I (24F) spent Christmas Eve getting my ass fucked by a much older family friend (53M) to “Mele Kalikimaka” [MF]

So I came home to my parents’ place in the suburbs for Xmas this year. I guess that “Tom,” a friend of my parents’ in the neighborhood, heard I was coming to town, and he texted me to say hey – and I knew what that meant.

**Boring backstory:** I sorta (well, totally did) hooked up with Tom last year when I moved home here during COVID. Tom was married then, his kids are in high school, and I kind of hated his wife. She’d been a real bitch to me ever since high school. It felt kind of awesome and forbidden and dirty to fuck a married older man – especially since his wife is terrible. They’re acquaintances with my parents.
Tom and his wife separated earlier this year and now she’s living across the neighborhood. So I knew what he was thinking when he texted me…

**So back to the story:** Tom and I texted for two days, figuring out when we could see each other. I made up an excuse about going to see a girlfriend on Xmas Eve after I did family stuff here. Tom did Xmas Eve with his family and then met me back at his house. We kissed, had some wine and caught up.

A Job You Love (Part 1) [F/M] [Fdom][Msub] [Milking] [Hucow I guess?] [Dirty talking] [Medical] [Forced Bi-ish?]

Summer was coming and with it the summer workers. Vivian was sitting in her office, waiting for Paul, her assistant, to deliver the first of the many applicants. She skimmed the list, a small crease between her eyebrows expressing her apprehension. They had so many candidates, that day. It bothered her. She liked to take her sweet time and she just hated to be rushed during the interviews. But there wasn’t much to be done: CMBKTS was a seasonal worker’s dream. Four months of effort, after all, left the lucky chosen with enough cash to spend a lavish winter season. It usually attracted students, travellers and the poor souls in desperate need for a work VISA extension.

She sighed, burying her nose in the pile of papers once again, studying the medical record of her first interviewee. 24, reasonably healthy, with an average life success score and a good level of CVM compatibility, as highlighted by his most recent bloodwork.

His passport-sized picture really did not tell her much, as a pair of heavy rimmed glasses obscured the feature her soon-to-be patient. He was not one of their regular, she noticed with interest taking a last sip of her creamy coffee. She was pleasantly surprised when Paul escorted Josh Anderson into her office.

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F/F] Part 54

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

April 30, 2018

The restaurant is awfully busy, and I felt bad about leaving at 8 PM, since it’s still a packed house. I worked in a very popular Italian chain restaurant, and while we are busy, we are also fully staffed. Having me there would have been just an extra body in the way, and the kitchen is already pretty crowded.

That’s when I noticed her. Isabella. She looked lonely and she kept looking around like she’s expecting someone. A glass of wine sits in front of her and a closed menu next to it.

“Chris, I got about one table left and my shift’s about to end, do you mind taking it?” Marie told me, one of my co-workers. She’s a young mother of two, her ex knocked her up twice and then disappeared on her, and she’s a good person too.

“Of course,” I told her as she gave me such a relieved smile. She nodded towards Isabella’s table.

“Hi, um, my shift’s about to end so I’ll be handing you over to my co-worker here, Chris. He’ll take care of you, alright?”

Mail Order GF (I)

TW: Mention of abusive relationships!

I’ve never liked being alone. It’s harder to drown out the darkness, the nagging self doubt filled voice in my head telling me discouraging things as I slump through day to day life, trying to maintain a feeling of adulthood. Trying to mask the scared little girl lurking just below the surface.

When I left my last relationship I told myself I had to be alone. To heal and recover from years (starting in HS and ending in my early 20s) of mentally, verbally, and physically abusive charades subjugated upon me by my ex.

As soon as I found myself single I became a different type of miserable. While my last relationship had been terrible I missed the good things that come from a relationship (even a rocky one). Sleeping alone, eating alone, watching stupid meme clips on YouTube alone. Wash, rinse, repeat, wash, rinse, repeat. All alone.

It was like I was a ghost. I felt hollow and invisible. I no longer had to deal with violent rampages or uncertainty. Now I just had to deal with my own mundane tasks, the blandness of the expected. Had I always felt the need to live for someone else? Or was this a learned behavior?

My Dads friend daughter was amazing[MF]

My dad and his friend have been buddies for like ten years and his friend has a daughter named Evelyn, she is 18 and I am 20. My dad and his friend are in their late 40s. My dad loves playing soccer and volleyball so he always plays with his friend and others. Every now and then I would see Evelyn and we would talk about random things. We never hung out but we would talk when we see each other, which wasn’t that often.

Anyways yesterday his friend invited my dad to a party. We got there and we were greeted by his friend. I saw Evelyn and she gave me hug, to be honest it surprised me since we never hung out like that and we were just acquaintances. She offered me some soda and we talked. We danced and talked and talked, and everyone else was getting wasted including my dad and his friend. I didn’t drink because Evelyn wasn’t drinking either, she said her dad doesn’t want her to do that.

It was about 3am and Evelyn invited me to her room since most of the people left and the remanding were just drinking and laughing.

Sucking my (25F) fiancé (25 ftm) dry on family vacation (part 1)

My fiancé and I went on vacation with his family in the fall. We stayed at a beach resort with both of his parents, little brother and brother’s girlfriend. The entire trip I was so horny for my fiancé, CJ, because we’d just gotten engaged and I was ovulating. His testosterone dose had just increased too so he was always in the mood for me, too. Vacation was no different.

Owned – Chapter Five – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Drugs, FFM, BDSM, Freeuse, Abuse of Religion, Humor, Long

Jeeeeeusussss

I sat on the end of my bed Sunday morning watching Melanie go through my dresser drawers picking out what I was going to wear underneath my dress. The dress she had chosen for me was a light cotton, form fitting thing, and even though it covered me neck to knees, was already too revealing for church, so the underwear was going to matter.

Junior and Mel had decided that maybe it would be good for me to reconnect with my community. But I knew they felt nothing but contempt for the church and all the *delusionals* that went, so really it was just another opportunity to humiliate me.

Truth is, I was feeling pretty good about myself from a physical perspective, so part of me kind of wanted to show off. Turns out having a health minded woman around the house has got me in pretty good shape. I was doing okay for someone my age before she came along because I took long walks and was generally health conscious about food. She’s into kale smoothies, though, and intermittent fasting, and all that. So of necessity, I am too.

Owned – Chapter Four – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Drugs, FFfM, BDSM, Long

Chapter 4 *- Call Me Abby*

The first time I met Melanie in person was on my back tied to my bed.

Frank Jr. was in my bedroom that morning doing FaceTime with her on the iPad when I came out of the shower in my bathrobe and a towel around my wet hair, telling her to come over and meet his mom. I was confused, both that he had a girl, and because up til then he had been treating this day like one of *those* days: I take some kind of pill he gives me, shower, then surrender utterly to whatever he wants to do to me for as long as he wants to do it. Plus, the restraints and flog were already laid out on my bed.

I never knew for sure which trip I was taking because he never told me. He only made me take the drugs once or twice a week, and never the same one twice because he didn’t want me to develop a tolerance to anything. But after performing my ablutions that morning, I was starting to feel the warm melty edges that made me think it was probably the X, which isn’t as extreme as some of the others.

Owned – Chapter Three – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Drugs and Alcohol, FFM, BDSM, Long

Chapter 3 – *X off my Ex*

I met Frank when he was buying X off my ex. Me and Gino had been doing the off and on for about two years, but it was obvious we weren’t going anywhere. Probably the main reason we were still together at that point was because I disliked working more than I disliked fucking him. That’s not fair. He was funny and usually even tempered so I mostly enjoyed his company, but whatever it was we had ended the day Frank Geddis walked into Gino’s apartment looking to score, all big dick energy and youthful swagger.

You could tell right off that he didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground, but in spite of that he seemed sharp for a boy his age. Quick and articulate, which you don’t see a lot of in these parts. Only, I wasn’t interested in his mind just then. You ever meet someone and right away just know that this person matters in your life? I swear if I had had a tail, it woulda been waggin.

Owned – Chapter Two – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Alcohol, FFM, BDSM, Long

Chapter 2 – *Against Medical Advice*

I’ll be the first to admit that I have issues. You would too if you grew up like I did. My parents didn’t hit me more than was normal or anything like that, they just let things happen to me that shouldn’t have. Let’s just say that if your kid ends up in a juvenile mental hospital that is actually a work camp run by pedophiles, then you aren’t doing it right.

Am I angry about it? I guess. I’m probably what you would call a volatile personality. But hey, I have fun when I can.

My dad died while I was away at the juvie/bunny ranch, so I never got to thank him personally for having me kidnapped, jailed, worked like a dog, and abused by the staff. It wasn’t even court ordered. He was just sick of my attitude.

To be fair, I was more than handful as a kid, so maybe I deserved something, but no kid deserves to spend his teen years like I did. Imagine your parents just declaring to the world that their child don’t belong in it. Let me tell you, it leaves a mark.