Welcome to Primview Medical Center
Mike read the sign as he and his wife Rachel entered the building. He felt his breath catch in his throat. This was a big step for them. After years of discussion and, more recently, months of trying…he and his wife were going to have a baby. Well, more like conceive one. With just a little help from modern day science.
Primview hosted the best statistics in their field, showing higher success rates than artificial or in vitro insemination. And their clients weren’t just more successful at getting pregnant; their children were also shown to be stronger genetically, with better physical and mental health trends, as well as higher educational and employment success.
Still, the process was nerve-racking for Mike. Primview’s methods, while successful, were unorthodox. It was one thing to insert semen into a uterus through lab work, but…for another guy to fuck your wife? Mike knew he was a professional, but it still didn’t detract from the simple fact that another man was about to cum inside his wife’s pussy. And that she would be getting pregnant with his child.
“It’s no different than adopting a child, or using a sperm donor,” his wife had argued. “Our baby won’t be yours anyway, remember?” Of course he remembered. How could he forget? A genetic defect had left Mike unable to have children of his own. His sperm just wasn’t viable. There was a small possibility they could conceive with medical help, but the process to do so was astronomically expensive. And even if they could afford it, and even if it did work, his genes weren’t exactly the best. Numerous types of cancer, Alzheimer’s, schizophrenia, various substance addictions…all of these ran in his family. Plus, Mike himself wasn’t the strongest or the fastest; he had his intelligence going for him, but that was just one thing.
“Look, this way, we get the procedure with the BEST results for the CHEAPEST price. It will still be your child, just not genetically so. Which is the only way we can have a child, remember? And it will be the genetically best child possible, to boot!” And she was right. Mike had no argument. It was a good deal all around.
So now he found himself on autopilot while getting checked in and ushered back to the examination room. He watched numbly as a blonde, 40-year-old doctor with a petite frame introduced herself as Tracy. Tracy gave them a reminder of the procedure, its risks, benefits, costs, and rules. Mike could barely pay attention, retaining nothing as she had them sign a set of consent forms. Afterward, she asked that Rachel undress.
Mike’s heart caught in his throat as his wife stood up and began to shed her clothes. Her black hair spilled over her bare, white back as she slipped her shirt over her slim, fit shoulders. She turned slightly as she began to undo her jeans, allowing Mike to see her perfect, B-cup tits bouncing as she fiddled with the clasp on her pants. Her nipples were already starting to turn hard.
Rachel slid off her jeans, revealing a cute, bubbly ass poking from beneath a gray cotton thong. As she turned, Mike was surprised to see it was already damp. His heart began to pound. Hard nipples, wet pussy…holy shit, she’s actually turned on by this.When Rachel removed her panties, Mike saw a single, thick strand of pre-cum drip down from his wife’s pussy to the cloth. His breathing quickened. Fuck.
Tracy led them out of the room and down a series of complex hallways. Mike watched as all the assistants, nurses and doctors (male and female) they passed in the hallway checked out his wife. Her naked body was fully exposed to them, and they made no efforts to hide their attraction. And she made no effort to hide her body. They passed several other couple’s in the hallway, women naked as well, and Mike could not stop himself from glancing.
They finally reached the breeding room. It was a dimly let space, decorated like a massage studio. A single, cushioned table sat in the center of the room. Tracy gestured forward, and Rachel took a seat on the edge of the table.
“Alright Rachel, you can just wait in here. Your bull will be along shortly. Mike, you can come with me.”
“Wait, I don’t get to stay?”
Tracy furrowed her brow. “Mike, we covered this in the rules. Were you not listening?”
Mike shook his head. “Sorry, I was a bit out of it.”
“Well for safety purposes, all spouse’s have to be in a separate room. You never know how husbands are going to react when they see another man’s cock inside their wife. Also, in order for your wife to have the best chance of getting pregnant, she needs to be able to let loose and enjoy herself. The more she cums, the more likely the semen is to take.
”Tracy took a speechless Mike by the arm and led him from the room, with him not even getting to kiss his wife goodbye. He looked over his shoulder and she gave him a wave, promising that everything would be alright. But she couldn’t hide the excitement in her eyes. As the door shut behind him, his wife was already lying back on the table, spreading her legs ever so slightly.
“So where do I have to wait?” Mike asked, heart pounding, as Tracy began to lead him down the corridor and away from Rachel’s room.
“Well, that’s up to you,” she responded, turning to look at him. A glimmer of mischief was now in the doctor’s eyes. “Not being able to watch is a little fib. We only say that so the wives can be comfortable while in the act. But we have an observatory for every room, where you can watch the action from multiple camera angles. It’s only an extra $1000 fee. It’s in the consent forms, so all legal; people just never read those damn things.”
Mike should have been morally appalled, but he found himself reaching for his wallet instead. There was no way he could sit idly by while his wife was getting impregnated by another man, he justified to himself. My mind would always wonder what had happened, make it out to be worse in my head. Watching was the only way to not drive himself crazy, he reasoned.
Tracy smiled as she took his credit card. “Right this way,” she said. The doctor led Mike through the building and up a flight of stairs, passing off his card to an assistant. Mike found himself watching the doctor’s ass as she walked in front of him, the perfect bubble of it poking out of her tight scrubs. Mike felt his cock twitch in his pants. He normally wasn’t like this, but he found himself feeling sexually charged.
When they finally reached their room, Tracy let Mike inside. This room was also decorated like a massage space, though instead of a bed, there was a couch, drawn up close to several computer screens. Tracy shut the door behind her. She locked it. Then the doctor walked over to the screens and grabbed a remote.
When she turned around, her entire demeanor had shifted. “Sit down,” she told him, in a much firmer. Mike complied without even thinking. He felt his heart-rate go up again. Tracy sat down next to him, putting her hand on his thigh.
Mike started to protest, but Tracy cut him off. “Shut up,” she said. “Watch.”
Mike looked at the center screen. Tracy had pulled up a front facing shot of Rachel, sprawled back on the table with her legs spread open. Mike gasped. His beautiful, petite wife was playing furiously with her pussy, with one finger sliding in and out of while her other hand played with her clit. Tracy turned up the volume so Mike could hear her moaning.
“You didn’t realize she was this excited for this, did you?” Tracy asked.
“No,” Mike said, the word more coming out as a whimper. His cock twitched in his pants.
“Just wait until you see the bull she picked.” Tracy smirked. She began to rub her hand up and down Mike’s leg.
“Wait, what do you mean picked one?”
“Oh, she didn’t tell you about that step? It was in the packets we mailed you.”
“Packets? It was just basic medical information. And the psychological tests.”
“Oh, well she got an extra form, honey. Giving her instructions to go online and pick out a bull that she wanted to get pregnant by. What, you think we assigned those randomly?” Tracy laughed, having to cover her hand with her mouth. “Oh honey,” she said. “You’re in for a treat when you see what she chose.”
Just then, the door to Rachel’s room opened. When Mike saw the man walk in, his heart sunk into his stomach.
The bull was at least 6’4” and 200 lbs of solid muscle. Dark tan skin covered a toned physique, with everything perfectly chiseled, all the way from his pecs to his thighs. Dark brown hair and blue eyes lit up his personality with an alpha personality, which was exemplified by his absolutely enormous cock. It hung flaccid at the moment, but even there it was at least 5 inches. Mike was 4 at most, fully hard.
“His cock is a lot bigger than yours, isn’t it?” Tracy asked. “We get that a lot. Women figure they might was well use the procedure as a time to experiment with something a bit larger.”
Mike swallowed hard, his face getting flushed, but he said nothing. His cock began to stiffen even more as he watched Ryan approach his wife.
“Are you Rachel?” Ryan asked, his flaccid cock stirring as he approached her.
“Y-yes,” Rachel stuttered. She began sat up, though continued to nervously play with her pussy as he drew up close to her.
“Good. I’m Ryan. I’m here to get you pregnant. Now stand up,” he commanded. Rachel did as she was asked. Ryan guided her down to her knees and, without needing to be asked, Rachel took his cock in her mouth.
“What the hell!?” Mike exclaimed. “This is supposed to be a breeding procedure, what’s she doing sucking his cock?” His voice was angry, but his hardening dick sent a different message to Tracy. She watched it through his pants as she responded.
“He has to get hard to fuck her, Mike. Plus, it turns her on to suck cock. Maybe you didn’t realize that, you must not suck yours very much. But look, I see it turns you on as well.
”Mike looked down and blushed. He scrambled to deny it, even though she was right. For some reason, his body was finding this whole experience tantalizingly hot, exciting and infuriating at the same time. He crossed his arms over his chest and resumed watching.
Rachel was using both hands now. Ryan was getting harder, and Rachel seemed to be loving it. Her lips slid up and down his thick shaft as both hands stroked its base. She would periodically come up for air and lick the tip, then up and down his shaft. Rachel took it as deep in her mouth as she could, though more than once Mike heard her gag.
Ryan was fully hard now. “It’s about 9 inches total,” Tracy said. “How big are you?” She turned to look at Mike, a mixture of seductive and accusatory. She already knew the answer; she just wanted to hear him say it.
“6,” Mike lied, avoiding her gaze. Tracy laughed, but didn’t respond. They returned their attention to the screen, where Ryan was now ordering Rachel up. Mike’s wife lied down on the bed. Ryan brought himself up with her, spreading her legs apart and positioning himself in between them. Tracy switched angles on the television. Mike could see his wife’s wet pussy perfectly now. Her thighs were covered in her own pussy juice, her rich labia puffing out and spreading open like a flower. Ryan rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy lips, teasing her.
“Are you ready to get pregnant?” He asked her.“Yes, please, please baby,” Rachel begged. She never talks like that in bed with me anymore, Mike thought. Rachel was panting, saliva and her bull’s precum fresh on her lips and chin. “Please fuck me, Ryan.”
Ryan obliged. He pushed his cock forward, Rachel moaning as he began to slowly sink inside her. Mike didn’t realize it, but he himself was matching her, groaning in a mix of anguish and excitement as he watched his wife be penetrated by an obviously superior man. Mike’s cock was now rock hard.
Tracy seized the moment and grabbed it, squeezing it in her hand. Mike shuddered at her touch, but remained speechless as she began to stroke it through his pants. He looked at her and his mouth moved wordlessly. “Hush baby,” Tracy said. “Just enjoy the show.”
Mike watched as Ryan worked his way slowly inside his wife. Her pussy was dripping wet, which helped, but still…she had only ever taken Mike’s little cock. She wasn’t used to someone as big as Ryan, so it took several minutes for her to get acclimated. Once she was fully stretched out, though…the real fucking began.Ryan picked up the intensity, and now the bulk of his cock was sliding freely in and out of Rachel’s wet pussy. Her pussy lips gripped tightly to the side of his dick while her hands tore at the edge of the table. She would periodically push her hips away from him as he fucked her, her pussy still unable to fully make space for him. The pain at being stretched mixed with the pleasure of being filled, filled up as she never had been before…it was all so intense. 30 seconds later, Rachel was cumming.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!” She yelled. She began wailing, her legs shaking, as the first orgasm wrapped around her body. Mike was able to watch from multiple angles, seeing his wife’s face dissociate in ecstasy, her legs tremble uncontrollably, and even her pussy squirt a little bit.
Mike was so hard he was about to burst from his pants. Pre-cum dripped through to the point Tracy was able to dab a bit onto her finger. “You know,” she said. “For an extra $1,000 we have another service available. We know this is a secret turn on for most men, so if you would like to…you can cum while you watch Rachel get fucked. For $5,000, I’ll even help you.”
Mike looked over at Tracy, who grinned eagerly. So this is how they actually make their money, he thought to himself. I knew the price was too good to be true. Still, it didn’t stop him from agreeing. “Yes,” he said effortlessly. “I suppose I should get to cum as well, make it even.” Tracy promised him they would run his credit card for the amount when they were done. Then she ordered him to take off his pants while she put on a pair of rubber, latex gloves she had been carrying in her pocket. Mike got completely naked, and Tracy began to rub his cock.
She spit into her hand for lube, and slid it up and down Mike’s fully hard penis. “I thought you were 6 inches?” She asked. “You look more like four to me.”
Mike felt his face flush in shame. For some reason though, the humiliation turned him on even more. He said nothing, but Tracy felt his little cock bulge. She laughed. “Your little dick likes it,” she said, whispering into his ear.
Back on the screen, Ryan was fucking Rachel vigorously. He stayed in the missionary position, lifting her legs above her head and working his cock in deeper until she came again. Then he flipped her over and began to fuck her from behind. Ryan pulled her hair and spanked her ass, working his massive cock between her cheeks as her pussy juice ran down his thighs.
“She wanted someone a little dominant,” Tracy commented, her hand continuing to jerk off Mike. “According to your psych profile, you fit the beta male category. I bet you never fuck her like this. Which she needs, because she’s secretly more of the slutty type, as you can see.” Mike’s hips bucked into her hand. He found himself turned on by her criticisms, by watching a guy with a bigger cock and better genes fuck his wife, knowing that his cum would do what his never could: put a baby in her. Was all that in his psych profile too? God, I am a fucking beta, he thought.
Rachel’s legs began to shake again and she pushed back against Ryan’s body. She took all of his cock now, her stomach bulging outward as her hips met the base of his dick. She felt it pulse inside her and started cumming again. This time she squirted, shooting off his cock and soaking the bed, stream after stream of pussy juice raining down on the mattress.“Fuck!” Mike groaned over Rachel’s screams. He watched as Ryan put his cock back inside his wife, watched her stomach swell up, the outline of his cock clearly visible.
“Fuck fuck, will you please suck me off? I can’t take it anymore, this is too unfair. If she gets some, I get some.
”Tracy began to jerk his dick slower, her pressure increasing but the doctor was intentionally holding back. “I’m sorry, that isn’t what you paid for.”
“What do you mean?” Mike asked, confused.
“Well,” Tracy said, looking him dead in the eye. “The $5,000 is just for me helping you. I didn’t say I would fuck you, or even suck you. You’re lucky you’re getting this, you beta cuck bitch.” Mike stared at her, completely in shock.
“Oh come on,” she said. She began to stroke his cock slightly faster now. “You know you like this better. It fits in better with your secret cuckold fantasy.”“What? How did you—“
“Oh, the psych profile tells everything, honey. You’re a closet cuckold, and you know it. You’ve been secretly jerking off to the idea of your wife cumming in here and fucking someone else. You signed paperwork to have another man get her pregnant and you’re hard as a rock right now. Cuckolds don’t get to fuck. They get to watch.”
She forcibly turned his head back to the screens.
Mike watched Ryan plowing his wife. His cock slammed into the back of her pussy as her screams became regular background noise. Her ass was red from his spanking, and eventually her legs collapsed. He fucked her prone bone while she shook, cumming again and again. Her eyes were continuously rolling into the back of her head. Mike watched as Ryan fucked his wife into submission, making her cum approximately 10-12 times before he asked her: “Are you ready to get pregnant?”
“YES!!!” She yelled. “Fill me up, fill me up with your cum!”
Ryan flipped her back onto her back. Rachel was glistening with sweat, looking up at him as he positioned his cock near the entrance of her now gaping pussy. “You want my cum?”
“Yes, yes please,” Rachel whimpered.“You want my cum more than your husband’s?”
Rachel nodded. “Yes, yes baby.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I want your cum more than my husband’s!” Her fingers were now rubbing furiously on her clit.
“Why?”
She began to unload, her willpower beyond her restraint. She didn’t just want his cum anymore; she needed it. “Because you’re sexier, because you have a bigger cock, because you fuck me better, because…” Ryan cut her off as he shoved his cock deep inside of her and began pounding her once again.
“Keep talking!” He shouted. His cock beating the inside of her pussy.
Despite her face becoming numb, Rachel kept shouting everything she could think of. It was authentic truth, said in the heat of ecstasy, but all true. Everything Mike heard made his cock pulse and his vision blur.
“I hate fucking him! I hate fucking Mike! He’s got such a tiny dick, and yours is so much better. I’ve never been fucked like this in my life. I’ve never cum so many times, I usually don’t cum with him at all. I fake it. I fucking squirted…god, you made me squirt. It feels so good, so fucking good! My husband could never fuck me like this. I’m never going to be able to fuck him again, I only want to fuck you! Please cum, please cum in me. Give me your baby, I want your baby. Fill me up, fill me—“
Ryan began to shout and groan, his back arching as he pushed in, bottoming out on the back of Rachel’s pussy. She felt his hot cum spray into her, rope after rope flooding her pussy walls and drowning her cervix. She came as he was cumming, and in that moment she already knew: she was pregnant. He had cum so much, and it was so thick…she knew it. The orgasm became pure ecstasy, with the biggest, earth-shattering climax of her life. Wave upon wave came over her. Her body tried to squirt, but he buried into her, only letting it flood out the sides, his cum staying deep in her pussy.
Mike watched his wife shudder and shake as Ryan convulsed on top of her. From one angle he saw the bull’s balls twitching, emptying their full load into his beautiful, perfect Rachel. From another angle he saw both of their faces, grinning in ecstasy, his gorgeous wife clearly preferring another man. Mike felt himself beginning to cum, but so did Tracy. She stopped, slowing her pace to make him ride the edge. Not yet, she thought. But soon, once I break him.
Tracy continued to jerk off Mike as Ryan and Rachel collapsed on top of each other. Once Ryan pulled his cock out of Rachel’s pussy, she flipped the screen to focus fully on her demolished hole. Mike groaned as he saw how stretched his wife’s pussy was.
“She’ll never be able to feel you again,” Tracy said. “God, you can never make her cum like that or feel that good. And you could never do that,” she continued, as they both watched cum begin to leak from Rachel’s swollen pussy. Just a little at first, but then the floodgates opened, and glob after glob of cum began to flood out, like a growing river.
“Holy shit!” Mike yelled. Tracy paused the tape on the close up of his wife’s leaking pussy. Now Tracy began to jerk Mike off faster.
“You see that? You see that, Mike? Look at all that hot cum in your fertile wife’s pussy. She’s definitely pregnant after that. And with a real man’s baby. You know you don’t measure up to him in any conceivable way, right? This man did everything better than you; he fucked her better, made her cum more, filled her up better, and actually managed to get her pregnant. Just wait until a few months from now when her belly begins to swell.” Mike started moaning, the way someone does when they’re on the brink. Here we go, Tracy thought. I’ve got him now.
“Alright, stand up,” she ordered. Mike obeyed immediately, too cum drunk to question anything his doctor said. “Strip,” she commanded as she grabbed a tiny waste bin from the corner of the room. Mike was quickly naked, his cock still pulsing in the chill air of the room. “On your knees,” Tracy barked.
Mike did as he was told, looking up at her, panting as he said, “Please, please just make me cum,” he begged. “I’ll do anything.”
Tracy nodded, sliding the garbage can beneath Mike. She walked around behind him, crouching and reaching around to grab his tiny, pathetic cock. Hard but not clearing the length of her hand. The doctor licked his earlobe and whispered to him: “You’re pathetic, Mike. You’re not even a real man. Watch, look at what just happened.”
She rewound the tape and replayed the moment both Rachel and Ryan came. Slowly and steadily, she stroked Mike’s cock. Mike watched again and again as his wife’s pussy was filled up by a bigger, stronger man. He began to sweat, Tracy keeping pace with his dick and not letting him cum until she was ready. Mike’s eyes were so fixated on the screen that he didn’t hear the door open to his right.
Perfect, Tracy thought. “Admit it. Admit it if you want to cum. I want to hear you say it out loud. You like watching your wife get fucked, don’t you?” She asked Mike.
“Yes,” Mike gasped, finally admitting the truth.
“Tell me. Tell me in great detail or I won’t let you cum.”
Now that he had admitted it, he fully committed. “I love watching her get fucked by a bigger, more muscular man with a huge cock. God she came so much with him. I could never do that.”
“Because you’re a beta, aren’t you? Admit it if you want to cum. Be detailed.”
“Yes, I’m such a beta. I’m so pathetic. I don’t deserve to fuck her, my cock is too small and my loads are worthless and blank.”
“They are so worthless. Worthless beta cum like yours only belongs in one place. So I want you to cum in this trash can. And promise me you’ll never cum in your wife’s pussy again, so she can fuck whoever she wants and get pregnant with real men.”
“Yes ma’am, I promise.”
“Promise,” Tracy said, rotating Mike’s head. Mike locked eyes with his wife, still naked, standing in the open doorway of the room. Behind her, several staff had gathered and were watching as well. It was everyone’s favorite part.
“Promise,” Tracy prodded again. Her grip tightened around Mike’s cock. “Promise it to her and I’ll let you cum.”
Mike was too far gone at this point. Shaking, he looked his wife in the eyes. She seemed shocked yet excited, still in a shroud of ecstasy from her breeding. He looked up and down her naked body, still damp with sweat. He admired every inch of her, and noted how swollen her pussy was, and how cum was still running down her thigh. He watched it drip to the ground several times.
“Rachel, I promise. I promise I’m never going to cum in your pussy again. After watching you fuck him, I realize what a pathetic beta I am, and that my tiny cock and worthless cum don’t belong in your pussy. You can fuck whoever you want for the rest of your life.” And with those final words, Tracy delivered a promise of her own.
Mike’s cock exploded, shooting rope after tiny rope of cum into the small garbage can, right where it belonged. Despite how horny he was, his load was indeed pathetic. Weak and empty, like his body, worthless garbage like his masculinity. Post-nut clarity immediately began to set in as the crowd behind Rachel cheered and cajoled him, words like “cuck,” “beta,” and “loser” being thrown around. Tracy helped him to his feet, quickly grabbing his clothes and handing them to her assistant, who quickly walked out the door.
“I hope you enjoyed your procedure with Primview,” she said to the naked couple before Mike could interject. She had reverted back to her professional facade, smiling coyly at them. “Your card will be ran for the billed amount, and we will follow up with you in one month to confirm status of insemination. Your clothes will be waiting for you back in the changing room. Congruent with each of your psychological profiles, we are giving you the complimentary “Walk of Shame” treatment post procedure. Please follow the corridor all the way to the end, take a left, the third right, an immediate right, the fourth left, two lefts, the third right, then the fifth left and you’ll be back at the changing room.” Smiling, she turned on her heels and left. God, I love my job, she thought as she walked away.
The room was empty now, and unsure of what to do, Rachel and Mike left. They held hands and attempted to recall the doctor’s instructions. As they roamed the hallways, no staff answered their requests for directions, each stating (with a smug smile) they had to find their own way. On top of that, various checkpoints littered the facility, and they were repeatedly asked to explain who they were and what had just happened. The security guards asked them inappropriately invasive questions, such as “Did the cuck waste his load?” and “Did the slut think she’d ever be able to feel him again?” Mike would feel his anger rise, but then his cock would get hard. Then everyone would point and laugh at his dick. So he just kept his silence.
As they were in the halls for longer, more and more staff would confront them. Mike was called “cuck” and “beta” numerous times by random passersby, both under their breath and some shouting at him from a distance. “Have fun raising someone else’s kid, cuckold!” One man had yelled.
Rachel received similar treatment, only her terms were “slut” and “whore.” “Look at all the cum running down her leg!” A nurse exclaimed. More than one guy grabbed her on the ass or groped her chest as they passed by. Rachel seemed to be fine with it. And so was Mike. Whatever came up in the psych profile was accurate; now that he had broken the seal, he found himself progressively turned on by the humiliation and emasculation. His cock was already begging to cum again.
It took Mike and Rachel about twenty minutes of wandering naked through hallways until they found their changing room. Before they went in, she asked him: “So you’d really let me keep fucking other guys?” She gently played with his bulging cock.
“Yes, that was amazing.”
His wife smiled. “You’re officially a cuckold then, baby.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. She walked into the changing room.
Once inside, they began to get dressed. Well, Rachel did. Tracy watched through the computer screen. There was no audio in here. But Tracy watched as Rachel got dressed, then made Mike get down on his knees, still naked. He began to jerk his once again hard cock. Rachel grabbed a garbage can from the corner of the room and set it down in front of him. Then she left, presumable to wait in the car. Tracy smiled, fully naked in her office chair, as she opened her desk and grabbed her favorite dildo. Her pussy was already wet, already hungry. “God, I love my job,” she said as she slid it in.
Tag: Humiliation
Dumb slut at a conference {CNC}{coercion} Part 1
So I was on a very out of town conference for work. Continuing education sort of thing. So I figured that I could have some fun to go with my learning. You know, if the situation presented itself.
Day three of five, I finally found a likely playmate. One of the lecturers just caught my eye. A bit dad bod, but he had these piercing brown eyes. I asked a couple dumb questions just to get him to look at me. That was it. I might have been a bit starstruck because I went straight to my room and changed clothes. You know the ones. Sluttly business, the skirt a bit too short, shirt a little too tight. So I went to his next lecture. In an aisle seat, I did my best to flash him. He was a pro though. No reaction to tell if I was successful. So I went to a few other classes, feeling a little let down. His next lecture wasn’t until the last hour of the day, but I made sure I was in it. Evening classes tend to be small so I was hoping to make an impression. He narrowed his eyes when he saw me there, but otherwise, nothing unusual occurred. I lolly gagged my way out of the hall just in case, but no luck. No followers.
Arcane Tangle ch. 2 [MF] [fantasy] [magic university] [long] [plot] [world building] [character development] [sex rituals]
*This is a third and final chapter of my longish fantasy story. It says chapter 2 in the title because of general incompetence. In my profile you can find a link to the full story, the previous chapters now also illustrated with lewd pics.*
Niko’s foot was tapping under the table. Diane was actually as nervous as he was, though it was harder to spot.
“You seemed so sure yesterday,” he started again. “You said you only needed a few more hours.”
“I know.” It was early in the evening, and the library’s gigantic reading room was quieter than usual. Far in its front, Ms Marin sat still behind the reference desk. “My reasoning, it was just… it was flawed from the beginning.”
She’d corrected the calculations in her ritual. They’d given it a furtive try, in the corridor behind the Great Conservatory. She hadn’t been surprised when it failed.
“So…” he was determined to grasp at the last straws of hope. “You have no other ideas?”
Her eyes stayed on Ms Marin for a moment, uncertain, and then dropped to the desk.
“Sorry,” she said.
Anonymous Encounter (M/f)
He and I matched on Feeld. For a couple days shared photos and sexted. Saturday night plans cancelled. It was 7pm, I knew he wasn’t available until after 9pm most nights.
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Friend’s house at 9:45” – Hmmm, I thought, that would only give us 45 minutes or so.
I had never just invited a man over to my house before meeting him in public first. I hesitated for a moment, heart racing at the thrill. Typed “What time can you come by?” Finger hovered over send, took a deep breath and held it. Hit send.
He answered immediately, “around 9”.
“Ok, pretend I’m a prostitute you’ve paid 30minutes for.”
“Mmmm I like that, so tell me limits please.”
“Hmm, since I’ve never met you, definitely take it easy with deep throating, no real face fucking. No hitting me hard, just some light slaps more for humiliation, grabbing and holding for dominance. No full anal, a finger or a tongue is ok. I do really like be told that you don’t want to hear any sound from me, and any sound I make please clamp your hand over my mouth and remind me. And I do like a little comedown period together afterward, with respect to you having to take off to your friends.”
“Understood, and safe words: Red is stop everything. Yellow is take it easer.” He replied.
Boundaries and safe words established, I placed my phone down and stood back. I couldn’t believe I what I had just done. My head was spinning, was this really what I was about to do? I had recently purchased a sexy piece of lingerie, black straps crisscross the neck, breasts, stomach and thighs, leaving everything available for exposure. I had tucked it away for a special occasion. Tonight definitely called for such an outfit.
I wanted to make sure my body was right first. Shower off the day, shave my pussy and asshole, make sure I’m all smooth with lotion. I was still heightened, even after a shower which usually calms me down. I walked in circles a couple times thinking what else I should prepare. I stopped to breathe and slow everything down. There wasn’t much that needed doing, maybe a little straightening up and putting out some condoms in the living room, available for when and where he decided to take me.
My pussy had been getting wet with all the anticipation. A strange man would be walking in my door and doing whatever he liked to me. Normally to relieve stress I’d watch some porn and get my self off, but he had told me “No touching your little cunt before I do.” – and of course I wanted to prove that I was a good little submissive whore.
My phone lights up. “What’s your buzzer number?” He is on his way up! He had said to be ready as soon as he walks in. He was going to be in character once my door shuts behind him. I threw on my soft pink kimono, lowered the music slightly and stood by the door. I was full of nerves and excitement, still definitely a bit stunned by my own actions. I looked through the peep hole into my empty hall way, and then suddenly a dark figured stepped into view. He knocked. I stood back remembering his assertion “I will be in character.” I was actually trembling a little, wasn’t sure exactly what I was supposed to say. Not even sure how he would be initially. We had never met before in real life! This bit of risk was definitely contributing to the wetness between my thighs.
I opened the door a few inches, we each said “Hi”. He stepped into my apartment, towering over me with his flannel jacket, jeans and big boots. I felt fragile and vulnerable standing before him with barefeet, my short satin kimono a little opened showing my slutty lingerie beneath. He remains for a moment, just peering down at me. I couldn’t look him in the eye at first, but I could sense him challenging me to do so. Feeling self conscious and small I slowly lift my gaze.
Instantly he plunged his hand into my kimono and opened it up, exposing one breast. He stooped down and brought it to his mouth. I opened the other side for him as he moved from one nipple to the other. I started to sink into the sensation from my nipple and dropped my head back, eyes closed. He stood up, took my hair in his fist and pulled my ear to him mouth.
He growled, “I paid for you and so you’re going to do exactly as I say, do you understand?”
I gasped, and breathed out a “Yes”.
“Good, no what is your name?”
“LiLi.” I replied with innocent eyes.
“No. Your name is whore and that is how I will refer to you. So, what is your name?”
“Whore” I whimpered, becoming weak in the knees.
“Very good.” He declared, as he kicked my feet apart, licked his fingers, and forced his way into me.
First I cried out, more from the suddenness of it. Then I moaned as he worked my pussy, rocking my body back and forth.
“Am I your first customer of the night?”
“MmHmm.” I respond
“Mmm good. I like it that way.”
He pulled his fingers out and plunged them into my own mouth.
“Clean them off” He ordered.
I take him fingers deep, curling my tongue around one, then the other, then into the space between.
“Good little whore.” He says.
I look up at him with a hint of a smile.
“Now where does a good whore belong?” He asks.
“On her knees?” I answer.
“That’s right.” He places his hand on top of my head and guides me toward the floor. I get onto my knees in front of my apartment door. Unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, pulling them and his boxers down just enough let his half hard cock cock out.
“Get it hard.”
I move to take it in my hands.
“No. Only using that whore mouth of yours.”
I stick my tongue out, gathering the head into my mouth. I circle around the head and down the shaft to get every angle covered in my fluid. The using my lips and tongue I start to lap at his cock, massaging it in the warm wetness. It begins to thicken and straighten. I grip the back of his thighs and take it deeper. I can feel the veins pulsing, and the length is hardening. He takes hold of my hair, not for face fucking (since I had stated that was a limit of mine) just to remind me he is in control. I allow him in deep, down my throat, he keeps hold of my head. I swallow a few times to tighten my throat around his cock, and hear him moan under his heavy breathing. I hold my breath and keep his cock in place, turning my head back and forth. I pull back to take in air and he steps back.
He peers around the corner into my living room.
“Go put your hands the couch and bend over.”
Without a word I do as I’m told, removing my kimono in the process. From behind me I can hear him taking in the view of my hourglass figure, wrapped in this outfit which signifies my role as his submissive. He’s removing his clothes.
“I bet you’re dying to feel this cock pounding your pussy.”
“Yes…”
I feel his body weight as he leans over me. Clamping his hand around my throat he presses next to my ear.
“Yes – what?” he demands.
“Yes sir.”
He pushes my face down into the cushions with one hand, and thrusts the full length of his cock deep inside me. Taking hold of my flimsy outfit with the other hand, he pounds away. With each pounding the intensity builds, I cry into the cushion. I’m getting close to my first climax. I can’t hold back anymore. My head pops up with his thrusting and I cry allowed.
Suddenly he pulls out, clamps one hand onto my face, the other forearm across my throat.
“I’m not paying to hear you. I don’t want a single sound. Is that clear?”
I nod my head anxiously, he keeps firm hold of me, letting the remind sink in.
He releases me, letting me fall onto my outstretched hands, gasping for air but desiring more.
He slaps my ass just hard enough to make a spanking sound.
“Turn around and lay on your back.”
I am still trying to catch my breath, my non-reactivity leads him to jolt me upright and spin me around.
“Get on your back.” he orders with slight annoyance.
I like feeling a bit of his strength used against me. I flop down with a smile and gather my knees to my chest. My pussy and asshole are completely exposed. He appeared to be ready to continue the pounding but once he caught sight of my body spread open, he reconsidered.
Kneeling down to my level his open mouth lands on my wet cunt. I feel his tongue massaging up and down, from my clit to my asshole. He’s smearing my own wetness around, and dripping his saliva into my crack. I see him crouch a little lower and then feel his finger slide into my soft slit. It slides out, then to fingers slide in. His hands are big and rough, my pussy reluctantly gives way. As he works me with his hand, my body gives way, our body rhythms move in unison again. This is how I reach my second climax. It builds with each passing breath I take. My cunt clamps, releases and clamps again like it’s trying to consume his hand. He pushes a little deeper each time, and this dials up the intensity. With each pulse he goes deeper until he is right on top of me, our foreheads touching and both our mouths agape. His deep touch builds inside of me, my whole body clenches and ecstasy courses through me. I can barely squeak “I’m coming” my head pressed back into the couch, my heals press into the seat. I see his mouth dropped open in awe and satisfaction as he presses deeper, I cum harder. He flicks and I squirt hot fluid all over his wrist and forearm. He works me like this until there’s nothing left. The sensation wanes and my breathing returns to normal. He slowly slides his fingers back out. I remain in position, numb from the pleasure.
“Ok, I want you on your bed.” He slaps my thigh to hustle me off the couch. I lull my head to one side with a hint of a smile and a little groan. Somehow I manage to slink off the couch and into the bedroom. He plods behind me. I can feel his dominating presence even in the way that he walks. Just through his demeanor I can read he has really taken ownership of me.
He points at the edge of the bed.
“Lay your pussy right here, face up.”
I climb on and position myself exactly as he commanded. He maneuvers on top of me and works his fingers into my mouth again.
“Get them nice and wet.”
I coat his fingers thoroughly. He stands back, slides past my pussy, down my ass crack to my hole. Circles the rim a few times. My head pops up with concern.
“You didn’t pay for my ass, that is extra.”
His hand is on my throat again, “Shut up bitch, I’ll take what I want. I’m going to finger, and then fuck your ass with my thick, hard cock. I’d love to see you try and stop me.”
I try to squirm away, of course it’s in vain as he pulls be back by my ankles, then grabs my wrists, crossing them over my head. One of his hands wraps completely around both my wrists, pinning them easily. He is able to shoot his other hand back down and continue his work on my tight asshole. He has his knees on the bed blocking my hips from moving away. I struggle to free my wrists but he just tightens his grip, pressing his body weight down on them.
“Keep struggling, it only makes it better for me.” he smirks.
I feel a finger start to poke in. I tighten my last line of defense. He presses with more force knowing that this will send enough of a warning. Wishing to avoid worse pain I relax and his finger eases into my ass.
“That’s a good little whore.”
He held his finger there, shot his other hand down to guide his cock into my pussy. Bracing that hand on my shin he starts to plunge.
This whole scene brought me right to the edge. It’s not long before I start to cum a third time. I feel my juices squirt out, spraying our thighs and getting smeared between us. He thrusts several more times to ensure I ride out my orgasm. Then carefully he slides his finger out of my pulsing asshole.
Returning both hands to my wrists now, he hammers me hard and deep with his cock. I try to free my wrists although I am no match for his weight and the strength of both his hands. He just growls and continues pounding. My body responds with blinding pleasure. I can’t help but let out a moan. He clamps his hand over my mouth again.
“I don’t want to hear you, whore. I’m not your first customer of the night, am I?”
My eyes flash open meeting his. I shake my head “No”.
“I knew it, you lying whore.”
He keeps his hand over my mouth and pounds deeper and deeper, all of his body weight crushing me. I close my eyes an take it, trying hard not to make a sound, instead just to breathe. I flow between resisting, trying to free my arms and giving in. Each time I give in the pleasure throughout my body increases. He senses this and one at a time stretches my legs up against his body. He folds me in half. I’m trying hard not to make a sound but his pressure is so great I start to cum again. He releases just enough to allow my body to fully climax. Once my orgasm has dwindled, he presses off of me.
“Stand up and turn around.”My whole body is so deliciously numb I can’t move just yet. Too slow for his liking, he takes hold of my body, I am yanked to the edge and flipped.
“Stand.”
I do so drowsily.
One hand on my hip and one in the centre of my back, I am bent over the bed, my ass out and feet nudged apart. His hard cock is driven into me again. I throw my head abc in ecstasy but he pushes it back down to the bed. Holding me down he grunt and pounds, his balls slapping my clit. Another orgasm is building. He knows it and takes a fist full of my hair. Firmly he eases my head back, not yanking, not hurting, but holding it there sternly. Not letting me move.
I start to cum. He squeezes his fist, and presses his cock as deep as it will go. My body shudders, I hold my breath and cum harder, breathe again and an eve bigger wave hits me. My body tenses and start to twitch slightly. He is still holding my hair. Still pressed hard into me. My head back, my mouth open, but soundless.
My orgasm wanes and my body neutralizes. He eases hi cock out.
“Lay on your back, head off the bed, legs apart.”
I can’t even think anymore, I just flop down. There he appears above me, things in front of my face, cock and balls dangling over my chin.
“Open.” he orders.
I open my mouth and stick out my tongue as broadly as I can. He slides his cock in and all the way down to the back of my throat. In a slow rhythm he glides in and out of my throat. I start to bob my head, our rhythms sinc up, we increase the speed together.
I can tell he is in absolute ecstasy. He falls forward and buries his face in my pussy. He laps in succession with our gentle deep throating. Once in a while he pulls out far enough for me to breathe. The sound of my gasping makes him harder and harder. Finally I feel it. The final thrust. His cock explodes. Warm fluid engulfs my orifice. My hands on the backs of his thighs. I’m drinking it down. He remains until the last spurts of his semen are discharged into my throat.
Shaking and moaning he pulls out of me, looking down to watch the long ribbon of saliva and cum stream after him and fall onto my face.
I smile and laugh. He gets down on his knees and licks it off. Then helps me up onto the bed. We are both completely spent. He lays next to me, sprawled out, sweaty, and breathless. I am still completely numb, in the happiest way. We’re too hot to touch, so we just link fingers and steep in the afterglow side by side.
Just before I fall asleep the mattress shifts and sighs. He stands, steps to the bathroom. I hear him piss, sigh, the water runs from the tap. When he re-enters my bedroom he’s putting his clothes on. Half dressed he climbs back onto my bed. He kisses my neck and chest before resting his head between my breasts.
“How was that for you?” He asks.
“Amazing!” I pant, “How about for you?”
“That was great! Shall we make another plan soon?”
“Yes, definitely.”
“Good, do you want to maintain this role play?”
“Oh my gawd, yes please.”
“Alright, let’s talk soon.”
And with that he gets up, pulls his pants and socks on. He disappears from my bedroom. I hear his shoes go on, the apartment door opens and shuts. I am alone in my apartment again.
Asian boi to street hooker Ch. 01 [Mm][humil][interr][exhib][tg]
Hi everyone, my name is Ashley and I am a 25 year old Asian boy who just graduated from college. Growing up, I have never done well in school or sports. Standing at just 5’4, I was often the target of bullies who love to call me a gay faggot. It didn’t help that I have a slim girly body that always attracted the attention of disgusting old men. However, I always told myself that I would eventually have the last laugh. I would get a great job, earn big bucks and sleep with different models every night.
Yet, this couldn’t be further from the truth. It has been six months after graduation and I have not even been invited to a single interview. What’s worse is that the bullies that look down on me have had a great start in their finance careers. I could feel my heart sinking every time I scroll through their Instagram profile and see them hanging out with hot girls in the club. As if that’s not enough, my parents just texted to say they would not be sending me anymore money after this month.
Real Story, Mans Best Friend Puppygirl[F]
I love petplay so much I was with a guy who loved it too and loved exhibition and public play and the humiliation and degradation of making me be a good girl. Was with him when I woke up and he made me fetch him his slippers in my mouth before he came and grabbed me by my hair putting my shock collar on giving me a little taste what was in store if I wasn’t a good girl. After I had made him his breakfast he poured some dog food in my bowl next to him so he could shove my tail plug in as I whimpered like a dog. I was a good girl and he gave me some head pats and brushed my fur, he said you’re going to love the day I have planned for you girl, I barked like a good girl. He then grabbed a leash and attached me to it as he took me outside so I could relieve myself against a tree like a good dog would. Next I was nude with only collar leash tail plug and dog ears, we got in the car and he led me to the vet clinic first where I had my checkup and I was told to hump the receptionist leg. Of course he found a kinky vet who was into this and understanding , the receptionist spanked my ass and said bad girl you’re in heat aren’t you girl wanting to hump whatever you can. The appointment went good and everything was fine I got a milk bone for behaving. Next was so embarrassing we went to a dog park as I was played fetch with and got a nice walk around the park till I had to pee on a tree to mark it as mine. A lot of head pats and ass grabbing happened at the park I was so wet. Finally since I was such a good girl we went to dog store where he bought me a nice treat and the worker said what a cute girl she is, as she said yes who’s a good girl as I barked at her affirming I’m the good girl woof. I loved it so much and since I was good I was able to hump my pillow and cum as I sucked masters special bone before I slept in his feet on the bed.
Lovin’ in the Apocalypse Ch. 11 [Apocalypse, romance, horror, loving wife, flirting, teasing, cheating]
Last time on, Lovin’ in the Apocalypse!
Rachel invited Kelsey over for dinner but was gone when the young woman arrived. Safely behind walls and with hours of alone time, Tom and Kelsey finally take it all the way.
What was Rachel doing during all that adultery? Find out now!
Chapter 11: Guard Duty 2: Electric Boogaloo
Rachel walked to the front gate with a light head and squirming gut. The air was thick from the excitement she felt. It was strange to be this excited and not even be the one getting fucked. But the facts were undeniable. When Rachel pictured Kelsey walking into their cabin and going for Tom, it made her pussy feel like it was on fire. How long would it take before her husband was buried inside that seductress? Rachel would be willing to bet it would not take more than a few minutes. The only thing that could make this better would be a peep hole she could watch them through. She would have to talk to Tom about installing that.
Lovin’ in the Apocalypse Ch.11 [Apocalypse, romance, horror, loving wife, flirting, teasing, cheating]
Last time on, Lovin’ in the Apocalypse!
Rachel invited Kelsey over for dinner but was gone when the young woman arrived. Safely behind walls and with hours of alone time, Tom and Kelsey finally take it all the way.
What was Rachel doing during all that adultery? Find out now!
Chapter 11: Guard Duty 2: Electric Boogaloo
Rachel walked to the front gate with a light head and squirming gut. The air was thick from the excitement she felt. It was strange to be this excited and not even be the one getting fucked. But the facts were undeniable. When Rachel pictured Kelsey walking into their cabin and going for Tom, it made her pussy feel like it was on fire. How long would it take before her husband was buried inside that seductress? Rachel would be willing to bet it would not take more than a few minutes. The only thing that could make this better would be a peep hole she could watch them through. She would have to talk to Tom about installing that.
The Real Road Trip Slut, Part 4 [degradation] [group] [bdsm] [impact play] [humiliation] [voyeurism]
Some disclaimers and CWs: Doomy co-wrote this story with me. All impact play, derogatory language and fucking was consensual and negotiated before the scene.
This is also part of a series. [Part 1 is our drive to Las Vegas] (https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t3om19/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_1_mf_exhibitionism/). [Part 2 is our first night in a hotel](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t5ao2p/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_2_mf_degradation/). [Part 3 is the morning and afternoon before](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tworte/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_3_mf_degradation/) Part 4:
“Be polite, whore,” I said. “Look at our guests while I’m hurting you.”
Doomy was the only one naked in the room. Her tight body was on full display, with her legs trapped in a spreader bar and her arms and neck locked into a self-build pillory I call “Mr. Scarecrow.”
It was amusing watching her struggle. She could barely walk, so it was easy to grab her fit body and just toss her to wherever I needed her. No need to ask, at this point she was completely my fucktoy, mindless in her only purpose of serving me.
Our guests were a cute married couple that I met online a couple days before. They were new to swinging and curious about exploring their voyeurism. I wanted a couple to watch as I tied up, spanked and fucked Doomy, and they were eager to say yes.
Watching my ex-girlfriend fuck my coworker [MFM]
Beginning in my early twenties, a now ex-girlfriend and I dabbled in the lifestyle on a few different occasions. This is a story of our first, and one of my favorite encounters.
A couple of years ago, I [M26 at the time] was training a new coworker [M29 at the time]. Let’s call him Adam. We found out we had a lot in common and began hanging out after work occasionally. My girlfriend at the time, let’s call her Kylie [F24 at the time], had a second shift job so I didn’t see her much until the weekend and I hadn’t gotten the opportunity to introduce them yet. One night, after work, Adam and I decided to go have a few beers at a nearby bar for happy hour. We ended up having more drinks than usual and it was getting pretty late. We were both a little intoxicated and began talking about girls. Adam confided in me that he hadn’t dated a girl since he was 19. I inquired further and found that not only had he not dated anyone, he hadn’t even hooked up with anyone since that time. He said this girl really broke his heart and he never really got back out there and just stayed busy with work and his other interests. We talked a bit more before deciding to call it a night. I got home around 10pm and Kylie got back from work a bit after midnight. After walking through the door, Kylie plopped down next to me on the couch, we put on some random sit-com we’d watched a million times, and got to talking about our days. I told her about what Adam had said.