The Vixen’s Party [MFFF] [Rough] [Con NonCon] [Incest] [Objectification]

**DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT THE WAY I BEHAVE IN THIS STORY, IT IS A PERSONIFICATION OF THE OBJECTIFICATION KINK I HAVE. NATURALLY I AM A NURTURING DOM/PLAYFULL SUB. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.**

I have no idea **HOW** I got here, living in the wet dream of any sane man to ever walk the earth, but here I am wide awake. Believe me I have the bruise from the pinch I used to prove it. You’re probably wondering what on earth I’m talking about, I must sound like the ramble from the mouth of a madman. Well to clue you in I have to start at the beginning, and it may not be a place your comfortable with.

I am a 22 year old, hot blooded, American male like anyone else walking down the street. I lust after any girl remotely salivating. When people ask me what my type is I reply simply “alive”. I don’t mean that in the “all girls are special” way, I mean that in the “well shes still breathing so that means shes still got a hot, tight, hole or two that I can use” way… See what I mean uncomfortable… well buckle up we’ve still got a ways to go.

Tonight’s Theme Party: Vicars and Tarts [FF]

Theme parties at the Miami Key Club are always fun affairs. Roman orgy toga parties and key parties are fan favorites, but tonight we are partaking in a time honored costume party from England; a vicars and tarts party, where men dress like priests and women dress like slutty streetwalkers. It’s my first time hosting at this swinger’s club theme party and I want to make sure everything is perfect.

The sexy nun costume which came by mail was shorter than I expected. My ass cheeks peeked from beneath the short black, white-collared mini dress. Oh well, I’m committed. I put on the matching habit, tucking my long brown hair underneath before putting on my reading glasses and applying some deep red lipstick to my lips. Thigh high fishnet stockings glided up my legs, which I secured to hanging black garters, before sliding my feet into my ridiculously high heeled black leather pumps. I stood to look at myself in the mirror, turning to look over my shoulder to see the bottom of my ass cheeks striped with black garters. With a smirk on my face, and a wooden ruler in my hand, I left for the party.

The Vegas trip that changed my life(Long)

I want to give a decent backstory on what eventually is a pretty funny and amazing experience. This happened about 7 years ago when I was roughly 23 years old and at this point in my life I never had a girlfriend and was dead set against having a relationship. I had had sex with 5-6 girls at this point but it was terrible sex, mostly because I was inexperienced since they were all one-time hook ups. I was mostly against relationships because I had confidence and intimacy issues that stemmed from being abused as a child. The intimacy issues were a lot harder to get over and took some serious understanding but the confidence issues almost disappeared after this one crazy and hilarious experience.

So at this point of my life I had dropped out of college to pursue my passion that was poker and I became a full-time professional. I had gone to Vegas many times to play poker but rarely went out and experienced the party scene. Mostly because I would be there without friends and going out alone wasn’t appealing back then. I was visiting one of my closest friends, Stanley, and we drunkenly purchased flights to Vegas for the next weekend. Because of my previous gambling they comped us a free hotel room that would normally cost $800/night.

Prison Rape -Chapter 1

James had never imagined he would end up in prison. He had been in his last year of university, just trying to make a little extra money on the side. Make a dent in his mounting student loan debt. Selling coke to dumb frat kids in clubs for his druggie friend. He never thought he would get caught. Yet now here he was, stuck in this bleak, stone building with a bunch of violent criminals for the next couple of years.

James had been in prison for about almost a week now. At first he had been terrified about getting stabbed or beaten to death by some thug for looking at him the wrong way. At 5’9, skinny and white James didn’t think he’d be much good in a fight. Even at 23 he had a young face with dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He looked boyish and afraid. But he’d found if he kept to himself and didn’t interact with anyone in the prison gangs then he could go about his day unmolested. He’d even struck up some friendly conversations with one or two of the more non-violent inmates.

My friend found me masturbating while I was drunk [MF]

Me and 5 of my close friends for the past half decade or so decided to camp out (yes, camp with actual tents and shit) at my friend Gina’s backyard one day. Of those five friends, there were four girls (Gina, Dani, Kat, and May) and one guy (John, who was Kat’s bf). We had three tents set up in Gina’s backyard, two of them were decent tents while one of them was a piece of shit tent that was haphazardly put up because it was in such bad condition that we just used it to keep all our stuff in.

The two good tents were facing each other while the shit tent was off to the side. We decided to just huddle around in one tent and drink until the sober ones couldn’t keep up with the drunk ones. We started drinking at around 12:30AM and by 3AM, me, Kat, Gina, and Dani were drunk so John and May had to make sure we didn’t break anything or kill ourselves. Obviously, the best course of action was to calm us down enough to make us fall asleep and we’ll all deal with hangover in the morning.

[group/gangbang] Last weekend, I spent about 24 hours as blinded human fuck furniture (warning: very hardcore but real) x-post r/sluttyconfessions

For a long time, I have had a fantasy of being permanently blinded and disfigured to be used as a sexual object. Obviously, I don’t want to actually do this (I like my life as it is very much!), but I finally got to do something that really scratched that itch.
Through friends of friends from my BDSM community, I arranged a 24 hour experience. It started in my house last Saturday morning as I put on blacked out swim goggles and then a bandana blindfold over that. It was very effective; I couldn’t see anything at all. I left my key under my mat, and allowed myself to be silently led out of the back door and driven away. The people picking me up were people I tangentially knew, but the understanding was that everyone I interacted with after this point would be a total stranger.
I was in the car for what felt like about half an hour. Then I was led into a building and handed off to another person with a much stronger grip. I was stripped of my clothes and taken to some soft surface. It felt like maybe a futon mattress on the ground? The person picked up my legs and suspended them (without the rest of my body being lifted up) in some kind of rope contraption– I was scared, but I also knew that everyone involved was vetted and experienced in BDSM and knew their way around a rope. I was given a safeword and instructed that I could piss right there when I had to, and that no more words would be spoken to me. From then on, I would be considered a piece of fuck furniture. This turned me on so much I felt like I was going to come without even being touched.
It felt like three hours went by in silence. I felt alone in the room, but I knew (again because of safe BDSM practices) that I was being watched. I pissed a couple of times during this waiting period. Then, guests started to arrive. They engaged in the typical chit-chat of any old party, but before long, hands were on me, grabbing at my tits and pinching my nipples. They waited a while to touch my pussy, but when I started to piss one more time, someone put their face right over it while flicking my clit with their tongue. It felt like a woman’s face and tongue (smooth and not very forceful), but I could be wrong. This was the catalyzing event for the rest of the fucking. Starting at that point, there was almost always at least one person engaged with me physically. I was fucked in all three holes by men. I tried to keep count, but I eventually let go and wanted to just be lost in the moment of it. My fingers were used to stimulate women, often with a man’s hand controlling mine. Condoms were used in my pussy and ass (not in my mouth), but guys came all over me. I’m sure I took at least 10-15 loads all over my face, tits, and stomach. I was pissed on several times.
I heard people slowly leave and say goodbye. One of the hottest elements of it to me was that no one ever acknowledged or talked about me, nor was any of the party conversation sexual. This made me feel so used and not like a human being, and I loved it. After the last guests left, there was another period that felt like several hours where nothing happened. Very embarrassingly, I had to take a shit during this time. I thought about calling out my safeword, since this wasn’t part of my initial fantasy, but I decided to just go for it so that I could finish out my whole experience without ever breaking “character” or suspending the fantasy of being rendered inhuman. I allowed myself to excrete, completely humiliated by the idea that someone was almost definitely watching me.
Eventually, I was unchained and picked up. I was put in what felt like the backseat of a car, still naked, and a blanket was thrown over me. After the drive, I was carried directly to my bathtub. Once I heard the screen door close downstairs, I took my blindfold off. Inspecting my body, I was covered in dried cum and was very (happily) sore. I had some dried shit on my leg, which gain, was purely humiliating and not hot– no hate to people who are into scat but it is so not for me. I showered and went and got my phone, seeing it was 11:00 AM.
I am definitely going to do more things like this. It will also be unbelievably hot to be at events in the BDSM scene here and know that there might be people there who know they have fucked me, but I don’t know it. Hope you enjoyed reading about my insane experience! This was very cathartic for me to do, as it was the first time I was able to really simulate IRL something I have fantasized about for so long. Don’t worry, the guy who set this all up for me is being thanked. I am his to use orally at a moment’s notice for the next three months, barring obvious stuff like work. He’s already used my mouth twice since the scene :)

The BBB: The Booze, The Balcony, and The Butt

I’ve never been a hookup kind of guy. I’ve always been the serial monogomist to a fault. It was late junior year in college and I hadn’t even kissed a girl outside of a relationship (yeah, that’s the kind of lame shit that’ll win you Never Have I Ever in a hurry) let alone gone any further. Don’t get me wrong, I had plenty of experience and prided myself on every ex girlfriend raving about my abilities with my hands and tongue, I just hadn’t taken my abilities out on the free agent market per say.

It was the Friday before spring break was to begin and a bunch of fellow architecture nerds had stuck around for a Friday booze purge where everyone brought their leftover alcohol to get rid of before break. You wouldn’t think college students would leave a lot of alcohol sitting around for an extended period of time, but architecture students have a way of getting stuck in their studio space all weekend and therefore ending up with an excessive amount of booze wasting away in their fridges from wishful weekends gone by.

Post Wine Tour Threesome [MFF]

So this past weekend, something amazing happened and I’m just now getting a chance to write about it (thanks work!). With the 3 day weekend, a bunch of the Moms/Ladies in our neighborhood got together to organize a Wine Tour for the day on Sunday, knowing that they’d have Monday to recover. I had a bunch of things to do around the house and encouraged my wife, Kayla to go and make some friends, and I also got in touch with my parents to take the kids overnight so I could actually get some work done.

At about 10 am, the ladies all boarded the bus at the ringleader’s house about 1/2 mile away. It was super hot out, so most of the ladies had on casual clothes and even a couple had on like shorts and bikini tops so they could get some sun on the patios at the wineries on the trip. My wife wore a bikini top with a tanktop over it and a short skirt that she looked damn good in. I packed up the kids and dropped them off at my parents house and set about getting my projects done for the day. At about 8pm, I hadn’t heard from my wife and so I texted her a message asking where they were at.

A low battery, a fast decision, another quick convention meet (F/M)

It was convention weekend for me again this weekend just gone, and as much as I’d been looking forward to it my enthusiasm had been dimmed a little – in the weeks and months leading up to the event I’d been talking to a couple of people (both girls) who wanted to meet me during the event, but both of them had backed out at the last minute, leaving me feeling a little annoyed.

Still, once I arrived on Friday I soon forgot all about that, and spent the day hanging out with a group of friends – having a good time with them at the show, then going out and drinking rather a lot before returning to my hotel and collapsing in bed, only to find myself waking up early again the next morning.

For Saturday’s cosplay I had an all-new outfit – Rise from Persona 4’s winter uniform, consisting of a long-sleeved black blouse, patterned short skirt and thigh-high stockings. It’s not the most revealing outfit I’ve ever worn by any means, but there was something about it that left me feeling pleasantly sexy – I got plenty of complements about it, and could feel plenty of gazes on the small areas of skin that showed between the skirt and stockings.

Don’t Do Anything. Watch Me Touch. [MF]

**Solo Mission**

Hayato looked up when Max Wells suddenly spouted an inventive string of impressive curses, punctuated by the clicking clack of her fingers on the keyboard. She typed in a flurry of commands, staring at her computer screen with a fury that would terrify most people.

But not him. The first time he’d seen her, Max’s face had been set in those determined, aggressive lines, and he’d fallen for her. Hard. And never looked back.

So he just smiled and sat back on their new leather couch, only half-heartedly skimming the business law contract in his hands. They’d finally unpacked everything in their new condo that, while still strange—neither of them historically sharing their space well with others—was starting to feel like home.

“Really, Richards?” he heard Max say snarkily at her screen before she reached back to tighten the hold she had her wild, fiery, red hair in. She stretched her fingers then began to type heatedly. “You’re going to bed now? We’re so close to finding the treasure.”

The lawyer turned and looked at the clock on their wall.

1:30am.