Tag: Fisting

Hypnosis and the Hounds: Final

Slut learns to be an Object

Graeme reached out a hard black hand and grabbed me by the hair and yanked me to my feet in front of him, head bowed to the side.

He slapped my face, then slapped my wobbling 48G breasts again and again, all the while his voice was hard, cold and on the edge of a loss of control I had never seen for the years I served him in the army as his 2IC.

“Dear frigid little Corporal Thomas, who wouldn’t look at any of the men, wouldn’t let any of them so much as compliment her round little ass and huge white titties is a slut. A FUCKING SLUT. All the years I dreamed of plowing your tight little red cunt, fucking those milk white jugs and painting that blue eyed face of yours with some hot black cum, and you tell me you are a slut when I CAN”T EVEN GET HARD ANY MORE?” Read more »

The Warrior of East Veria’s Final Fight [M32/F29] [Rape] [Battle] [Rough] [Fantasy] [Size Difference] [Snuff]

TW: I’ll be honest with you, this is pretty heavy stuff. If you’re worried that any of the above might be too much, don’t read on

Side note: Please let me know what you think. This is my first time trying erotica, let alone something this heavy

Even from her spot in the shade, behind the large, iron portcullis, she could feel the heat radiating from the sands outside. The murmur of the crowd on its other side made her heart beat a little bit too fast and her hairs stand on end. *Barbarians*, she thought to herself.

Anise checked the leather straps on her shield, ensuring they were fastened tightly and swung the short sword around, feeling for the weight. Nothing like her Dawn Riser, but it would have to do. Here, in this moment, she knew this was the last bit of peace she was going to have for a long while. No prisoners sneering at her, no guards watching her, just a moment before she had to fight for her life.

The portcullis began to rise, iron creaking on stone and the rhythmic sound of chains echoing in the small chamber as slowly the gateway into hell opened before her. She stepped out into the sun, eager to get this over with. Read more »

Hypnosis and the Hound III

I was waiting at the Michael’s office, Leashholder Therapy, doing post run stretches. The three km was enough to build up a good sweat and really loosen up my muscles, but it gave me too much time to think about Michael. Every time I stopped myself from thinking about Michael, I found myself thinking of Pan and Priapus, his two Great Danes and the threatening red rockets they sported when they sniffed my arousal. I shut down that line of thought, but it only brought me back to remembering Michael reaching down to help me up. In my mind, he was no longer reaching down to help me up, but to put a stainless steel choke collar on me, as he had his two dogs. I tried to remember how Michael looked when we were both standing, but in my mind, I only wanted to see him from the position of kneeling in front of him.

God I am glad I sweat. No woman in the world may have ever said that, because sweat is embarrassing. It is less embarrassing than what it hides. I am so glad I ran the three km to get here, because otherwise the wetness of my yoga pants would advertise to Michael that my pussy was soaked to the point I had no choice but to run to a man not my husband to confess my problem. Read more »

Cuckold Conspiracy [All Characters 18+][No incest]

Part 1

Tomorrow I was graduating from high school, and had just had my birthday last month. I couldn’t wait to get to college. I had gotten nowhere with the girls here, but in college that would all change. I still wanted to tell my crush how I felt, though. Alicia was a sexy Latina with a slim, toned cheerleader’s body with a nice butt. Her eyes were gorgeous and it was hard not to stare at her every time we had class. I had written a note for her that I’d slip to her during our graduation ceremony. It just said how I felt about her and how I wished I could’ve told her earlier, but was still happy to have met her. As I finished looking over the note for the last time, I thought of the bikini photo of her I had saved in a dedicated folder, and I opened it. Read more »

I gave into my summer school bully’s demands and sucked him off in our dorm’s staircase and now I’m his personal cumbucket (NC) (female perspective) (humiliation) (19M and 19F) Pt. 3

After neatly sewing the buttons back onto my shirt, I try it on and look in the mirror.
I hated what I saw. I had nothing in particular going on for me. B cup tits, average butt, unfashionable, a sad bob that curled up at the ends, all I was missing was the glasses.
I sighed and dug around my drawers for a sexier bra, I could only find one that had some lace detailing but a cup size too big. It made my tits look even smaller but it was better than the ugly beige one I was wearing before.

He texts me to meet him on the second floor of our residence hall after dinner, where there are tables for group studying. I am surprised he actually wants to study with me, and in public too.

When I get there he’s already sitting there waiting for me. His laptop and textbooks open. I take out my stuff and we get to work.

He leans over and whispers into my ear,
“I’m tired of you fumbling over yourself in class, it’s not cute but cringe and annoying.”
“We’re going to get real work done today.” Read more »

The wildest teacher [F] I’ve met [M] part 2

She grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the sofa and quickly undone my belt and pulled my underwear to the floor, as my rock hard cock was straight in her eye line.

She immediately grabbed it and started to work it with her hand as she lightly started to lick the tip with her tongue, as she began to take more and more into her mouth. She kept going, stroking my cock as it was in her mouth taking about half in her mouth.

She then placed her hands on my thighs and stated to take more and more in her mouth until she was about 3/4 down my cock, as she pulled it out and dropped some spit onto my cock and stroked me as it covered all over, she then went back to taking it in her mouth, I placed my hand on the side of her head gently pushing her down more seeing how she reacted, she didn’t flinch as she very slightly started to gag but not enough to stop. Read more »

BDSM CNC [M/F] Rape fantasy

I wrote this for my sub for a possible future scene for her and I to do together.

A warm summers day

You’re sitting on a blanket in the middle of a meadow on a warm and sunny day. A cool breeze twists through the long grass as it kisses you on the cheek. You are wearing your favourite orange sun dress that just covers your cute butt.

It was a long day so you’ve decided to treat yourself. On a plate is the perfect piece of lemon meringue pie. You plunge your fork in and pop a bit into your mouth. The tart but sweet taste makes your mouth water. You’re happy, you’re content, you feel safe in the warm summer air.

Suddenly the sun is blocked, a dark shadow is cast across you. You look up to see a hooded figure, face hidden in the dark hood. In his hand he holds some old brown rope.

Panic sets in, you’re scared and alone. Up on your feet you have no choice but to run into the surrounding forest. The hooded figure begins his hunt, you are his prey and he will have what he desires. Read more »

[MF] Homeoffice

I sit tensely at my desk.  I’ve been going from call to call for the last 5 hours, trying to sort out my colleagues’ chaos.  The door opens behind me.  “Babe? I just wanted to bring you another coffee”.  I say “One moment please” into my headset in a calm, relaxed voice.  I hit the mute button, and my suppressed tension is suddenly released.  I turn around without getting up and yell at her, “Can’t you see I’ve got enough shit in front of me right now? Don’t fucking bother me! Just put it on the desk and shut the fuck up.”  She puts the cup down on the desk next to me and leaves the study.  I take a deep breath before I unmute myself and continue to discuss the further approach with my colleague.  Five minutes later I hang up and, annoyed, hang the headset over the monitor.  I take a sip of the coffee, which is really good for me.  I feel terrible for taking my anger out on her.  She had nothing to do with it.  She’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.  I resolve to make amends for my behavior with a nice dinner and apologize right away when my calendar reminds me that the next meeting starts in 5 minutes.  I curse out loud as I prepare the documents on my desktop for the meeting. Read more »

Will (M) and Chloe (F) [FDOM] [Non-con]

This is my first story ever. I’ve never written anything before. I wrote this in a google doc and tried to copy/paste the whole thing here. It was better organized, such as Will’s thoughts being italicized, but when I pasted it here it was just one big wall of text and I had to go through and separate everything and couldn’t be bothered to italicize those bits again. Sorry.

Thanks for reading.

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Will was almost late. It was nearly 7pm and they had decided to meet half an hour before their 7:30 movie so they could go for a walk at the park and introduce themselves properly. He’d lost track of time between grooming himself in the shower (he’d been more optimistic at the time) and trying to find a pair of jeans that fit better than the ones he was currently wearing. Though he hadn’t been overweight, he’d wanted to tone up and the last several months of daily gym sessions had trimmed his waistline to the point of him having to constantly pull his pants up, he’d put off buying pants that fit better and now he regretted it. Read more »

Maria and the College Boy Pt. 1 [M/F] [Femdom] [Older Woman Younger Man] [MILF]

*Repost from old deleted account. Chats are open – let me know what you thought!*

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“Shit,” Maria said, hissing air through her teeth. “Really? Again?”

She spun the steering wheel sharply to the left, took a glance in her side mirror, and finished parking before letting out an exasperated sigh. Her 1999 Ford F-150 had lasted a long while, but this was the third time in as many months that the check engine light had turned on, and Maria was starting to lose her patience. This time, the truck had barely made it two miles down the road before letting her know something was wrong, and Maria knew she couldn’t afford another trip to the shop this month.

She slammed her fist into the dashboard, hoping maybe that some aggression might help whip the old beater into shape, but the yellow light shone on. Taking the keys from the ignition, Maria took a moment to collect herself before swinging down from the seat and heading towards the bar. Read more »