An Intense Seduction [Cheating]

She stood just inside the door, refusing to look me in the eye. “I can’t,” she said.

I narrowed my eyes. I knew what she meant, but I didn’t like it and I’d be damned before I’d let her off with a half-assed comment. “Can’t what?” I demanded.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said still refusing to meet my eyes.

I felt the blood rushing to my head, the pressure building behind my eyes. “Can’t do what?”

“I can’t … can’t sleep with you anymore.”

The anticipation had built up pressure through out the day and the potential disappointment was threatening to push my temper past its limit. I stepped in close, blocking her in between my body and the door. “You can’t?” I asked, it came out angrier than I intended. “Or don’t want to?”

“I … I …” she stuttered.

I think the fact that she still refused to look me in the eye is what really tipped me over the edge. I grabbed her by the throat and shoved her against the door. I didn’t squeeze hard enough to cut off her air – just enough that I had control of her body. I lifted her chin and brought my face inches from hers.

Erotic Fanfic Retelling of Chapter 15 of Blood of the Fold [Non-con][Gore]

Tobias glanced behind him to catch a glimpse of the fading light of the city. At the outskirts, there was barely enough light to see. But for their purposes, it would more than do. Lunetta and loyal Galtero trudged next to him through the snow.
The snow was falling heavy now.
“Did you do as I told you?” Tobias barked at Lunetta.
“Yes they are spelled.” Replied Lunetta. The darkness only accentuated the ugliness of her figure.
“So where are they? If you lost them and they freeze…”
“I know where they are. Just follow me”
Tobias nodded agreement silently. Lord Rahl made a huge mistake if he thought he would break like a baneling under a hot rod.
They kept trudging. Lunetta stopped to sniff the air.
“That way!” She pointed a crooked finger.
Tobias and Galtero exchanged a confused look.
“What are you sniffing for?”
“Garbage.” Lunetta grinned flashing her rotten teeth.
“You left them at a garbage heap?”
Lunetta laughed “who would visit a heap of garbage outside of town in the middle of a storm at night? You said you wanted no witnesses.”
“What a terrible idea” said Tobias through gritted teeth.
“Heap of garbage for garbage. Its quite appropriate for them all things considered.” Said Galtero.
Tobias reflected on what they said. It really was what they deserved. Especially that self-serving whore.
“It was not a bad idea Lunetta.” he admitted.
Tobias could smell the reek of the garbage before he saw the disgusting pile. Hot vapor emanated from the heap. The snow that fell on it melted right away, leaving no pretenses of purity.
“So where are they?” Tobias demanded.
Lunetta grabbed his sleeve. “Wait over here.” He looked down to see a well trodden path.
“A circle spell?”
Lunetta grinned. “You said you did not want them to get away so Lunetta thought to cast them a circle spell so they would walk round and round. Now no matter how much they will walk, they will never get away.”
He first saw the swish of her yellow skirts appearing from the darkness when a gust pulled open her wrap. Duchess Lumholtz, Princess of Kelton, the duke a half a step and to her side, trod purposefully towards them. Despite having met her earlier, the opulence of her clothing struck them.
Her long wavy black hair hung around her painted face, accentuated by her impossibly red lips. On her dainty neck hung a diamond studded necklace worth a fortune. Her yellow and white corset boasted elaborate white embroidery made of silk. Her skirts flowed in layers of different shades of yellow. On her hands she wore white gloves and on her fingers she had rings with emeralds, rubies and diamonds. The sparkles of her gems and the yellow and white of her dress made it appear as though she glowed in the dark.
When she saw who was standing by her path, a glower darkened her painted face. Despite the superfluous paint, she really was a beautiful woman, with a lovely face and figure. She was quite young but no longer a girl. She was in the full bloom of womanhood.
Tobias greeted her with a broad smile.
“A good evening to you Madam.” He gave a slight nod to her husband. “And to you duke.”
She sniffed her disapproval and lifted her nose with haughty disdain. The duke glared at them. Both marched past without a word. Galtero turned his head to stare longingly after the Duchess Lumholtz. He kept watching her until she disappeared into the darkness with her husband.
Tobias chuckled. There was no need to pursue the pair.
Before long, the yellow of her skirts appeared again from the darkness. This time when she saw them, she raised her eyebrows as a look of shock crossed her lovely face. Many men envied Duke Lumholtz for having her, and wished to have sex with her. Some did not envy so much, as she did cheat and took lovers to her bed. She really was a very attractive woman, despite the gaudiness of her clothing, jewelry and paint.
This time, the duchess approach Tobias. With her right in front of him, he could see how tightly her corset fit on her, highlighting the hourglass shape of her body. The corset pressed her tits together, creating ample cleavage that inflamed the imagination. The white flesh of her cleavage hinted at that which was not seen. It raised the question of what did her nipples look like? Behind her corset, this question remained a mystery.
“General Brog-”
“Lord General, Madam.”
She glared at him. “So you are going to insist on titles now? Not once have you called me by my title!”
“Madam you-”
“Duchess Lumholtz!” She insisted.
Tobias just grinned at her. She pursed her impossibly red lips waiting. After a few moments, she shook her head in frustration, her black curls whipping across her painted face.
“Its a foul night to be out. I suggest you stop following us and return to your palace.”
From beside Tobias, Galtero watched the lace of the bosom of her corset rise and fall with the heat of her indignation. He stared at her cleavage with open and undisguised lust. When she noticed, she snatched her wrap closed in frustration. When they made eye contact, Galtero smirked at her. She scowled back at him.
The duke also noticed. “Keep your eyes off my wife, sir. If I catch you looking at her again, I will chop you up to pieces.”
Galtero smiled at the man but said nothing. He thought about ripping open the duchess’s corset and taking the woman by force.
“Goodnight” huffed the duchess.
The pair marched off to make another lap around the heap of garbage. As they walked off into the darkness, Galtero once more turned to stare longingly after the beautiful young woman, until he could no longer see her. He very badly wanted to have sex with her.
Tobias could have stopped them the first time, but he enjoyed their confusion too much. Especially hers. He looked forward to putting the bitch in her place. The couple would keep walking until he stopped them. Their spelled minds could make no sense of what was going on.
Tobias did not have to wait long before her yellow skirts appeared again. When she saw them this time, a look of rage crossed her beautiful face.
Her dress was not one piece but a combination of her corset for her upper half, while her lower half was covered by her yellow skirts. The two pieces were not connected and could be worn independently.
The duchess stomped to a halt right in front of Tobias, fists on her hips. She scowled at him. Tobias flashed her a grin before making an obvious show of staring at her lovely cleavage. He enjoyed watching the up and down of the lace at her bosom, powered by her anger. He really did find her sexually attractive.
Galtero, too, stared shamelessly at the tits in her corset. Somehow he was even more obvious than Tobias. His hungry eyes seemed to try to bore through her dress to see what was underneath. He followed closely the rise and fall of the white lace at her bosom. He fantasized about having vaginal sex with her.
A glower darkened the woman’s painted face. She was only getting angrier.
“Do you like what you see?”
Tobias did not respond to her question. He kept watching the lace at her bosom rise and fall in ire. Galtero beside him did not stop either.
“Look here you worthless little worm. How dare y–”
With a grunt of rage, Tobias snatched the white lace at the bosom of her corset. Before the duchess, or her husband, knew what was happening, Tobias clenched his teeth and tore open her corset. She gasped in shock when he kept tearing until he got down to her waist, ripping the front of her corset in two, exposing her tits and nipples. Without support from the front, her corset fell to the ground. Her corset landed by the hem of her yellow skirts. Her wrap covered her back and shoulders but her chest and stomach were completely exposed. Her diamond studded necklace sparkled against her white skin.
Finding her tits suddenly exposed, the duchess instinctively crossed her arms, hiding her nipples from view. At the same time, Galtero stepped behind her and pulled off her wrap and threw it on the ground, so she was naked from the waist up. The opulent necklace stood out starkly on her nude white skin.
Recovering his senses, the duke grabbed the hilt of his sword. Lunetta flung out an arm and chanted a brief incantation. His sword halfway through his scabbard, the duke was frozen in place like a stone. Only his eyes moved to see the duchess cry out as Galtero wrenched her arms off her breasts. Her nipples were exposed once more.
The nipples were a bright pink color that provided contrast with the whiteness of her tits. Her areolas were small and pretty, while the nip itself was relatively long. Duchess Lumholtz had very pretty nipples.
The duchess cried out when Galtero pinned her arms behind her back, making her as immobile as the duke. Her back arched as Galtero twisted her arms. Her naked nipples stood out stiff in the cold wind. The pink knobs pointed up to the sky.
Tobias drew his sword as he gave his knife to Lord Rahl. He pointed it at the duchess. He spoke through clenched teeth.
“What did you call me you filthy little whore.”
“Nothing!” She cried out. She shook her head in panic, her black curls whipping across her face and chest. “Nothing!”
“I can’t say I am surprised that a slut like you has no spine. After being so mouthy you caved faster than a baneling under hot iron.”
“I am no baneling! Leave me go! I am no baneling.” Her voice was choked with terror.
“Of course you are no baneling. You are too pompous and stupid to be a baneling. But that does not mean that you are any less despicable or useful.”
“So its the duke you want? Yes he is a baneling! Let me go and I will recount his crimes.”
Tobias sneered at her. He thought little of her, but this lack of loyalty still surprised him. He exchanged looks with Galtero, who just shook his head. This slut was lower than a worm. People have let her think she was important for far too long. But those days were over. Tobias looked forward to putting her in her place and show her what she was worth.
“The Creator has no need for the self-serving confessions of a whore like you. But even a slut like you can serve the Creator. You will serve the Creator by obeying me and doing my bidding.”
“I will do no such thin-” she cried out when Galtero tightened his grip. “Okay just tell me what you want me to do.”
Her eyes went wide with fear when he grabbed her chin with his left hand and gripped her painted face. He forced her to look him straight in the eyes. She tried to move back when he put his face within inches of hers.
“You will do my bidding.” He repeated through clenched teeth.
“Yes alright. I promise.” Her voice was choked with terror. Tobias could see the fear in her hazel eyes. Her impossibly red lips trembled.
Tobias scoffed. “Am I supposed to believe the worthless words of a self-serving whore like you? One that would betray any principle. No, you will do my bidding because you have no choice.”
He let go of her face and for a second she relaxed. He took a step back and pinched her left nipple between his index and thumb. Pinching her nipple was easy because the nip was long and pointing up. The cold wind only made it easier as it made the nipple properly stiff.
Her eyes went wide with horror when he touched her left nipple.
“What ar-” she cried out as he aggressively yanked the nipple. She wailed as he stretched her nipple out. It was not good enough. He needed the areola too. Thankfully, the smallness of her areola made it easier. But still he needed to stretch it out more.
“Please” she managed to gasp through the pain.
“You are hurting m-” Tobias swung the sword, slicing through the stretched out nipple, severing her areola and nip from her left tit. Her scream drowned out the howl of the wind.
Tobias placed the severed nipple in Lunetta’s upturned palm. Lunetta closed her fist over the nipple as she started to chant a powerful spell. Her words melded with the wind and the duchess’s shivering shrieks. Galtero held the half-naked woman’s weight as a gust of wind threatened to knock her over into the snow.
The duchess screamed in pain as evil purple aura started enveloping her body. The evil aura kept coiling around her tightly. A long tentacle of purple aura lifted her yellow skirts to go underneath. It coiled around her naked legs, slowly climbing up her legs.
The aura tentacle climbed up her thigh until it reached her vagina. The tentacle pushed her vaginal lips open. The duchess kept wailing from the pain of having her left nipple removed. Her eyes snapped wide open when the tentacle entered her vagina.
She seized up and starts shaking violently as the tentacle went in and out of her vagina. Galtero had all he can do to hold her until she froze in place when the tentacle came out of her mouth. The aura suddenly vanishes and she went limp in Galtero’s arms.
“She is now mine to bid. I pass my right to you,” Lunetta says as she places the severed nipple in Tobias’s upturned palm. “She is yours to use as you please, my Lord General.”
Tobias closed his fist around the severed nipple. It was a fine addition to his collection.
Duchess Lumholtz of Kelton shook with pain and cold. Blood oozed from her injured breast. Her legs held her weight, but she hung limply in Galtero’s arms, by her arms behind her back. A dazed look lay on her painted face.
“Stop that shivering” barked Tobias.
The duchess looked into her new master’s eyes and her glazed expression faded. She became still.
“Yes, my lord general.”
“Heal the slut” he gestured to Lunetta at the injured duchess.
Galtero watched, with a glint in his dark eyes, as Lunetta cupped the beautiful woman’s injured breast in both of her hands. He imagined performing various carnal acts on the beautiful duchess. Duke Lumholtz, too, watched with eyes nearly bulging out. He has been standing silently watching helplessly at what was happening to his wife. Lunetta cast a soft healing spell on the breast and the flesh started to draw together in the healing. Blood trickled between her fingers.
Tobias’s mind drifted. This day was on the brink of ruin but it had proven that those who hold the Creator’s will in their heart will triumph. The Imperial Order was about to find out how valuable the Lord General of the Blood of the Fold was to them. And Lord Rahl was about to find out what happens to servants of the Keeper. Galtero had also proven his worth today – the man was entitled to a trifle for his efforts.
Galtero watched with longing as Lunetta used the duchess’s wrap to wipe of the blood and withdrew to reveal a perfectly whole left tit, just as lovely as the other but now without a nipple. Tobias had that now.
Lunetta gestured to the duke “would you like me to do him too? Would you like to have them both?”
“No, I only need her,” Tobias waved his hand in a dismissive gesture “but there is a role for him in the Creator’s plan.”
Tobias fixed his glare on the duke. How unfortunate that the duke will meet his demise to mirswith monsters. What a tragedy.”
“I will see to it at once.” Galtero started drawing his knife.
“No, I can take care of it. I thought you might like to entertain the duchess here, while I see to the duke?”
Galtero drew teeth across his lower lip as he gazed at the half-naked duchess. His eyes hovered on her red lips and naked tits. His eyes appraised the right tit with the nipple before settling on the soft smoothness of her left tit. His eyes appraised the nakedness of her toned stomach. “Yes my lord general. Oh so very much. Thank you.” He tossed Tobias his knife “you will have to disembowel the duke with three cuts to mimick the effect of the mirswith.”
Tobias thanked his man. Galtero was someone he can always rely on. The duchess moved her eyes between the three men but she did not say anything.
“Would you like me to order her to have sex with you?”
A gruesome grin spread on Galtero’s usually stony face. “And what would be the purpose of that? Better if the slut learned another lesson tonight.”
Tobias nodded. He looked to the duchess “My dear, I do not bid you to have sex with Galtero here. You can express your true feeling as he rapes you.”
Tobias opened his arms in an inviting gesture.
“Have fun with her.”
She cried out when Galtero swept an arm around her naked waist.
Galtero grinned from ear to ear, enjoying the lovely nakedness above her waist but he wanted to enjoy the beauty of her full nudity. Her yellow skirts that hid her nakedness below her waist inflamed his imagination. He grabbed her yellow skirts to pull them off.
Duchess Lumholtz knew what Galtero wanted and struggled to stop him. Her yellow skirts swished as she tried fighting him off. She tried to push him off her but he did not budge an inch. The jewels on her silk gloves glittered against his chest.
As he started pulling her skirts off and she struggled, her skirts started ripping. Galtero saw no reason to save her skirts so he gave up on pulling them off and tore the yellow skirts open instead. She cried out as he tore open her skirts.
Her yellow skirts dropped to her feet, exposing her from the waist down. Galtero held the young duchess in his arms. But for her facial paint, jewelry, gloves and shoes, she stood stark naked next to her ruined dress. Her shaved vagina was exposed to all present. Her skirts, wrap and corset, which cost a fortune to purchase, lay in tatters to be never worn again.
“Why don’t we get to know each other over there in the darkness? Sexually. I would not want to offend your delicate sensibilities by letting you see what will happen to your husband.”
“You can’t!” the naked woman cried out desperately. “I will freeze in the snow. I must do my Lord General’s bidding. You can’t!”
Galtero patted her naked buttocks. “Oh you won’t freeze. The garbage will be warm under you.”
The nude duchess shrieked in horror and tried to escape but Galtero’s grip around her waist was too strong. His other hand was free to touch where before he was only able to look. He groped her butt cheeks. He ran his hand through her beautiful dark hair and curls. She cried out when Galtero pinched her right nipple. She wails as he roughly yanks and stretches her only nipple. The Keltan duchess cried out when Galtero kneaded her smooth left tit, which lacked a nipple. He gave her tit without a nipple a hard squeeze, elicited a yelp of pain from her.
She tried to close her legs when his hand slid below her stomach. He pushed her legs apart and grabbed her vaginal lips and squeezed them together. She cried out in protest.
“I cannot wait to put my dick inside your little slut hole.” He growled at her. Her painted face looked back at him in horror. She shook with fear.
“She is a lovely creature, Galtero. Make sure that her beauty is not marred. And try to make it a quick fuck. She yet has bidding to do for me. She will have to wear less paint” Tobias said with a smirk, “but since she has such talent for it, she can paint herself a nipple where her real one is missing. She will also have to wear sluttier clothing. They will need to fit tightly and highlight her lovely figure.”
The duchess listened silently while her lord general spoke. She did not dare interrupt him to even protest what Galtero’s hand was doing to her.
His hand glided over the curves of her nude body, enjoying her beautiful nakedness. He grabbed her neck, his hand sliding down to touch her collar bone. He felt her expensive necklace. He caressed her breasts and the curves of her hips. He groped her butt cheeks and rubbed her clitoris. She endured all this in silence.
“She will need to dress simpler with more delicate clothing. All this glitter and sparkles need to go. That said, Lunetta can you please collect her gloves, jewels and necklace. She won’t need these anymore.”
Lunetta approached the nude woman in Galtero’s arms. Tobias smirked as he watched the duchess take off her rings, necklace and gloves and hand them over to Lunetta. The whole time, Galtero had his arm around her waist, holding her tightly. His free hand continued to caress her. But for her face paint and shoes, the woman was completely naked.
Tobias grinned at the duchess. “My dear, thank you for these gifts. We will certainly be selling them. We appreciate your contribution to our cause.”
Galtero pulled on the duchess’s ear with his teeth.
“When I be finished with the duke, and you have finished with her,” Tobias grinned when he saw the woman’s eyes open wide as Galtero’s index finger entered her vagina. She really was an attractive woman. Tobias continued, while Galtero fingered the duchess’s vagina. “then Lunetta has another spell to cast over her. A very rare and powerful spell.”
Lunetta knew exactly what Tobias wanted. “I will need something he touched.”
“Thankfully he accommodated us with a coin.”
“That will do.” Lunetta nodded.
The duchess shrieked and flailed her arms as Galtero began dragging her into the darkness. Her naked tits bounced as she struggled.
Tobias turned to the duke and waved the knife in front of his panicked eyes. He did not bother to glance as Galtero disappeared into the darkness with his arms around the naked waist of the screaming duchess. “It is your turn to serve the Creator’s plan.”
Frozen in place, the duke silently endured the excruciating pain as Tobias cut him open. Almost as though she was trying to make up for his silence, his wife screamed loudly out of sight. They could hear the sound of Galtero pushing her onto the garbage heap.
Tobias made the three cuts and stepped back to inspect his work. They heard the duchess cry out when Galtero inserted his penis in her vagina. The duke stood frozen in place with his guts exposed. The light in his eyes faded as he died. Within earshot Tobias could hear the soft sound of Galtero moaning with pleasure, a sound that was almost drowned out by the duchess’s shivering shrieks. Barely audible, he could also hear the rhythmic thumping of penis entering and exiting vagina.
“Sounds like Galtero is fucking your wife.” Tobias grinned at the dying duke. The sound of penis on vagina became louder and faster.
“Don’t cum inside me! You can’t impregnate me! You just can’t!” the duchess cried out.
Galtero laughed. “I am definitely going to blow my load inside you. Whore!” The duchess screamed. Galtero continued to vaginally rape her.
Tobias chuckled. He glanced at the duke. The man was dead. He could no longer hear the sound of Galtero raping his young wife. The woman screamed while Galtero grunted with pleasure. They could hear the sound of his penis penetrating her vagina.
“Lunetta, you can release the hold person spell on him. He is already dead.”
Lunetta obeyed and the duke collapsed in a gory heap.
Now Tobias and Lunetta had to wait for Galtero to finish with the duchess. They listened patiently to the sounds of Galtero having his way with the duchess, enjoying her naked body. Though they could not hear the pair, the sounds left little to the imagination.
Tobias’s mind drifted as he waited. Capturing the duchess was a real boon. She was essential to a their plant to get revenge against the impudent Lord Rahl. The Creator truly blessed his servants.
Galtero aggressively mashed his penis into her vagina. He went fast and hard. She shrieked in horror and pain. He went faster and harder. They heard Galtero cry out in pleasure.
The duchess screamed “oh no! No! No! No! You ejaculated inside me.”
They heard the duchess start to sob. Galtero laughed at her.
Tobias smiled. The wait was over and it was time to move on to the next stage of their plan for her.

A Day in Hell (noncon, dubcon, impact-play, water-sports) 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!☺️***

“Mmgghh” I moaned out, my eyes darting open from a dead sleep. The hand over my mouth is large and firm in its place as I struggle against the weight. I look at the person the hand belongs to and see a familiar face. Somehow my eyes get larger, realizing the danger I’m in now. He laughs at me, not needing to hear me say what he knows I’m thinking. He can smell the fear seeping from my pores. I shake my head back and forth no, wanting to wake up from the dream now.

Jacksonville or Bust 21+ [F29/M32] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Cleavage] [Creampie]

“Fuck you, Jimmy!” she yelled as she stormed out of the wooden house.

“Fuck me? Fuck you! You’re a stupid whiny bitch!” Jimmy said, chasing after her and slamming the screen door as he left.

“What did you call me?” she turned around as he approached her in his white tank top and blue jeans.

“Bitch!” Jimmy repeated, ” Do you want me to spell it for you?” he looked down at her.

“You know what?” she shook her head. “You’re not even worth it!”

She stormed off into the dark of the night. She didn’t even look back at him. She hated him, that house, and his friends, but she hated her life most.

“Another fight with Jimmy?” the old man behind the bar asked as she walked into the local watering hole.

“Fuck him!” she said as she pulled up the partisan and joined him. “Mind if I put in a few hours?”

“Hell no,” he said as he took a seat.

“I’m not going back,” she said as she cleaned some of the glasses.

[M]y [F]riend got off to one of my stories, in front of me

We’ve been friends since high school. There’s always been a flirty playfulness to our relationship, though it’s not the foundation of it—we have a lot in common and genuinely care about each other. This conversation from several years ago captures it well:

Me: [commenting on a story she told of two friends who are constantly hitting on one another] “yeah I feel like friendships where there’s that much sexual tension just are weird idk”
Her: “then what the hell would you call this?”
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During covid, I’ll admit, we got into the practice of sending each other nudes on occasion. Don’t judge, it was a lonely time (and her boobs are IMMACULATE). Ahem.

She also is aware of my…uh…affinity for writing—ok I’ll just say it, erotica—and has read some of my stories enthusiastically. Lately she’s been joking about the idea of me writing one about a three way between myself and her [F] fwb. It really did start as a playful sort of thing, but she’s asked about it a few times since then which really got me thinking. A few weekends ago I had some free time and decided what the hell, I’ll at least start on it.

Perfect Mother – Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/yt98gh/perfect_mother_part_1_12/)

**Perfect Family Series**

**Perfect Mother**

**Chapter 2**

I stared into the dazzling hazels and smiled. “So, what is the prognosis, Doctor?”

Doctor Audrey Gold returned my smile and slowly slid the stethoscope down my chest. “I think…”

“You think…?”

“I think…” she repeated, licking her lips and looking so sexy in just her doctor’s coat with nothing underneath it. She skated the chest piece of the stethoscope even lower and I gasped when she landed on my massive erection that was covered only with cotton shorts. “… your prognosis, Mr. Gold, is that you’re about to cum.” Her hazel eyes went back to mine. “Inside this doctor’s tight, little body.”

She giggled, and I laughed. I knew it was a ridiculous idea to come up with this weird roleplay where I have my mother do a ‘medical check-up’ on me. But she had always pestered me to experiment with new and different things and offered herself to be my lab rat.

How could I refuse?

Fool me twice (part one) [reluctance][tricked] [bimbo]

I stood in front of the electric parking meter, looking from it to my license plate with a frown on my soft, plump, pink lips. I twirled a strand of my red hair around my finger as I tried to figure the machine out. How was I supposed to put my license plate number in when there was no dash mark on the keyboard? I huffed and stomped my foot, crossing my arms over my ample chest. I was going to be late for my reservation!

Just then a balding, middle-aged man in a parking authority jacket came up behind me. He coughed, gesturing to the machine that he needed to get to. I gasped and stepped up close to him, sure he was about to give me a ticket. I watched his eyes widen as I pressed against him.

“Please, sir! Don’t give me a ticket yet, I just can’t figure this thing out!”

The man sputtered for a moment, looking down at my low cut shirt now pressed against him. “Uh, okay. I can help. Just read me your plate.”

From Neighbor to Summertime Fling (Part 9) [F/M 30s][Cheating][Long Reads][Multiple Chapters][Sexting][Pool Sex]

Well here is part 9. Sorry it took so long, I ended up with COVID a few weeks back and have really been tired. If you are new to this story’s series, you can start by reading the previous chapters [Here on my profile](https://www.reddit.com/user/Different_Networks/comments/xohw6q/here_is_a_link_to_all_my_stories/). Enjoy!

When Marc got back home that evening, he took the time to walk through the entire house, ensuring that there was nothing out of place for when his wife came home the next day. The two houses had been known to throw a fairly large party on the 4th of July. While they combined their two homes, the guest list was pretty straight forward, and oddly enough everyone had slowly become friendly over the years. Marc would have a few of his work colleagues stop by early on. They were mostly stiffs and would end up leaving before it got dark. Carrie had her typical family come during the afternoon as well, but her old college roommate would stick around until the last drop of alcohol was gone. Her husband, being a loner and antisocial in large groups, would mostly sit inside watching whatever sporting event was on at the time, while Marc’s wife would fill up the remainder of the party to hobnob with the local political guests.

Pete the Greek- [FM], [first time], [public], [true story]

I remember when I first saw his profile pic- it was a black and white decapitated body, flexed flesh sculpted into statuesque physique, against stark blackness… identity and humanity just beyond the frame.
It was too perfect; I wondered why he’d chosen something so obviously not him. It was his only photo; there was no cross reference. All I had was this stock photo, but he insisted.
It was a gamble.
I was much more impressionable in those days.
I was to arrive, state I had a meeting with Pete to discuss my grandmother’s interest in the residency and then… game on. Yes, Pete, the grecian god, was a salesperson at a swanky retirement community.
I wore my favourite, slightly sexy combo- it was a dark red cami with just a bit of lace along the breast line, paired under a red, sheer overlay. It had kind of a gritty feel to it, thumbholes in the sleeves kind of cool. The lace peeked through the layers of red. Teasy, spicy, maybe?
I slipped on my jeans and boots and threw my big, puffy coat over top (it was winter).
I slammed the door of my hand-me-down, always something a little wrong with it (this time it was that gas gauge, but at least it ran) car. It was living on a modest income priorities… it got the job done.
My chariot, our journey awaited.
I plugged the address into my phone as I slathered my lips in gloss. Quick check in the mirror- I squeezed my sticky lips tight against each other; they popped apart. I gave myself a smile, brought my eyes into focus, and flashed a sultry glance… fuck yeah.
I was navigating to a place I’d never been before. This was my first venture of this nature, a set-up. I’d had my share of random hookups, even premeditated meet ups, but they’d always been in remote, private, or at least social spaces.
I followed the prompts on my phone; my heart raced as I turned onto the parkway. I was really doing this.
I heard the navigation announce my exit. I felt both a pang and a throb inside me.
As I was about to pull off, my car began to sputter. What the fu… the engine cut out again. As my car continued rolling forward, I managed to restart it. Thank goodness, I made it just off the parkway, onto a side street. I had no idea where I was- I didn’t know what to do.
My young adult self wanted to call my dad however, that was, for so many reasons, not an option. I was filled with horror and dismay as I picked up my phone for the only feasible fix, to look for Pete’s number.
I had never had a conversation with him before- he was actually very nice. He told me he’d stop at a gas station to pick up some ga…
Oh my fuckin god! I had freaken ran out of gas!
I said no, that he didn’t have to do that, that I’d go. It was too late, he was coming.
Oh my god! This was so fucked up. It was not how this was supposed to happen. My brain was a frantic mess as his car pulled up behind me.
We both swung open our doors. It was all very fast; he was kind . He grabbed the gas can from his trunk and went towards the back of my car. He emptied his can into my tank- of course it all fit, it could take it all in. It could take more if he had it.
He came back around towards me and reminded me of his instructions.
“Give me about 10 minutes to get back in. See you soon.”
What the fuck had just happened? I couldn’t believe I ran out of freaken gas! At least he was nice- it could’ve been more of an awful nightmare than it was. Oh my god, now I had to do this!
I parked my car on the street out front, checked myself in the window’s reflection, and zipped up (as not to show what was beneath) to keep my cover.
I ran through the story as I made my way to the entrance. My grandmother needed more care. We wanted somewhere social. She needed a place with activities.
“Hello, I have a meeting. I’m here to see Pete.”
Oh shit! Was Pete his name? Fuck, maybe it was Will! Pete was the artist from the Bronx! Fuck! Fuck! Fu…
“Give me one moment; I’ll let him know you’re here.”
Fuckin Pete!
The receptionist picked up the phone, spoke briefly then escorted me where I was going. I filled the silence with nervous banter about grandmothers and needs and anything else that could fill the space between.
Pete’s office was adjacent to the busy common area. The outfacing wall was made of glass. Pete greeted us at the door and the receptionist vanished. Pete closed the door behind us.
“Please take a seat.”
He tucked behind his desk, facing out, overlooking the space filled with senior living. I made my way into one of the oversized highback chairs opposite him.
“Take your coat off; make yourself comfortable.”
I was apprehensive of the glass wall but realized I was hidden by my chair. I unzipped, then slid my bulky jacket over my shoulders, exposing my soft layers of red beneath.
“Mmm… let me take a look at you.”
I smiled, and I took a look back at him. He was a bit smaller than I thought he’d be, even than he was on the side of the road, moments prior… but it was him. He was real. He was no fake.
“What do you think? Worth the trip?” I tugged my cami low, exposing more of the lace, hugging the creases and curves of my breasts.
“Mmm..” I saw him looking at me, wanting me. His eyes flashed beyond me, then back. “I’m going to take you on a tour. Put on your coat.”
I zipped up again and hurried behind him. We exited back into the busy-ness of the residence. We walked with purpose.
He keyed and peeked into a couple of rooms until he found the one he was seeking, and pulled me inside. With the click of the lock, he grabbed me and shoved his tongue in my mouth. Holy crap! I wanted his wanting me. He backed me up against the door and pressed himself into me, rubbed his hardness against my soft warmth.
He whispered in my ear. I could feel his hot breath with each word. “We should be okay in here but someone could come in if they have the key.”
We walked further into the bright, unfurnished room, towards the kitchen.
“There’s a nook we can tuck into if we hear the lock.”I
t was all so fast; I let him lead. He kissed me, deep, again.
Excitement and terror summersaulted in my guts. At any moment the lock could have tripped. I heard murmurings from the hall.
I dropped to my knees and looked up at him from the floor. I rubbed my face, my mouth, my teeth against the bulge in his dress pants. I looked up at him and back to his bulge.
I undid his belt, then his button. He grabbed hold and dropped them to the floor, then wrapped his fingers around the back of my head, through my hair. I looked up at him again; my mouth began to salivate.
Without breaking my gaze, I continued to rub my face on him. I reached my fingertips around his waistband and slowly pulled it down over him, bringing my hot, soft lips to his skin.
“Don’t take this the wrong way but you should be a pornstar… Damn, your eyes!”
I didn’t take it the wrong way. I took it the way I’m sure he hoped I would. I became his personal pornstar, performing for him, making him want to want me, giving him first person glances as I proceeded to wrap my mouth around his hard, throbbing cock.
There was no time for teasing or play, the urgency of the moment fueled and mounting pace.
I wrapped my fist around the base of his rock solid manliness and started sloppy kissing his head, twisting and slurping my tongue around him.I looked up at him and flashed him an excited twinkle.
“Fffffeels so good.”
I let my saliva drip all over him and began sliding my hands over his shaft, slow and firm, from base to tip, sometimes sliding out and re-entering. I brought my lips to my thumbs and began to take him into my mouth with every thrust. Tight lipped, in and out.
I rotated my wrists as my fingers slid over him. I felt excitement surging, pulsing beneath his thin sheathe. He was so alive. I looked up at him, staring down at me.
I barely started running my fingers over his sac when he interrupted.
“Almost there.”
I pushed more saliva out of my mouth, all over him… slipping and sliding fiercely. Staring at him, staring back at me, as I felt him tense against my face, pull my head tight, and force himself deep, towards the back of my throat.
My eyes watered. I gagged around him. I pulled away but didn’t break my stride. I plunged him back into my, just in time to catch his sticky eruption in my mouth. He twinged and looked at me swallowing him.
“You’re incredible… now, what can I do for you?”
Now that his needs were met, I became super aware of our risk of exposure. It was one thing for him to be caught, literally, with his pants down, another for me with mine. I decided the quickest way to finish off was to take things in my own hands.
Already on the floor, I laid down and snuck my fingers under my panties. I spread my lips wide; my clit was swollen, aching.
Pete knelt down beside me. I could hear his breathing deepen as his hand encircled the roundness of my breasts. Quickly he escalated, sliding his fingers under the layers, snaking under the lace trip. His hands were warm on my skin.
I began to stroke my clit, gently at first as I breathed Pete’s musky scent into my lungs. I closed my eyes and focused on the delicate, sensitive skin just beyond my fingertips. Gently lapping at myself, teasing me, deriving pleasure that only I could.
I clenched my insides to heighten the building intensity, moving faster over myself. Pete read my pulsing and started wrapping his hands around me, squeezing me in his strong grip.
Mmmmm. I felt my ache growing.
Pete noticed my eyes scrunch and started groping and twisting my nipples between his fingers. They’re receptive. I could feel them harden in his grasp.
“Mmmm… I’m going to cum”
I held my breath as I rode over the edge, and felt my insides flutter.
I sunk back to the floor, opened my eyes, and let out my breath in a sigh.
I looked up at Pete, looking down at me, his hot hands still cupping my breasts.
“Wow”
We pulled our fingers from my body. He helped me to my feet. We gathered ourselves and stepped back into the world outside the door.
I stopped for gas on the way home.

Yoga, Chains, and Mr Patel (M40+ M40+ F40+ F40+ interracial, BDSM, Hucow)

My name is Christi Clark, a married mother of two who is getting back into the working world slowly by turning my dance background and yoga hobby into more than just my recovery from childbirth, but my new business opportunity. I had become certified as a yoga instructor, as I had been a dance instructor, but what I wanted to target was other young mothers like myself, the urban white suburban housewives who wanted to get their body back, and who needed a way to deal with the stress and emotional drain of essentially facing motherhood’s burdens unsupported.

It took a village to raise a child, it took multiple generations to be successful, but while the Hindu still lived that way, we had forsaken it for the myth of the nuclear family that served men well and left women to drown alone. I had the plan, I had the market, I needed the space. That is how I met Mr Patel.