Not Quite the Birthday Expected [Str8] [Mf] [Oral]

(Virgin post, folks. Go gentle. :D )

*Alana*

I stumbled out of the club, tears brimming from my eyes. I barely noticed the doorman who managed to open the door for me before I crashed into it.

It was supposed to be the best day of my life, my 18th birthday. My parents are on the opposite coast with their own thing, so I organized a couple girls into a girls night out, and we Uber’ed to this club we heard so much about. The line is long, and they checked ID like hawks, including flashlight in the face and all, but we got in. I was enjoying the atmosphere and the buzz of my third drink as we all bought a round. Half of the girls went to the Lady’s room, and I was heading for the bar for a refill when I happened to notice my boyfriend doing some dirty dancing with a blond bimbo on the dance floor.

My empty cup slipped from my hand as I froze. It was definitely him. There was no mistake.

I ran for the door.

I like (m)y submissive looks. I want my (F)WB to dom me and then to dom me by letting call-coks to fill her up in front of hogtied me

I (M23) have frail-submissive barely-legal looks. I grew to like it. I have that old female friend/fuckbuddy, average face with no bone structure but 5″11(180cm) tall and skinny, pale and raven haired, so most guys easily try to provide an orgasm for her when she calls.

I was home alone the other day so I send her some selfie where I looked like 15year old cute(to her) girl and wrote half-jokingly “Who the hell would have fucked me besides you? I look like ubderage, average penis and lately I am so undisciplined I just cum after I find something good to turn me on.”

Selfie was taken on my big bed. She wrote back “Oh, I will restrain you spreadeagled on that big bed of yours and your orgasm will be strictly, strictly controlled” (it was half jokingly, she knows I like that kind of dirty talk, I teached her)

This is where my fantasies of playful-roleplaying begin. I want her to come to my place, dom me by pressing me against the wall (I am of the same height so yay!) but after she cannot physically subdue me, order me to strip, after I refuse – threaten me that she will send embarassing photos to my college crush. On those photos I am naked, with spreaded legs saying boyish submissive things.

Revenge Is A (Naked Cumsoaked) B*tch, Part 3 [Mf] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

Despite saying she’d visit Bryce, Summer didn’t show up at the office the next day. Evan smirked at his desk, listening to all his coworkers lament the fact that they didn’t get to see their “lunchtime sunshine.” Ugh. Their worship of Summer made him kind of nauseous but at the same time, it gave him an odd sense of pleasure because the girl they bowed down to bowed down to him.

With his footage of her dirty bachelorette night fling, Evan had Summer literally on her knees. He could tell her to do anything — maybe kneel under his desk and deep-throat his cock while he pretended to work. Or maybe sit on his lap and let him play with her pussy while he continued his online search of where to go on vacation.

Evan could do whatever the fuck he wanted to Summer.

But before that, he needed her to at least show up to the fucking office.

“Wait a goddamned second,” Evan muttered to himself, realizing his own sheer idiocy.

He had just blackmailed his boss into keeping him on the payroll. He had just blackmailed Summer yesterday into jerking him off topless. Why the fuck did he still think he needed to play by any sort of rules?

The Timestop [Str8] [Fm] [school] [anal] [huml] [cuck] [nc] [Fdom] [Mdom]

(This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, or any other kind of fiction, so any and all feedback/criticism is welcome. As long as this does not get completely demolished there will be atlas a second chapter.)

Before I discovered my “talent”, I had lived an unextraordinary life. I had spent my first 5 years of high school with only a small handful of friends and was by no means one of the star pupils or “populars” that you would find in any school. Outside of school my life was equally plain. I played football but was not good enough for any team, mainly because I was extremely unfit, but not fat.

My family were moderately rich, my father a business owner, but not decadent by any means. So, whilst I got most of the things I wanted in life, I was not swimming in cash. The same could not be said about those at my school. The majority of them were extremely well off. The type that spent their summers in the bahamas and their winters in the alps. Many of them fit the normal stereotypes for rich ids too. Most of the boys excelled at rugby and cricket, and most of the girls were hot (as rich girls seem to be for some reason) and usually stuck up.

21M A return to voyeurism and some cuck

A year ago, my girlfriend was having an affair with a close friend and neighbor of mine named Craig. I introduced them to each other around this time of September and behind my back would flirt with each other and tease each other until they had sex after 3 weeks of flirting and hanging out. The next day after they fucked, my friend confessed everything to me out of guilt while my girlfriend did her best to hide it in shame. I took advantage of the situation and had her on speaker phone, while my friend was with me, and forced them to give me the details as they cried of humiliation. The next day after the confession, I spoke to them both in person and we began an open relationship where they began to fuck on the spot for a month, but this whole affair is a story for another time. What I really wanted to post about today was what happened last night!

Revenge Of The Cyber-Queen: Chapter 1: Moans Of Despair And Lust [Femdom], [Sci-Fi], [Orgasm-Denial], [Teasing], [Lesbian], [FBB], [BDSM], [Huml], [Fetish], [tragic love story]

*Author’s Note: The character of Professor Ava/Queen Ava is heavily-based on porn star, Ava Devine,
a very beautiful, voluptuous and talented actress with a fantastic voice and screen presence, so if you want to know exactly what the character looks/sounds like, check out Ms. Devine’s work.*

Revenge Of The Cyber Queen:

As Johnny (dark-haired & muscular football jock) and Lucinda (cute petite ponytailed-brunette with a perky personality) were about to walk into the Advanced Virtual computer lab, they gave each other an apprehensive look. It was going to be very awkward working with Professor Ava after Johnny had rejected her sexual advances last semester. In the intervening time, Johnny and Lucinda had started dating (although they hadn’t had sex yet) and they were pretty sure that Prof. Ava was aware of this.

And Lucinda had wanted to talk to Professor Ava privately, about…*something else*.

Walking inside, they saw that Prof. Ava was already here and had already turned on most of the very experimental computers (something to do with virtual reality, quantum mechanics & other stuff).

Nudist Retreat Humiliation [CFNM – kinda], [Femdom], [Handjob], [Edging], [Huml], [MILFs], [Cougars][mast]

I had just turned 21 and I was enjoying the sun at a nudist retreat that catered to adults, partially to work on my tan, but mostly to try to overcome my shyness at being nude.

As I became familiar with my surroundings, I noticed that the retreat was pretty busy with a higher ratio of women to men; just then my thoughts were interrupted as a hand slapped my bare ass.

I whirled around and was shocked to see Sharon, a sexy cougar that had been my neighbor next to my childhood home. Sharon was a petite-yet busty 5’4” African-American woman with wide sexy blue eyes that seemed to smile at me, those same eyes that smiled mischievously when she’d caught me staring at her years ago while she was sunbathing.

“I thought I recognized that sexy booty !” Sharon said smiling; not having expected to see anyone I knew, I immediately felt self-conscious about my nudity.

“Give me a hug baby” Sharon said as she advanced and hugged me, my cock making contact against her warm, oiled skin and becoming half-hard as her hands slid down my back and playfully squeezed the cheeks of my ass.

[reluc][oral] Fiance’ pays for my mistakes (x-post from dirty writing prompts.)

“We don’t have any money here” was the first thing she thought to say. “You did,” replied the taller of the two men, pressing the barrel of his gun against the back of my head, forcing my face down. “Or, he did, at least. Our money, and a lot of it.”

“There’s a TV, laptops. Just take what you want and go.” she said, a picture of trembling defiance in her negligee, silhouetted in the kitchen doorway, one hand steadying herself against the frame, fingers tight, tips pressed to the painted wood. “Not even close to enough, sweetie,” he answered. “And besides, we aren’t here to collect. Your little boyfriend here is going to be an example to what happens to people that don’t take their debts seriously.” The barrel was an oppressive presence against my scalp, I visualized my brain meat spread across the floor, my fingernails pulled out, bones twisted to cracking. My heart was beyond racing, it quivered in my chest, a cold flush running over me.

A Helpful Stranger, part 2 [MFT][Fdom]

_A brief review of part 1_

Our bedroom is big, light and airy, on the second floor of our new suburban home. It’s on the corner of the house, with windows on two sides that catch a nice breeze on these warm summer days. It was my favorite room in the house until Greg started becoming more insistent and even abusive about sex. Recently it had started to seem like his attention was always on satisfying his enormous cock.

Greg had arrived home from work looking drunk, and he was excited to see me wearing my sexy schoolgirl outfit. My new friend Sara, who I’d met that afternoon, had told me that she would help with my abuse at Greg’s hands and cock. Sara told me to wear something sexy when Greg arrived, and I was wearing a short plaid skirt, red bra and thong, a short sleeved translucent white blouse, white ankle socks and shiny black Mary Janes. I’m short and petite, with small perky breasts, a tan complexion and long, wavy brown hair.

Instructions Ch. 7-9 [str8] [MF] [bdsm] [Fsub]

Chapter 7
Her stomach was a tight knot as she walked to the supply closet in the back. Clutching tightly to her bag she smiled at her coworkers and deflected attempts at small talk doing her best not to attract further attention. She knew the supply closet toward the back of the building was really more of a maintenance room. Down a long flight of stairs and near the boiler it was a place you only went if you really needed something so she hoped there would at least be a modicum of privacy for whatever he was about to do to her.

“I’m here,” she texted after clicking the lock shut behind her. There were only a handful of people in the building with keys and she was relatively sure that none of them were here today.

“Strip.”

She could sense the disappointment behind his words and felt her cheeks flush red with shame for letting him down. She knew she should have stopped, knew she shouldn’t have cum. She loved following his directions, even when it hurt, loved the way he’d tilt her chin up to look at him and say, “Good girl.” Well there was none of that coming anytime soon.