocked at how inexperienced Marc was; he’d only had 1 girlfriend and ever done missionary. She couldn’t believe it, he was drop dead gorgeous; 6’4”, towering over her tiny 5’2” stature, short stylish brown hair, just the right amount of facial hair that was well groomed and muscles that filled out the company polos in all the right ways.

While he might have been inexperienced, the biggest thing Marc had going for him was he had zero limits, he was totally up for anything. That suited Sarah just fine, she was sick of guys who claimed to be “kinky” but would baulk at whatever perverted idea she came up with next. Hopefully her latest idea hadn’t found his limit though.

Kitten Gets Taken, Pt2, (MF), Soft BDSM, Master/Kitten, rope play

Part 2

He leaned down and kissed my forehead, before whispering, “How should I take you, Kitty? Hmm?”

His hands gripped my hips and his cock rubbed over my wet arousal. I suppressed a moan.

“Like this? You all open and ready to take my cock?”

He shifted and his hand touched my mouth.

“Or should I take your mouth again, fuck your tongue until you struggle for breath?”

He moved once more, his hands going to the ropes at my wrist. “I have a better idea.” He untied my wrists and helped me onto my back on the bed. He retied my wrists above my head, and moved to strip my panties off. Then his own pants. He stood there next to the bed, watching my body lay there.

“You sure I can’t just keep you here like this forever?” he mused. I felt that familiar had grip my stomach.

“If you could, we both know I’d stay,” I answered quietly. He just nodded before crawling up the bed towards me. He knelt between my legs, his fingers smoothing the tail. He grabbed a pillow and had me lift my ass, tucking it under my hips.

Finding out that I’m not straight… on Omegle 19 & 20 [ff]

As everyone else in the world, I’ve been totally deprived of contact these past couple weeks and I’ve only gotten hornier locked up inside. I’ve been masturbating two or three times a day but honestly all I’ve wanted is dick. I haven’t brought any sex toys home and everything has been building up over time and I’ve just been getting more and more frustrating when sexting guys because it isn’t what I truly want.

Anyways, last night I went on Omegle for the first time in years because I just wanted to find someone to platonically talk to because I couldn’t sleep. I nexted a bunch of pervy creeps and faceless dicks before coming across this absolutely stunning and friendly girl, who I would later learn was Spanish/white (exactly what she told me). She told me I was super pretty and I said she was stunning as well, which was true—she looked really similar to Molly O’Malia. I’m a very petite 19 year old Chinese girl but I’ve been told I look more Korean.