The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 5, Part 2b – Roberta [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation][Uncomfortable territory][Non-con][Les][Spanking][BDSM][Plot heavy]

*Continuing from 2a*

“Thompson?” I asked. “The warden has a concussion, doesn´t she?”

Johansson was of a different opinion. “She told me very quietly that Thompson and one man escaped the detainment station, and Prefect Green demands some heads. Thompson´s being the most wanted one. He didn´t order that warden to be decapitated, although once he will be told she let her stay at large…”

“What do you want us to make of this information?” I inquired.

Johansson dipped his head to the chalice of fingers.

“By this day you should have a good grasp of who is a responsible one and who is a stupid scandalmonger. Trust those who are worth it. People of quality will be watching out and will do everything in their power to dignify her, to vindicate her ideally.”

Kane checked on the graphic model she constructed for her holoshow. Was she escaping to fiction, confused from reality?

“Why do you sympathize with her? Did your grandfather kill a feminist?”

Johansson answered her with sarcastic laughter.

Spilling The Tea with Eliza and Tiffany

Eliza and Tiffany chill on Eliza’s sofa chatting about their relationship.
“It’s been so long since I had a good dick in me. Don’t get me wrong, I had different partners, but not single one knows how to use their joystick.” Tiffany kicked her feet on Eliza’s coffee table. Eliza sips her tea with a stoic look in her eyes, and clears her throat.

“Feet. Off.” Eliza said like she was talking to one of her own children.

“Liz, you use to be running the streets too. You were a little demon back in school. And know, you’re a modern Mary Poppins.” Tiffany looks over at Eliza’s family portrait on the wall. “You have a hardworking, providing husband, two sons who would be adorable, if they weren’t like they were on a caffeine blitz every hour, and a daughter who is a splitting image of you. Meek, quiet, but definitely not two faced.”

Eliza raises her eyebrow. “Those days are long gone and put behind me. The days I was with Eric, and got pregnant with the boys was the day I had to change. At the time I was pregnant, I didn’t even know he was going to be the father. When I found out I was pregnant there’s two others that could have been the father at the time.”

My handman friend and me [FM]

This is my first story, it happened yesterday. It is a bit of a cliché so I can honestly say I’m a bit embarrassed about it. Hopefully it’s not too hard to read.

I’m 33 (Female if that needs to be said) and single, I live alone in my own house. I have an older friend (51M) that I used to work with who sometimes comes by to help me with small projects around the house that I struggle to complete on my own. He’s a good looking man, divorced with two kids in high school, and I’ve always considered him as a bit of a mentor and good friend.

Yesterday I wanted to finish up some tilework in my kitchen and he offered to come over and help. We did the job and were chatting over a beer, mostly about people we used to work with, etc. I told him about a bit of a rough thing I was dealing with at my new job, and he grabbed my hand and told me I’d be strong and get through it.

I got to be fucked by my professor [MF]

(Obviously names have been changed for privacy purposes)

It was my first semester of college when I walked into my English lecture class, completely awe struck by the size of the hall. There were so many rows of desks, I had no idea where to sit. The professor was no where to be seen, but you could see his podium at the front of the room already set up with a few notes books and such.

After shyly walking around to find a desk I could sit at for the remainder of the fall, I settled on one a few rows back from the front towards the middle. I was always interested in English class in high school, so I figured it would be even better in college. I placed my notebooks down on the desk before taking a seat, straightening out my skirt as I did. The clock on the wall ticked closer to the start of class and the hall started to settle down.

Seeing my daughter naked at home led to so much more

If there is one thing a teenage girl never wants to happen is for her dad to catch her naked somehow. I found that out the hard way. Tracey obviously thought she was home by herself. She had no idea that I was down in my basement office catching up on some lost work. I needed a break and headed upstairs to the kitchen to grab a drink and a lite snack before dinner. When I entered, there was my daughter Tracey, totally naked, closing the refrigerator door. I was in shock and did nothing but stare. Tracey, however, was in more shock than I was as she froze into place and dropped the full pitcher of iced tea on the floor. There she just stood, her bare feet mixing with the puddle of tea.

Surprising each other was the reason I could do nothing but stare. I know she was more surprised than I was though. Once she realized what had actually happened, Tracey went running to her room. And what kind of dad was I to just stand there watching her nakedness run out of the room? A curious one I realized.

I hooked up with a high schooler (who was my age) [MF]

Well this is awkward. It really took me a long time to name this story. This is also more comical than sexy.

He was- so weirdly- some of the best head of my life. I think I’ll always have a tiny crush on him.

I usually don’t name people in my stories but it got confusing so I’m calling high schooler “Sam.”

Technically Sam was six months younger than me, but I believe we were both 19 when we met. However he was a senior in high school and I was a junior in college. I skipped a grade once and he had been held back… A couple of times.

One weekend I had nothing to do and my good guy friend (who I’m going to call “Dave”) was like, “Come see my brother play football. He’s really good.”

“Like your high school brother? We’re going to your hometown to see him play?”

“Yeah! I’m telling you it’s fun to watch and he’s so cool to hang with.”

“I don’t want to go hang out with high schoolers,” I laughed.

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 1 – Home Invasion (Part 1/2)

New strain of COVID, I’m now a disgusting perverted vampire. I sniff and creep around my former milf boss’s house, then rape, kill, and feed on her.

DISCLAIMERS

Please read!

This is very dark HORROR. It includes absolute non-mutual non-con / rape!

These disclaimers are to help you know if my story is for you or not. I don’t want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if any of this doesn’t sound like your kind of thing!

The POINT of my writing is to combine VIOLENCE, HORROR, and EXTREME TABOO themes, trying to creep myself out as I write. This whole story is told through the eyes of a VILLAIN. If you do not enjoy very dark themes, this is not for you!

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are 18+. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISH WARNINGS

-Death / Blood / Murder (SORT OF SNUFF, but with a twist. I mean it’s a vampire, I’m going for it, but I keep it minimal)

-Creeping around (lots of this, sorry if it’s boring)

David, Mira and I take our threesome upstairs Part 4 [Str8] [MmF] [mF] [oral] [sex]

This is a true story. I changed the names of all and many details to further disguise the identities of those in this story. The dialogues are to the best of my memory. It happened in 1980 so I hope you will cut me some slack.

How we got to this point are described in the three post links below.

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/rzez9p/mira_and_i_meet_david_part_1_str8_mf_oral_sex/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/s63loe/david_and_mira_get_close_part_2_str8_mf_mf/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/s9314m/david_mira_and_i_have_a_threesome_downstairs_part/)

This is a long one. Sorry, but again I think these happenings are best served up in a single post.

The sexy part starts at the —— line.

To recap: My girlfriend Mira and I had met a young man named David at a St. Patrick’s Day party; Mira was smitten with him. She had felt his young hard cock against her while they danced. She had told me she wanted him to fuck her as he reminded her of a young man she once knew. Now, two months later, Mira, David and I are in his parents home alone.

The players in this story:

My girlfriend Mira: 32 years old, 6′ tall, 145 lbs, blue eyes, short honey blond hair cut very fashionably. She had an athletic build with wide shoulders, gorgeous legs and a tight ass. She had perky medium sized boobs.

Ringing[F] in the New Year with a bang[M]

Sorry this has taken a while, things have been busy, had to put some things on the backburner, and keeping you degenerates up to date on things unfortunately was one of them, but that doesn’t I haven’t been busy. There has been a development or 2, but I’d hate to ruin any surprises for you guys…

So, being professionals who are relatively new at our respective places of business, both Drew and I have made a point to show up at our companies parties/gatherings. We go to each other’s when possible, but, in the case of New Years, both our places had something going on, so we decided to each go to our parties on our own. Little did Drew know that I planned on this, and was going to ring in the New Year on my back.

Last at the bar [MF] [stoned] [drunk] [consensual] [spanking]

Tags: stoned / 420 / cannabis / tipsy / drunk / bar sex / consensual / cum eating / spanking / sex with strangers / scrooge mcduck reference?

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Writer’s notes: I keep iterating this! The last advice I had was to convert to third person, which is good advice, but as this hits a few personal kinks, I guess I just haven’t had the heart! Probably could be shorter but I’m a nerd for slow builds. Thanks for reading. Comments/critique very welcome.

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We’re both at a show. It’s loud, loud like I’m-going-to-be-regretting-it-tomorrow loud. The band is…meh? They’re fine. They’re from Wisconsin. They’re loud. They’re whatever.

By now most of the people who came to the show either left, are still in the crowd but clearly regretting it, or they, like us, went straight to the bar at some point in the last hour. You and I have been eyeing each other for that last hour. Slowly our friend groups dwindled away, and it’s pretty much us at the bar.