[M22M22M22[Unwanted gay sex] Academy Chapter 2

This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters are over the age of 18. (they’re 22).

This story has depictions of both male/male and female/male sex. Some chapters will only have one or the other.

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The next couple of days brought some new suprises for Redmond.

Sven made a new friend on campus, Trevor, and for whatever reason seemed eager to please him. That meant sharing his weed, cigarettes and, after awhile, resent.

Redmond hated everything about Trevor including his ability to never stop talking. During his first night over Redmond learned that Trevor had had sex with males smaller than him previously and was hoping to get a roommate he could take advantage of but that wasn’t in the cards. Trevor was small, Redmond thought, there’s no way he’d be able to dominate someone.

But he made friends with Sven and Sven could force Redmond to do what he wanted and so that meant that first night Redmond ended up taking four loads from Trevor and he hated every second of it.

My Wife Helped a Friend Discover Her Sexuality [FF]

Maxine had, the whole time we’d known her, been the quieter one. Her friends, Maesa and Julie, were outgoing, vibrant and lewd, while Maxine had mostly gone along with events as they unfolded. But not today. Today Maxine had asked my wife, Anne, and I to have lunch, just the three of us. We found a little cafe on a square in Venice and watched the boats go by.

“I think I’m gay.” Maxine said. She was blushing furiously but carried on. I think she’d scripted this. “But…I’ve never actually been with a woman. I’ve really come to care for you two and…” She gulped. “I’d like to spend a night with Anne. Anne and I alone.”

Anne reached across the table and held Maxine’s hand. They both looked at me. I’ve know that Anne was bisexual almost the entire time I’ve known Anne. That fact had led to some amazing sexual encounters and I loved that part of her. However, the question came at a strange time. We planned on going separate ways that afternoon. The women had plans in Dubrovnik and we were catching the train to Rome.

[Unwanted anal][Straight forced to do gay][M22,M22,F22,F22,F22] Sex and the Academy chapter 1

This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18. Character ages are all 22 years old.
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Redmond emerged from sleep as the first few rays of sunlight came in through the window. He looked at the red numbers on the alarm clock. 5:57. His alarm would go off in three minutes. He had a habit of waking a few minutes before his alarm. He reached over and clicked it off.

He took a deep breath. This portion of his day was the calm before the storm. Once he got up it was be an endless gauntlet of stress and expectations.

Redmond’s first month at the academy hadn’t been going well. He was struggling with grades, he wasn’t having any luck with the ladies and his roommate, Sven, forced him to engage in anal sex, which he didn’t like at all.

[M]y evening of drunken dancing and being solicited by an attractive escort, ends surprisingly the next day on the receiving end of a [f]abulous blowjob by a gorgeous cougar…

Reddit attracts such an amazing group of people. I never fail to be entertained, turned on, weirded out, and amused. Lurking, posting, and commenting has been a very informative and important part of my personal sexual journey, and am forever grateful to the horny corners of the Reddit interwebz. I recently had the opportunity to trade that favor to another redditor, which I’ll detail later, but first…the backstory.

So a couple of weeks ago, I was working in Nashville and made a post on r/randomactsofblowjob. As per usual, it resulted in a resounding chorus of crickets and went about my work and stay. After a work dinner that evening, I ventured out to Broadway to find lust the old-fashioned way…by drinking whiskey and dancing with bachelorette party-goers. I found myself at Miranda Lambert’s Casa Rosa. I made a new friend at the bar and we connected over the end of a football game. While we were at the bar, I saw a reddit notification appear. Hmmm…no message, but I had a new follower? I’m not on my raobj throwaway reddit often, so this new follower must have found me from my post. So I shot back a message: “Soooo….interesting enough to follow, but not interesting enough to message?” Put my phone back in my pocket, and started fielding questions from my new friend’s two female besties with whom he came to the bar. They were trying to talk him into dancing, so like any good wingman, I volunteered for duty and joined them instead.

Stuck inside a sex-based D&D campaign [MF, 21+] [fantasy] [gangbang] [PART 3/3]

Emily leaned against the railing with Ezra, who explained what little geography she knew. They were headed towards Old Ashton to the North, which was part of the Dorastir Empire. To the south was the Troulorian Kingdom, both of whom were almost at war. Trade was still favorable despite that, which Lia took advantage of. North of Old Ashton was nothing but ocean until you reached a freezing continent of which there were only wild tales. East, along the coastline was Dorastir, the capital of the Dorastir Empire. Emily thought that might cause a fair bit of confusion. 

Further east was the murky border between Dorastir and the independent city of Peham. Peham was secluded, Ezra told her. Most visitors were not allowed within the grand walls of the city, which Emily found odd. How could they survive without trade? Ezra simply shrugged at that. Magic. 

Ezra walked around the ship, inspecting the sailor’s work. During her next round with Emily, she had to shoo off a handsy sailor who was pretending to tie knots around the sail. He was groping her exposed breast and tying knots in her stomach instead. Ezra simply banished him to the hold until he “starts to think with his head instead of his cock.” 

Dominated and fucked by an ebony couple [FMMF]

Back when my man and I were swingers (not anymore, so, don’t ask me for meetings) we had a couple swap session with a gorgeous ebony couple. They were taller than me, so I felt a little bit intimidated. At first, she and I decided to dance for the guys, and some minutes later we started to take off our clothes. She took off my dress and I did the same with her t-shirt and her jeans. Of course, the guys didn’t waste anytime because, in a matter of seconds, they were completely naked. Well, it’s time to be sincere here, I’m not Katy Perry, “I kissed a girl and didn’t like it”, and that happened back in high school and then again in college. After that, I was completely sure that I wasn’t gay nor bi. Before this session, my man and I had already enjoyed the company of women, but in all those cases the other woman and I just danced, spanked each other in the ass, covered ourselves with oil, shared a blowjob, but never fucked each other. But in that moment, the woman sat me on the sofa and started to Kiss me while grabbing my tits, then went to lick my body, sucked my tits for a while and made me open my legs and began to lick my pussy with her big tongue (damn it was huge that thing). It’s time to be sincere again, yes, she made me cum a couple of times, it was awesome, but I wasn’t completely comfortable. While she was Licking my pussy, the guys were taking pictures of us and I got really horny when I saw their cocks fully erected. I wanted to start the fucking part of the evening, but the woman forced me to stay on the sofa, made me taste my pussy from her lips and started to finger fuck me while asking me if I was her bitch. I was extremely horny so I begged her to let me fuck her husband. She smiled and said “permission granted Little whore”. She asked her husband to come closer, put me down on my knees and made me suck his cock while holding my arms to my back. He fucked my throat real hard and it was amazing. The feeling of being dominated by those two was incredible. She released my arms, sat on the sofa, opened her legs and ordered me to lick her pussy and told her husband to fuck me from behind. Do I need to be sincere again? Yes, I licked her pussy, and it was good, but, you know. Anyway, it was great fun because her man was really pounding my pussy and made me cum big time, and I made her cum too (ok, I’m proud of that). After that, her husband told my man that it was the moment to destroyed our assholes. They put us in position, facing each other, and went for it, taking turns, pulling our hair and made us Kiss each other all the time. At the end, the woman told me to stay on my knees and wait for the cum. I thought that she was going to make the guys cum all over me (I was expecting that) but I was wrong. She made the guys to cum in her mouth, came over and, oh-oh, spilled the cum in my mouth (not comfy). So, it was an amazing evening, I’m not going to lie, but there was that uncomfortable feeling that needed to share with my man. It took me a couple of days to tell him that I didn’t want to fuck another woman. I wanted to have fun with women, just didn’t want to lick pussies anymore. My man felt bad and started to say “sorry – sorry – sorry” (I love the way he takes care of me), so I eased his mind telling him that there was nothing to feel sorry about, it was an experiment, it was cool, just didn’t want to do it that way again.

Part from Chapter 2 from the erotica BROWN GIRL AND THE WHITE BOY by Russo Tanaka [Hardcore, BDSM, Interracial]

After a few months, the “new girl,” at the brothel in the slums became a sensation. She even got the attention of the boss of all the underworld bosses, the infamous “Anwar,” who ran all the brothels and heroin trade in multiple southern states. Anwar was a ruthless man, but he was so protective of the working-girls at his brothels, because his dead mother was also a prostitute and he was an openly gay man.
“No one can mess with the girls. Pay, fuck, and leave. No drama!” That was Anwar’s rule.
That even applied to his close lieutenants. Breaking that rule or even making a small drama in his brothels was just enough to land Anwar’s fury on them! Everyone knew that, so no one even thought of messing with the working-girls at “Anwar’s brothels.” Working-girls kind of felt safe being in on Anwar’s brothels. All the politicians, police, judges, lawyers and even some media and celebrities were in his pocket!
Time to time he hooked up some of his girls with filthy rich men, and often those girls became their mistresses with an apartment or condo to them. Anwar kind of felt relieved when a girl goes away from his brothels and starts a new life, that made him happy.
Brothels weren’t his main income nor the heroin trade! And above all, he wasn’t the boss of all the underworld bosses in southern states! Those were just the cover story to keep one of the best kept secrets in the entire world. In India, out of over a billion people, Anwar was the only man who knew what that was! All the money he earned from the heroin trade and brothels were being used to keep his influence and muscle. But his real income was a secret worth more than hundred billion dollars!”

Originally posted by me in r/FemboyCousinLore [Gay, femboy, incest]

So I (M18) I like dressing as a girl, wearing things like high socks, skirts and chockers. My cousin (M19) on the other hand is very masculine, he is fit, plays football and is always surrounded by chicks. Yesterday it was his birthday and he invited me to a party he was having with his friends and family, so I decided to go there wearing a blue shirt, a pink skirt, white high socks and a pink and blue hoodie. As soon ad I arrived I noticed that pretty much everyone was drunk, so much so that my cousin was taking off his shirt, revealing his massive hot muscles, which made all the girls at the party clap like they were in some sort of theater. And then he saw me, “Oh, hi there cousin, stole that outfit from your sister?” he asked, mocking me for dressing in a feminine way. “Actually, I only stole the skirt from my sister.” I simply replyed, used to my cousin begin an asshole, before leaving the room and heading into the kitchen. There I met some of my cousin’s friends, they were drunk and immediatly mistaken me for a girl, surrounding me and starting to flirt with me before offering me some alcohol. I didn’t want to be rude so I took it and drank some of it, needless to say that before I knew it I was drunk as shit, kissing one of the guys that were flirting with me as the others watched. At that moment my cousin walked in, still shirtless, and stared at me kissing his friend like a little slut. “The hell are you two doing? He is a guy!” He shouted as he grabbed my arm and dragged me away from his friend, who just pointed out how I was still hotter than 99% of the chicks at the party. Another few hours passed and soon me and my cousin found ourselfs alone, everyone else got home and a couple of his friends gave me theyr numbers. “The hell were you doing with my friend? You shouldn’t have kissed him! Now all the girls will know that my cousin is a useless femboy!” He shouted, to which I simply replyed “They did enjoy it tho.”. “Mh, doubt, you wouldn’t be able to turn anyone on.” My cousin replyed, which caused me to sit look at him with a grin as I slowly touched his muscles as I asked him if he was sure about it. Now, in my defense, I was really drunk and horny, I probably wouldn’t have done that if I was sober, but whatever. He asked what the hell I was doing and asked me to stop, but I could see the boner forming under his pants. “Awh, I turned you on!” I jokingly exclaimed as I looked down at my cousin’s legs. “Stop it, that’s not funny…” He just mumbled as he blushed, trying to hide his massive boner. But I was just too horny, I grabbed his pants and forcefully took them off, causing his massive dick to come out, pointing straight at my face. “No!” He screamed, but I just asked him to shut up before starting to lick the top of his penis, kissing it as he looked down at me. At that point he couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed my head with his strong masculine hands and forced his entire dick down my throat, moving my head like if it was a mere toy. At first I had trouble breathing, but soon I got used to it, moaning softly as my useless boypussy face was begin fucked by my own cousin, and Jesus Christ did I absolutelly loved it. “Take this you stupid bitch!” My cousin then groaned as he came in my mouth, his delicius sperm running down my throat as I tried to breath. After a while he let my head go, getting up without saying anything and closing himself in his bedroom. Am I the asshole for doing this?

Inner Demons: Part One 21+ [M32/F33] [Straight Sex] [Succubus] [Erotic Horror] [Oral Sex]

Chapter One: Just Another Day

Another day and another day to be passed by and forgotten.

“Hey Jane!” Ted smiled.

“Janet,” I replied.

Ted and his friends were always picking on me. We worked at a large publishing house, and I was one of the nerdy editors, as they called me around the water cooler.

“Whatever, plain Jane,” Ted said as he high-fived one of his friends and walked away.

“You’re Thirty-two, not thirteen!” I yelled back at him.

I couldn’t believe I was still here. It started as a job out of high school. I had been in the school newspaper and thought I would be the next prominent journalist, but that never happened. Now I was stuck behind an editor’s desk while Ted and his friends got all the significant publications.

Things had never gone right for me, not ever.

I was always the nerd, even in school, playing games with my friends in the basement or pretending to be the next superheroine. The guys always laughed at me.

[M]y girl[f]riend and my jerk off bud. Part 7: Plot twist, the end.

The next day, Brandon had to be at work at 10am. I woke up when he slammed the door behind him as he left. Kirsten was out cold and didn’t stir at all when I rolled her off of me so I could get out of bed. Brandon had retired to his room with the remainder of the tequila immediately after the big event, leaving me and Kirsten to sleep in the massive wet spot. She and I didn’t talk much immediately afterwards, but did a lot of cuddling and canoodling until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I took a shower, and cleaned the apartment until Kirsten came limping out of the bedroom around 1pm. Her vagina was, in her words, “fucking wrecked” and she sent me to the store to buy some cranberry juice. All she wanted to do was cuddle on the couch in a T shirt and panties, watching movies and smoking weed. She was extremely affectionate all afternoon, and whined whenever I reminded her I needed to leave for work eventually. She gave me head, said she’d let me fuck her in the ass if I called in. So, yeah I called into work that day.