Spoiled Princess into Little Green Fucktoy Part Three! (Fantasy, Shortstacks, NonCon, Exhibitionism, Monstercock, Cumflation)

(Quick note to my readers. My Immature Bull story got me banned for a couple days. I will no longer be posting similar stories on reddit. That said, I have the prologue and the first chapter of the series on my Archive of our Own page! Please check my profile stickies for information. And anyone looking for the first two parts of this story can also find them on my profiles stickied posts.)

Charlotte had managed to get a little rest after her last ordeal, passed out in a puddle of canine cum. It had of course ended when the Cobbler had gotten annoyed with her and gave her the heave ho followed by a bucket of water. Thankfully her smaller form didn’t actually need as much sleep, goblins were known for being active at all hours of the day, sleeping in small spurts to become fully refreshed. Also it never occurred to her that she wasn’t hungry in the least, not after that first blast form Rex down her wide lipped mouth. As disgusted as it had been at the time, the Cobbler forcing her head down to swallow nearly every drop had given more than enough for her small but robust metabolism to just keep chugging along! Goblins really are just amazing creatures…

[M]e and my ex [f]iance spent years together putting on an act of innocence, while lying about our age difference and that we were living together, fucking like rabbits the entire time.

Edited for quality and repetitiveness.

 

My fiance and I broke up about 2 years ago, and although I’m much happier now that we’re split I think constantly about our sex life. In that respect, we were basically a perfect match.

 

A large component of our relationship was her love of my writing and her wild imagination. It was never a surprise to me how much I ended up enjoying reading similar stories online after she and I broke up, it’s very reminiscent of the dynamic we shared. Maybe I can get some catharsis or just some base enjoyment talking about it now.

 

I’ll do my best to make sure that everything I choose to write is as accurate and as close to the real events as possible. I fully admit that I’m going to gloss over some of the more mundane details and nuances of our relationship. I’m not looking to dissect our dysfunctions. I just want to reminisce about the years we shared.

 

To most people we were this very innocent, very polite, picturesque white picket fence couple. Nobody really had a clue what we were really like behind closed doors. Certainly none of our family members had any idea that we were even living together.

[M]e and my ex [f]iance spent years together putting on an act of innocence, while lying about our age difference and that we were living together, fucking like rabbits the entire time.

Edited for quality and repetitiveness.

 

My fiance and I broke up about 2 years ago, and although I’m much happier now that we’re split I think constantly about our sex life. In that respect, we were basically a perfect match.

 

A large component of our relationship was her love of my writing and her wild imagination. It was never a surprise to me how much I ended up enjoying reading similar stories online after she and I broke up, it’s very reminiscent of the dynamic we shared. Maybe I can get some catharsis or just some base enjoyment talking about it now.

 

I’ll do my best to make sure that everything I choose to write is as accurate and as close to the real events as possible. I fully admit that I’m going to gloss over some of the more mundane details and nuances of our relationship. I’m not looking to dissect our dysfunctions. I just want to reminisce about the years we shared.

 

To most people we were this very innocent, very polite, picturesque white picket fence couple. Nobody really had a clue what we were really like behind closed doors. Certainly none of our family members had any idea that we were even living together.

She grabbed his balls and squeezed, hard. “Sit the fuck down and behave yourself.” [mF] [milf] [seduction] [oral] [fuckin’]

Ian’s gaze kept flicking back to her tight white sundress, and the swell of her tits tightly wrapped inside it. Had they always been that big? How had he missed that? She laughed at some joke, her short brunette hair swirling around her tan features, and, for a brief second, through the crowd, across the yard, her and Ian made eye contact.

Ian’s parents were hosting the annual neighborhood block party. It was an excuse to show off their recently-remodeled backyard, with its built-in barbecue and bar, new brickwork, fancy terraced landscaping, gazebo, and everything. The yard was packed with all the families of the neighborhood having a good time, oohing and aahing appreciatively over the detail and craftsmanship, display appropriate levels of jealousy. And so, Ian was bored. All the other kids were much younger than him, doing kid things. And Ian’s patience for talking to adults had been dried up after the first eight times he’d been asked how school was going and what were his college intentions. His plan was to sneak away to his room upstairs as soon as his parents were distracted.

But that plan had been forgotten when he saw Amy Braley and her tight white sundress.

The Guidance Counselor [Age Gap, M/F]

Jonathan Gilchrist sat at his desk, his head in his hands as he grumbled quietly to himself.

He was a trained psychiatrist! He had attended one of the best schools in the country and had a list of professional credentials a mile long! Right now, he was supposed to be sitting in some oak paneled corner office with a great view while dressed in a corduroy jacket with patches on the elbows, listening to the rich and famous whine about how unhappy their childhood had been!

How had he then ended up as a high school guidance counselor?! Why was he sitting here trying to shepherd spoiled, snotty children through their ridiculous teenage dramas?

Damn economy . . .

As far as he could see, the only saving grace to all of this was that he got to spend so much time around a veritable army of drop dead sexy girls, each and every one of them in the prime of life and armed with perfect young bodies. Even this was bittersweet though – not merely because he certainly wasn’t allowed to touch any of these girls, but also because he had to sit here and listen to them talk about how their lives had been ruined because their mothers wouldn’t buy them the right color of nail polish.

Forbidden coworker hookup. [MF] [cheating] [oral] [str8]

It was my first year of teaching. Ever. I’m a high school English teacher. At 23 years old I never imagined myself being a “respectable adult” and a “role model” to teens because I’m everything but. The first semester was quiet. I met all of my colleagues and got along well with everyone. One of my colleagues caught my eye from day one, though.

Keith(32M). Tall, olive skinned, dark haired, muscular Greek god. I have a boyfriend, but there’s something about Keith that drives me absolutely crazy. It could be the fact that he’s married and gorgeous, his gold wedding ring on his ring finger makes my mind go to dark places.

I’ve always been pretty average looking, long brown hair, brown eyes and a decent body. Not too bad. Cute even. In the beginning of the second semester I cut my hair short and dyed it platinum blonde. Everywhere I went I got looks from men and it felt goooood.

Everything between Keith and I changed when I came to school with my new look. We started chatting and hanging out.

My tattoo artist boyfriend fucks a vanilla 22yo client in his tattoo parlor [female cuckold] [oral] [anal]

My boyfriend is a tattoo artist. My favorite thing is when he fucks me while tattooing me. This story is about him fucking someone else in his shop. I hope you enjoy!

Forgive any formatting errors. One handed typing is hard!

The 22 year comes in alone for her first tattoo. Her friend, Tiffany, was supposed to go with her, but
she bailed at the last minute. The girl said fuck it and decided to go by herself. You talk about
the tattoo and she shows you where she wants it. Blushing. The space is on the inside of her
left inner thigh, and she wants a dragonfly. You talk price and size and set the details.

She gets up on the table. She’s worn a skirt so she spreads her legs and lifts her skirt. You can
clearly see her pink panties. You remember stroking my pussy on that very table and you are
instantly aroused.
You try to maintain decorum and professionally apply the drawing to her thigh. You use your left
hand to stretch her skin back, trying as best you can not to brush up against her pussy. She
gasps the first time that you accidentally brush the back of your hand against her soft, bald
pussy. You apologize and continue to try to do your job as professionally as possible.

Trigger Me [mf]

Have you ever sat and wondered what your future
would be like five years, ten years or even twenty
years down the road? I have many times and always
dreamed that I would become successful and rich. Yet
my background doesn’t tell the same story. My name is
Adam and I’m just a normal guy in his twenties with
an obsession with video games.
When I mean obsession, I mean all types! Computer
games, console games and even old arcade games.
People say my biggest flaw Is that I don’t know how to
lose. Once I got so mad about losing at a game, that I
ended up putting my best friend in the hospital and
losing my only girlfriend at the same time. She told me
she was leaving me because I had a big ego but I truly
believe she was actually sleeping with my best friend
at the time. That’s why I can never trust women
nowadays.
I never had someone to teach me how to be a man
or how to even talk to women. You see when I was
little, I would say about four years old my parents died
in a freak car accident. I was sent to multiple halfway
houses until my best friend’s mom let me start staying
with them at thirteen. I ended up moving out at the age
of sixteen and getting my own place. I dropped out of
high school, but I’m not your typical drop out. I
surround myself with reading and learning more
about politics and financial endeavors. Yet I struggle to
keep a lame job as a delivery boy for a local furniture
company. I must say the perks of moving heavy ass
furniture gives me a very nice body. My only sense of
relief and happiness is spending my spare time playing
video games. Whether it’s at home playing a couple
consoles; shooting games on the computer, or
spending my late nights at the arcade playing pac-man.
Now that I think of it, I’m super late! There’s a racing
tournament going down at the local arcade and ten
people have pitched in money to see who wins first
place. The prize is one thousand dollars and I cant
afford to miss out on that. The reason being is that
there’s a new Virtual Reality game coming out called
“Nectar” that
physically puts yourself into the game and I want to
buy it with some money I have saved up. Not many
people know of this game because it’s sold on the black
market. Society has banned it because the FDA and
government hasn’t approved it for human use. The
game has been known to kill people and drive others
insane. Yet foolishly I thirst for the chance to try it out!
Enough talk, it’s time I get in my beat up car and drive
over to the arcade. As I open the car door and get in, I
start the engine up and what do I see?…. The gas tank
is on empty!
Fuck! How will I get there in time, I only have ten
minutes and walking isn’t an option. I slam my car
door in frustration as I hear a quiet snicker behind me.
As I turn around and rudely say “The fuck are you
laughing at?” A young woman with pale skin and long
blonde hair quietly stands In front of me in disbelief.
Shocked and apologetic I walk closer to her and begin
to apologize for my nasty choice of words. I cant help
but to stare at her. She has a huge ass and she’s
wearing really tight Jeans and a pink top. I ask her
what her name is and she quietly says Unice. After a
couple seconds of chatter I look in her hands and see
that she has car keys. Before I could think I tell her if
she could take me to the arcade which isn’t too far
away. Without a thought in her mind she accepts so
submissively. She actually says that she was on her
way to the arcade herself. She spends her leisure time
learning about video games and isn’t too much into
anything else. I tell her we can play a couple of games
after the tournament is over. Once I get there I’m just
in time for the first match. I breeze through the
competition with ease, the last match is up and I’ve
never been able to beat this guy. He’s super loud and
cocky when it comes to all the games at the arcade. I
can beat him in everything but this stupid damn racing
game! His name is Arnold and we went to the same
high school before I dropped out. “Hey dumb ass, are
you ready to lose?”, says Arnold. People are watching
and I look up in frustration with my face turning red.
The match begins and we are on the go! Both of us are
neck in neck with one another and it comes down to
the last stretch. Arnold looks over at me for a split
second as sweat is beating off of me. He slips his hand
off of the gear shifter and bumps into my steering
wheel and ends up winning the damn race! “Did you
guys see that”!?! I yell at the judges and everyone
claims not to see a thing. A woman in a black dress
walks up to hand over the prize money to Arnold and
glances my way awkwardly. She has green eyes and as
she walks away, a small smirk is on her face. After the
match is over I walk over and I see Unice playing
pac-man. She’s not doing well, so I walk over and try to
help. As she’s playing the faster level she begins to lose.
I position myself behind her, “Here’s a trick, you have
to be very elusive and slick with the joystick”, says
Adam. As I’m hovering behind her I can feel my bulge
in my pants getting bigger… She notices and says she
has to go home and walks off. I can’t help to wonder if
I overstepped my boundary with her or would she see
it as just an accident. I decide it’s time to go home and
prepare for the next work day.
The next day I head into work and my boss tells me
I’m
on a personal delivery. It’s a heavy ass recliner and the
person has requested for only one man to do the job.
I’m given an address and only an hour to complete it.
As I drive over to the customers home, I can’t help but
to stare in awe. It’s a gated mansion with statues of a
Tiger and Lion at the front gates. I proceed forward
into the main entrance, ring the door bell and a
woman in her mid forties answers. She’s well built for
someone her age and her skin is flawless. Her waist is
shaped like an hourglass and she’s wearing a black
gown. I can’t help but to think that I’ve seen her before.
She invites me in and tells me the recliner will be
placed inside the master bedroom. As I enter the room
and set up her recliner I can’t help but to notice that
she has the console I’ve been dying to purchase! “I can
see you staring at my console “Nectar” Adam”, says
Niya. As I place the final touches on the recliner I
slowly begin to turn around and face the woman
saying, “Aren’t you the woman at the arcade handing
the prize money over”? Niya is standing next to the
foot of her bed, slowly unveiling her gown. Her breast
are perky and the hourglass frame is true to it’s ever
last inch of skin. Her abdomen has strange markings, a
tattoo of sorts shaped like a circular satanic calendar.

[M]y [F]iance, “Bunny”, and I fucked like rabbits for years before we broke up.

EDIT: An additional detail I didn’t mention before that sticks out to me is how to the outside world, we were this very innocent, very polite, picturesque White fence couple. Nobody really had a clue what we were really like behind closed doors unless they were very very close friends, and certainly none of our family members had any idea that we were even living together.

 

I’ve been lurking this sub and enjoying the stories for a long time now. I’ve gone back and forth time and again on deciding whether or not I was going to share any of my stories.

 

My fiance and I broke up about 2 years ago, and although I’m much happier now that we’re split I think constantly about our sex life. In that respect, we were basically a perfect match. Maybe I can get some catharsis or just some base enjoyment talking about it now.

 

When we first started dating and could not keep our hands off each other, we were in bed fooling around and I told her that people misunderstand the phrase “fuck like rabbits.” Obviously rabbits reproduce very quickly and numerously but people don’t fluently understand why.

First long term relationship ended with the best orgasm of my life [MF]

This is my first attempt at ever writing anything like this so I appreciate any feedback!

Back at the beginning of my college years, I started dating a girl I knew from high school, let’s call her Brittany. We were teammates in some co-ed sports in high school so we knew each other pretty well, but we didn’t start dating until after high school.

This was my first serious relationship I had. As such, it was the first girl, outside of a random one time handjob a few years before and some kisses in middle school, that I ever did anything physically with.

Hence on our first date, we made out in the back seat of my car (a common place for our adventures as 18-19 year olds) and I was so sloppy that I remember having to wipe off saline at different points. Sexy I know.

We eventually progressed to activities with our clothes off, with a couple months in our relationship me eating her out (and tearing a hole in her underwear while doing so lol), me getting my first blowjob shortly after, until the end of our freshman years where we went on a trip together for the first time where we lost our virginities to each other.