Once she said this, it only added fuel to the fire. It was precisely because of the fact that her family might hear made this scene so hot. She couldn’t find strength to resist him. Her soul was trying, but body was weak. She hoped her pleading would work. Unfortunately, Jamie didn’t stop at all. He warped his left arm around her neck, and his right hand reached down to pull down his pant.
She could feel his hard shaft pressing on her bruised heinie. The cock was already out! “Jamie!” her voice was far from being as assertive as she knew it needed to be to stop him on his track. Right now there was a puddle on the spot right below her pussy. Mom would know if she did not change the sheet herself before tomorrow morning.
Hannah wanted to be taken, but she wanted to at least put up a fight with whatever willpower she had left. She squirmed and kicked her feet, but kept the noises down to not alert her family.
He entered her! The narrow back string in between her butt cheeks were shoved aside, making way for the cock. He started thrusting in and out of her vaginal opening. The motions gave her pleasures, but her bruised “sit spot” from the whipping was hurting like hell as his abs and hips pressed against her bottom, grinding her, while shifting his body horizontally back and forth along her back, breathing heavily onto the her ears.
Hannah let out a few moans. Right after she made her first noise, he covered her mouth with his right hand to muffle her. It was as if she was sweetly tortured inside the belly of a giant snake. The mixture of sweat and tears, pain and pleasure, overwhelmed her senses. He was fucking her brain out.
She wanted this to last for a very long time, but suddenly she felt his cock pulsating, and the motion slowed down, from rapidly shoving in and out, to more deliberated thrusts. He grunted each time he delivered a big push, which made Hannah feel like an animal even more, knowing she had been fucked like it was for breeding, not for her pleasure. Finally he came inside her. He abruptly stopped all motion, and collapsed on her sweat soaked body. It was over just as quickly as he started it. Jamie sat up, and pulled his jeans back on. She knew he wouldn’t give her anything more than a quickie, not with her parents in the house, but she still found it deeply satisfying on a mental level. Knowing that Jamie had used her body purely for his own enjoyment made her feel dirty.
“Hannah, we need to talk. Get dressed we are leaving”, he said as a matter-of-factly. Having got spanked and manhandled within only a few hours, she was as docile as can be. Immediately she got up and put on some clothes. As they got out of the house, Nora was at the kitchen when they passed by. Josh was writing in the basement. The house was quiet. Surely, her parents knew they were going to have a talk, and gave them the space.
Jamie led her to his blue, BMW convertible, which was the house’s driveway. He settled into the driver seat and opened the door for her by reaching over to the door to the passenger seat. He was not a traditional gentleman per se, who would open door for his ladies before they sat, but more like a teenager in a grown up body, with his own boyish charm.
“Where’d we going?” she was uncertain what this was about.
“Just somewhere nearby.” He gave her a quick peek with a slight smile. This calmed her. She was worried he might be breaking up with her, but if he was smiling at her maybe things were still alright.
He drove to a park, and parked at a spot beside the sidewalk. “Come on, let’s take a walk!” He unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out. Hannah followed. They found a bench and sat down. It was about 5’o clock in the afternoon. It was still sunny. People were walking their dogs, or watching their kids playing. Various groups of friends were spotted on scattered parts of the park. They started chit chatting a bit, commenting on what was going on in their life lately—Jamie talked a bit about his vibrant gym fitness business; Hanna had nothing but the same old rants about her life that she knew better than to talk about at this moment. She kept it vague and short.
They started out as fuck buddies. Hannah was 20. Jamie was 28. They were fucking many hot people at the time. After fucking each other every now and then for about a year, one night Jamie told her he loved her in the middle of a marathon sex. He was pounding away and choking her. His sweats were dripping all over her body when he was fucking her in the missionary position. She was drenched in her their mixed sweat when she heard “I love you”. Of all the men she hooked up with, very few were so well put together like Jamie. He always brought her to the nicest places, always took her breath away with the hottest sex experience, and he brought her to the coolest people in his network. In Hollywood, most high quality men were already in a relationship, or too old for her. Hot girls were never in shortage. There were always more beautiful girls than quality guys—guys who were attractive to women, and successful at the same time.
“Listen Hannah, um… I just turned thirty this year, and I can see where this is going. If nothing change, I will continue to build the business, put up with women for all their complaints about their look and everything. At some point we will probably make children. And that’s it. We will just grow old from this point on.” He said these words thoughtfully.
From his eyes, Hannah could tell he was watching a mental movie of their future, and this movie did not seem to impress Jamie. “What do you mean?” Hannah was afraid of what he was going to say. Whatever he was planning, she hoped there was a part for her. She never worried too much about losing Jamie before, because a year ago she was still a super hot woman with an up and coming career. Now she had became something of a joke. Very rarely in her life had she experienced a defeat of this magnitude. Everything were usually easy for pretty girls.
Without having something else going for her, she wasn’t sure if she was measuring up to Jamie’s anymore. Tears quickly welled up her eyes.
“Come on. Don’t cry on me baby. It is only fair for me to be honest with you. I still love you very much. I can die for you! But with the way things are going, I really feel like I need a change, a big change!” He spoke faster than usual, and leaned toward Hannah. The tears in her eyes must have made him uncomfortable. “Look, all my life I love women. I will always be a lover of women. I chose this career to help women become the best they could be, but I don’t think I want to keep putting up with their complaints about their bodies anymore. I am burnt out. For us, I just want to tell you that you are one of the hottest girls ever, even in Hollywood, but if this is to work, I need you to be play a new role. ”
These words gave Hannah a strong hope. You want to tell me there is something I can do? I can do anything to keep you! Just tell me what you want! “tell me” she looked at him pleadingly. At this point all her power was lost. She felt extremely vulnerable.
“I have a lot of money now and I have one of the hottest girl as my girlfriend. I should be happy. I always go after what I want. This is who I am. I am intense. I need my woman to support me so I can be the man I want to be” He looked at her intensely. “I love you. But I don’t think I can ever give you all the things you want. You have the body many women would die for, but you still complain about it everyday. I feel like this relationship is becoming just like my work. I can die for you right now, but I can’t live like this. I am only happy when I go out and try to conquer something”
“Jamie please I will change just tell me what you want me to do”, she tried not to cry, but the moment she said those words she couldn’t help but bawling out.
Jamie’s look quickly soften up. In a comforting voice he said, “Damn, you just reminded me what made me love you. You can make men kill for you sweetheart”. “Then tell me” she pleaded.
“I want to live a life of adventures. I need you to either be on board with me and trust that I will always love you as long as you support me, or you can find someone better, I don’t want you to waste your time. It’s only fair for you.” Hannah felt the sincerity in his voice. At this moment she felt even more certain that she only ever wanted to be with him. “I will do whatever it takes. I will prove it!”
“Ok then, let’s try this. I want to introduce you to someone tonight. I want you to not ask question and trust me. Deal?” He pierced through her eyes. She knew not to jeopardize the ground they just gained, so she nodded.
Tag: Humiliation
21[M4F] Daddy/Daughter Taboo Love Story + Extreme Domination
You and all characters we play must be 18+. Do not message me if you are underage.
To the dirty, curious girl that opened this up:
My name will be Dad or Daddy to you, but Raj to everyone else (it means King in my language of Nepali). My character will be a handsome brown Nepali man, 5’9, 230 lbs, fat dad bod, hairy, with a thick black mustache, stubbly beard and a thinning head of salt and pepper hair. I’ll be playing a very nice 42 year old Computer Scientist, and I never dated or remarried after your mom left when you were a baby. I got a good computer science job here in the U.S and I built a comfortable life for us. I raised you almost single handedly, so you and I were very, very close. But I’m not the perfect father… ever since you turned 18 and started blossoming into a beautiful young lady, I started getting naughty, nasty, taboo thoughts about you… you seemed to be growing more attractive by the day, and before long, I found myself jerking off to the thought of you, while sniffing your dirty panties no less. Well, now that you were 18 and in your last year of high school, I wanted to see if I could live out my fantasies before you moved away to college… Meanwhile, you have the same exact feelings towards me and we both awkwardly navigate our desires for each other before finally accepting each other as lovers.
Vicky became our master-Part 1 [cuckold] [humiliation] [bicuckold] [cumfetish] [Mdom] [watersports]
**Vicky became Master-Part 1**
Hello guys I am Samrat (The Submissive Cuckold) and Shriya is my hot wife. We are living in Cuckolding lifestyle. She enjoys cuckolding and getting fucked in front me and also enjoy a lot while bull fuck me or dominate me.
In this story I have tried to explain how Vicky becomes our master. It’s all about our initial period of swinging lifestyle, when we were used do mfm threesome but deep inside submissive slave was evolving and at the right time we found Vicky.
**Note**: we are not native English writer so please bear with our poor Indian English. Thank you in advance.
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The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 3 – Therese [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Dubcon] [BDSM] [Uncomfortable territory] [Les] [Masturbation] [Plot heavy]
*In loving memory of Larry Flynt*
**Therese**
Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you. One should never oppose the teachings of Christ, deaf to the righteousness that is not of this world. And this one central to boot! Verily, contradicting for the human mind, because God gave us the instinct to flinch from the unpleasant. I prayed for bravery, so it wouldn´t be just the spasm of soul. Fear, fear, fear, nourished by Agatha and Ellen.
“Reach out the other goddess and no slowing down, garbage-head!”
The Mexican waved the mighty flogger down on me, slashing my right hip. I cantered on all four, runny nose leaking over the task unwinnable by design. I slowed down the second I accelerated, two mouse traps from the floor snapping on my hands and one on my foot. I was as movable as a worm when I kissed Ellen´s big toe.
“Why should I bother with you, lump of poo?”
“You shouldn´t, ma´am. I simply deserve to be reminded of my worthlessness.”
The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 3 – Therese [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Dubcon] [BDSM] [Uncomfortable territory] [Les] [Masturbation] [Plot heavy]
*In loving memory of Larry Flynt*
**Therese**
Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you. One should never oppose the teachings of Christ, deaf to the righteousness that is not of this world. And this one central to boot! Verily, contradicting for the human mind, because God gave us the instinct to flinch from the unpleasant. I prayed for bravery, so it wouldn´t be just the spasm of soul. Fear, fear, fear, nourished by Agatha and Ellen.
“Reach out the other goddess and no slowing down, garbage-head!”
The Mexican waved the mighty flogger down on me, slashing my right hip. I cantered on all four, runny nose leaking over the task unwinnable by design. I slowed down the second I accelerated, two mouse traps from the floor snapping on my hands and one on my foot. I was as movable as a worm when I kissed Ellen´s big toe.
“Why should I bother with you, lump of poo?”
“You shouldn´t, ma´am. I simply deserve to be reminded of my worthlessness.”
Al Fresco Part 2 [femdom] [humiliation] [kink] [BDSM]
[Continued from Part 1…](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n5k9xb/al_fresco_power_exchange_ddlg_kink_mf/)
*Ben*, she texted, change of plans: *let’s eat al fresco at the Airbnb. It’s a beautiful evening and I don’t want to be inside. I’d like chicken salad, croissants, and a bottle of white wine.* Liv thought for a moment. *And also bring some massage oil. I’ve been working in the garden and I want you to rub me.*
*Yes, ma’am*, Ben replied. *I’ll cancel our dinner reservation.*
*Good boy.*
Liv ran into the house to straighten herself up. She tossed her dirty shorts and tank into the laundry and pulled a bra on. *Only Big Boys get to see me braless*, she thought, smirking. *Fresh panties?* she wondered, her hand hovering over the drawer full of satin and lace. *No, I want Ben to know how wet I was for Jackson.* She wiped the worst of the dirt off her arms and legs, splashed water on her face, and brushed her hair. Pulling a sundress over her head, she thought about how she would dominate Ben tonight. So many options… She grabbed her toy bag, kissed Jackson goodbye, and dashed out the door.
Kerrie Gets Blackmailed By An Angry Co-Worker Part 2 { Blackmail | Reluctant | Anal | Public | Humiliation}
Part 1 [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nbhr3s/kerrie_gets_blackmailed_by_an_angry_coworker/)
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**Chapter 2**
Kerrie returned to work the next morning to find another gift in her desk drawer. This time it was a sexy pair of white lace lingerie in her size. The blonde woman angrily tossed it back into the drawer before slamming it shut. Then she went to read his daily morning message to see what he had planned with the outfit.
In her inbox was a message reading, “I am sure you found the sexy outfit I left for you in your desk. You will be needing that later. For now, I have another task for you. I thought of it when I saw you leaving your house in your white blouse. Spill some water on your shirt and walk to the restroom for paper towels. Be sure to give the office a nice little show.”
Kerrie Gets Blackmailed By An Angry Co-Worker { Blackmail | Reluctant | Anal | Public | Humiliation}
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**Chapter 1**
Kerrie’s life as a US government engineer was about as normal as it could be. Her day at work was spent mostly in her office either planning the next project or giving a presentation to her peers. She was a very professional woman that took her career very seriously. Kerrie was always the type of employee that the bosses like having on the team. They never had to worry about her slacking off or missing a deadline.
She did not have much of a personal life since she was a career-oriented woman. Even outside of work she typically dressed in her work attire, khaki pants, and a blouse. On special occasions, she would wear a dress to events or presentations. It was not her style though. The young blonde woman looked beautiful at 28. Even though she had a great athletic body, she remained single by choice.
[M]y Ass [F]or her reward [MF][F]
“Left hand please.” Emma demanded of me.
I stretched out my hand and dropped my shoulder a little bit. My weight was on my forearms and my shins. Emma wrapped the leather cuff around my wrist and then looped a lock through the d-ring which she then connected to the ropes that we had under the bed.
I was now fully secured to the bed. My ass was in the air and I had enough wiggle room that I could move side to side and forward by perhaps twelve or fifteen inches. This was enough to keep me in place without restraining all of my movement. I could get on my hands and knees, and I could stretch out with my chest and face touching the mattress even as my knees spread out into a reverse butterfly position.
I was rock hard as my lover moved, on her knees, from the edge of the bed to in front of my face.
Emma’s freckled face with brilliant green eyes and long red hair that cascaded well below her breasts was highlighted by the kelly green bralette that barely held her tits in and a matching pair of lacy boy shorts. She smiled as she leaned in. Her fingers framed my chin and brought my eyes up from staring at her breasts and cleavage and focused on her eyes.
[F] Losing the game and losing my dignity and loving it
A pic of the thong in question…. [https://imgur.com/a/fIGby9m](https://imgur.com/a/fIGby9m)
Consider this the expositional inset at the beginning of a movie that covers 10 years of history in 3 minutes….
I met Jake as a freshman in college. He asked me out. We went out on a date. He didn’t touch me. I asked him to cuddle in bed with me. He did but still didn’t touch me. I left to study abroad. He waited. I came home. He brought me flowers. He didn’t hold my hand. He was too scared. We both painfully moved on.
Five years pass and we reconnect.
Another five years pass. I’m in a long term sexless relationship with my girlfriend that I still love very much. The shy boy who wouldn’t touch me in college is married now. And we talk a lot. We talk about sex. I live vicariously through him because he’s touched plenty of girls hands. He’s cuddled in plenty of girls beds. He and his wife are swingers and I get off on hearing him brag about his conquests to me. I hear all the details in the stories where I wish *I* was the center of his attention. I desperately try to come up with the easiest way to break to my SO that *I* want to be a swinger too. I want what I can’t have and it’s what he has.