New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 233-235) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 233: The Wife and the Snake

*Should I just put him out of his misery and get this over with?* Beatrice wondered as she stood a couple of feet from her bleeding, screaming, one-arm-less opponent. The other duel of her so-called “bracket” was not over either. Beatrice looked at the duel between the snake lady and Number Twenty-five.

Mere minutes ago, Number Twenty-five had the snake lady’s temporary cock in her ass, and mere minutes later one of them would be dead. *She still must have the dick I gave her!* Beatrice remembered. *I wonder if that makes it more difficult for her to move? Must be weird, right?* But it certainly didn’t look that way. If anything, Number Twenty-five had more and more trouble keeping up with the snake lady’s speed.

Forbidden Sorority Hookup Part 2 [MF]

I can’t believe how well my first story blew the fuck up! Thank you all so so much for the messages and comments on my experience, it was nice to finally give an experience of mine! I am so sorry, it’s taken me this long to give the Part 2, but life and work amiright?? lol If you haven’t read Part 1, I suggest you go to my profile and click on that story first so that you won’t be confused when I reference things in this one. Anyways, without further do, here is the continuation and conclusion(hopefully not) of the wild wild sexy Nicole!

Ok, so after that cabin party, things between me and Nicole didn’t quite end up the way you may have thought they would. Things were never awkward between us after that night at the cabin, but we didn’t secretly hook up every chance we got either(in hindsight, I wish we did). Whenever we saw each other on campus, we would hug, I’d crack a joke, flirt for a sec, she’d laugh and tell me I was stupid, and we would go on our way to class. I think in a way, we were scared how the sorority would feel if they saw us get too close with one another. We didn’t wanna jeopardize each other’s position. She just got in, so I wasn’t gonna fuck anything up for her and risk her getting kicked out, and she knew how much the sorority meant to me also so I guess that was why we didn’t hook up the rest of that semester.

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F/F] Part 58

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=== ***Chris*** ===

Hearing those two being in love fills my heart with happiness. I didn’t think they would get together at first, because they didn’t like one another, but now that their relationship has no more tethers, I hope they can be real to one another.

Bella likes to cuddle. Despite how she looks, she likes to cuddle a lot. She likes hugs and kisses, and she likes reaffirming touches.

“Chris, baby, so you love me?” She asked as her wild, brunette hair covered half of her beautiful face.

“Of course, I love you, don’t be so silly,” I said whilst clearing up the hairy mess. She smiled happily as she leaned in to kiss me.

“I love you, babe,” she said, “I’m so happy right now.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m glad you’re happy.”

She smiled contently as she drifted into sleep. “I’m going to go to sleep. See you when I wake up?”

“Always, babe.”

===

Idol Induction – Subtle Dom [MF][Femdom][Hypnosis]

Part1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t66idk/femdom_browsing_history/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

Part2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tgjja9/femdom_browsing_history_fulltime_dom/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

Note: More character building, probably won’t be for most people till mid story. Hopefully someone enjoys.

With my eyes shut, naked, and knees on the floor I licked Goddess Sara under her desk. We were in her apartment as she was browsing something online. Her skirt kept brushing back and forth on my neck as she would reposition herself. I reflected back on the week since we first started… dating I guess I would call it.

Monday morning came. I woke up half expecting to see Goddess Sara looking at me. I wondered how the day would go and how she would treat me in public. I saw a text from her. “Meet me at Julie’s café down the street?”

“Yes, Goddess.” I texted back, remembering how I should always reply to her.

“I’m here now reading for another class. Want anything to eat or drink?”

“A vanilla iced coffee with cream please.”

“You got it ;)”

I got dressed and after a 15 minute walk saw her sitting outside reading with an iced coffee in her hand, one on the table, and a couple Greek yogurts.

I visit Miguel at his home [FM] [mdom] [dubcon]

(This is a continuation of the story started in the waxing post.)

Miguel had really gotten in my head after the waxing. It didn’t help that my skin, sensitive and inflamed from the procedure, served as a constant reminder. I couldn’t stop thinking of his deep, commanding voice, hands on my body, and the effortless way with which he took control of me. Normally, I wouldn’t even consider seeing someone like that again, but I felt drawn to him, unable to focus on work or anything else.

And that’s how I found myself standing in front of my mirror naked at 5:30 on Friday evening, his words echoing in my head. “Impress me.” How would I go about doing that? Clearly he is a man who is used to getting whatever he wants. How do *I* impress *him?*

I stepped into the shower, the hot water running in rivulets down my soft, ivory skin. I scrubbed my body, then shaved my legs and armpits. After rinsing one last time, I applied lotion to every inch of my body, a light baby powder scent covering me. I towel-dried my hair and opened my lingerie drawer. I used to wear lingerie often, one of my past boyfriends having a bit of a fetish for it.

[F/M] [Cuckolding] The Bargain – Chapter 1

(Hailey)

In hindsight, we should have known it was a bad idea. It’s almost laughable now to think this was going to end any other way. On the other hand, I guess it made sense at the time. My boyfriend and I were short on cash, so offering Damon a blowjob for a sack of weed didn’t seem like a terrible idea. After all, my boyfriend knew I had blown guys before, so one more wouldn’t really matter. Right?

I stopped by Damon’s after work, and he had no idea what I was about to propose. I thought that would be for the best, considering I almost backed out. I thought I could just use the tips I made at my waitress job to pay for the weed instead, but my shift was dead, and the little bit of money I did make wasn’t cash. So, it was back to plan A.

Damon opened the door to his apartment and looked me up and down. He usually did this anyway, whether my boyfriend was with me or not. I could tell it made my boyfriend Travis a little uncomfortable, but he never said anything about it. Of course, considering what was about to happen, a slight glance was the least of Travis’ worries.

[MF] Deciding to Enjoy Our Office Lunch Break the Right Way

I didn’t notice it, not at first at least. I was at your desk with a question for what seemed like the 15th time already today as you turned from your computer to look up at me.

You were wearing a teal dress, **the** teal dress that I had seen you wear more than a few times over the last couple of months. You looked good in it, and from the way you carried yourself you knew you looked good. I knew some people thought it was a bit risque for the office, but it was a Friday and I had seen more than a few of the other women dressed in a similar way. Besides, I wasn’t going to be the one to complain.

The dress showed quite a bit of cleavage, that was for certain. As you leaned forward to point to something on the spreadsheet that glowed on my laptop screen the elaborate necklace you wore swung outward before tapping back against your skin. I couldn’t help but let my eyes follow it, even if only for a moment, as it seemed to point down to the valley between your breasts as though it was inscribed with the phrase “Look at these!”. Standing next to you as you spoke the temptation, the desire to just let my eyes fixate on your body was strong. I have to admit, it took every ounce of willpower to try to keep myself from looking like a sleeze. Though I admit my eyes glance at them from time to time.

Franks’ Lady Stuffing During a Massacre (MFF) (Quite Quite Dark, Snuff)

(This is a slight break away from other stories and exploring a snuff ending. Obviously this is for entertainment so if non-con forced situations resulting in death are not your cup of tea, perhaps skip to something else. Honestly, it’s probably not very pleasant! I was trying for a casual tone which was at odds with the material to lighten it a little. I’ve been considering working on a Splatterpunk style short story, so inspired by another Redditors RP prompt, this is a first experiment. It did end up being longer than originally intended! Enjoy! Or not!).

Eva was hot as hell and a rising star in Hollywood. Brunette, petite, a little Latin about her, but not too much, tits perky enough to have cleavage, but not taking over from her pretty face. Plus she knew to get on in the movies a girl had to get a little down and dirty sometimes, which while it wasn’t ideal, she was happy to go along with a few pervy producers if it furthered her career.

M&F.. I can’t sleep

It’s 3 am. She can’t sleep. It’s too dark, too hot, and she can’t get comfortable. She tosses and turns restlessly. No position felt right.
Sensing she was awake he rolls over and touches her back.
“I can’t sleep”, she whispers in the dark. He immediately pulls her into his embrace, cradling her body from the side. He slowly runs his fingers along her thighs, his hand softly exploring her smooth skin.
His fingers trace up her leg, across her stomach, down her back.
“That’s feels so good”, she moans breathlessly.
His hands lingered on her panties. His hands are so warm. She sighs heavily as he traces his fingers up her stomach. She wears no bra to bed, as she knows this is how he likes her to sleep. His hands move to her breasts. He drew tiny circles, getting closer and closer to the center with each rotation. Her back arched instinctively, her moans getting louder now. He reaches her nipples and gently pinches them until they are pert and erect, just waiting to be touched by his tongue.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he whispers, grinding his hard cock into her back.
His hand traces back down her stomach to her panties, now soaking wet with need and anticipation. He rubs her clit overtop of the soft material. She grinds her hips expectantly against his fingers. He pulls them aside and runs his finger up and down her pussy, spreading the wetness all around.
“Please…” she begs him, her hand grabbing his wrist and directing his fingers to her swollen clit. He obeys with a soft grunt and begins massaging her clit softly, just the way he knows she likes it. As her breathing grows ragged and her moans become louder, he quickens his pace. It doesn’t take her long to cum all over his fingers, bucking her hips backward against his pulsating cock.
“I want you so bad,” she moans and begins pulling at his boxer shorts, desperate to touch him.
Within seconds he is free of the fabric and rips her soaking wet panties off. They hang dangerously around one ankle as he climbs on top of her. He runs his cock against her pussy, getting it soaking wet and making her whole body spasm with need.
They’re both far too desperate to go slow. He shoves his cock into her, deep and hard. She screams out in pleasure and surprise, arching her back and wrapping her legs around his back. He starts to pump deep and hard each time, matching his rhythm with her ragged breaths. She moans with each thrust, her nails digging into his back. His body is pressed against hers, his mouth sucking on her neck desperately.
“Fuck me how I like it,” she whispers to him in the darkness. He obediently pulls out and grabs her roughly, turning her onto her stomach. She raises onto her knees as he mounts her from behind. She moans in ecstasy. Slower this time, but still hard and deep as he knows she loves it that way. She writhes on the bed, forcing him to grab her hips and hold her in place. He can tell she is close. He quickens his pace, going deeper and deeper and harder and harder with each stroke. She whips her head back, her long dark hair flipping against her milky white skin. He grabs her hair, gently at first, and then roughly gathering a fist full. He holds her there and pounds her with his throbbing cock, feeling her pussy spasm with orgasm. He lets go of her hair and she half collapses in ecstasy. He grabs her by the waist and furiously fucks her, now reaching underneath her to grab her by her breasts. She moans and he feels her pussy squeezing his cock with each thrust.
“Cum in me baby,” she moans. Not being able to stand it any longer, he pulls out and drives his cock into her with one final thrust. He explodes inside her, causing her to buck against his grip as she cums again. They collapse on the bed and are asleep within seconds.

It runs in the family [F/M][inc][nc]

*Here’s a story in response to a request. I hope it’s OK to read, I wasn’t in a very happy mood when I wrote this. :(*

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*”twenty-three years. Twenty three years you’ve been ugly. Useless.”

Mi-cha stood trembling in front of her father, eyes down while he berated her yet again. Clothes too ugly. Not enough makeup. Too much of the wrong kind of makeup. Can’t cook. Can’t clean. Can’t work. No education, never mind he wouldn’t let her go, telling her she was too stupid to graduate, that he ‘wouldn’t waste money on her’.

“Had enough of you. Is there* any *part of you that’s any good?* Any *part at all?” She stood, mute.

“Strip.”

No, dad. I don’t want to.

He slapped her, hard. “Listen to your father, useless. Strip!”

Shaking, crying, she peeled off her shirt, her pants. Stood before him in her bra and underwear. He slapped her again. “Strip, I said! he told her, pulling on her bra, breaking the clasp so it came free in her hand. Instinctively, she covered her breasts with one arm, slowly pulled her underwear down to her ankles. Stood there, nude, tears falling free as she keep her gaze on the floor, felt his gaze on her.