Riot Fest Hook Up: Starfuckers, INC (part 2 of 3) [MF] (Long)

As Riot Fest approached, sleeping was difficult the night before. For one, I knew I was in store for a few hours of “playtime” before having to head to the concert, and on the other hand, I was going to get to see Nine Inch Nails, one of the bands that shaped my formative years. Every football season, Pretty Hate Machine and The Downward Spiral would be blared to deafening levels as we prepared for our Friday Night Games. And what teenager didn’t absolutely love “Closer”? It’s the epitome of what any teenage boy was looking for in life, finding that perfect girl to fuck the shit out of! Fortunately for me, I’d get to live out the thesis of the song in actuality before (and after) the concert.

[Str8] [fM] [inc] Dad, me and my lovely Papa.

I sit at the dinner table, silghtly quivering from the anxiety, the nervosity. I mustn’t let dad know about what I was truly doing tonight. He mustn’t know that I know the truth, that he is not my biological father.

If he were to know that I know, he would start asking questions, how I knew, if I had visited my real father, and sooner or later I would tell him everything. Dad always told me to trust him with everything, but I know that knowing the truth would break his sensitive heart, and I fear how he would react to it.

To him, my plans of the evening were as follows: I would eat dinner, give Dad and Mom a little farewell kiss, then I would walk over to my friend Audrey’s house for a little slumber party. All girls, of course, though the odd remark from my mother came off as if she expected me to be lesbian.

What does it all mean? [STR8] [MFmf] [nc] [Fsub] [MDom]

Hello funsters,

 

This started out as a series of roleplay prompts, then they started linking up nicely together, Butt-Atlas style. I decided that it could serve as it’s own stand-alone story, or at least the first chapter of each.

 

All of these stories are full of women being Dominated, humiliated, used, and/or abused, some willing, some less so. There are also smattering of romance, and affection, or at least friendship that is being slowly twisted into something more.

 

And, Also, there is quite a lot of Daddy/daughter style incest, or DD/lg style D/s dynamics.

 

And it gets a little violent toward the end.

 

I think that’s warning enough. Enjoy! Feedback appreciated.

**Happy Endings.**

 

Ascending is difficult. Not because of the physical exertion – as steep as the incline is, I can handle that. I’m well-rested enough. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep, were it not for the help of booze and medication, but it got me there. It’s the destination that puts me off, even though I know this his to be done.

 

[M][M] Our little secret.

A few months ago, at the start of summer, my cousin turned eighteen. I’m a few years older than him. Don’t worry, we’re step cousins, no incest here. He’s a nice kid, sheltered, innocent, and kindhearted. I’ll call him Isaiah.

Isaiah and I were always very close, ever since we were kids. Being a little older, and considerably more mature, I became a mentor and older brother kind of figure. We shared secrets with each other that we’ve never told anyone else. He confessed to me that he was bisexual, but he could never tell his conservative fundamentalist Christian nutjob parents.

In the past before he was eighteen there was an attraction between us. I never acted on it because he was too young. I hope that doesn’t seem too weird.

He and his kid brother were staying over at our house while the parents were looking after grandma who was in the hospital. This was the week after his birthday.

We were on my pc playing a game when he worked up the nerve to ask if we could look up porn. His internet was tightly controlled at home, so he never got to experience it really. His brother was watching tv in the main room so I said he could, he was eighteen now anyway.

Morals or Money? [mF] [Inc] [Exh]

((This was written in the form of comments in r/DirtyWritingPrompts, which would explain the formatting and 10k character limit between the parts. But I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it.))

**Prompt: Mom and son volunteer to be contestants on a controversial game Show, in which they must perform increasingly sexual acts for big cash prizes**

(Part 1)

“Uh oh, is Jimmy getting a boner?!”

A blaring alarm rang as red strobe lights bathed the set of Morals or Money?. The sound of the klaxon was drowned out only by the cheers of the studio audience. The charismatic but ultimately antagonistic host, Dale Dewitt, didn’t help as he egged the audience to be louder, waving his arms and pointing to the contestants. The cameras zoomed in to Jimmy’s face as his eyes clenched shut, then to the only article of clothing he had on: his boxer-covered crotch. It did indeed appear to suddenly look tighter. His mother was standing in front of him, her own eyes shut tight from embarrassment, as she stood bare-chested before her own son while he had his hands over her ample breasts.

Peeping Neighbor part 4 (mFf) (voy, exh, oral, inc, fantasy)

Jeff woke up with a start. Gold light shone in his windows. He glanced to his clock

*Seven at night*

He got up and looked out his window to the pool. Seeing nothing, he glanced through his video and found nothing there either. He left his room for the kitchen and a bowl of strawberries and reheated a plate of chicken and rice and veggies in the fridge. He then moved to the bathroom looking at the balcony. Nothing there either. He could see some lights inside the house but could not see anyone.

*I wonder what time they will head to sleep?* he thought.

He returned to his room and sat down at his computer and surfed the web watching stupid videos. After ten minutes or so he saw Natasha wearing her thin white tank top, her cutoff shorts and rubber galoshes, walking out of the house past the pool and behind some bushes. A moment later she reappeared with a hose spraying water. He readjusted his camera to capture her in frame. She watered all the trees and flowers and potted plants in the backyard. Periodically from spraying the hose at some of the plants she got her shirt wet. It slowly went completely see-through. He could see everything clearly in her tight white shirt. After watering everything she dropped the hose and wandered behind the bush before returning inside.

Peeping Neighbor part 4 (mFf) (voy, exh, mast, inc, fantasy)

Jeff woke up with a start. Gold light shone in his windows. He glanced to his clock

*Seven at night*

He got up and looked out his window to the pool. Seeing nothing, he glanced through his video and found nothing there either. He left his room for the kitchen and a bowl of strawberries and reheated a plate of chicken and rice and veggies in the fridge. He then moved to the bathroom looking at the balcony. Nothing there either. He could see some lights inside the house but could not see anyone.

*I wonder what time they will head to sleep?* he thought.

He returned to his room and sat down at his computer and surfed the web watching stupid videos. After ten minutes or so he saw Natasha wearing her thin white tank top, her cutoff shorts and rubber galoshes, walking out of the house past the pool and behind some bushes. A moment later she reappeared with a hose spraying water. He readjusted his camera to capture her in frame. She watered all the trees and flowers and potted plants in the backyard. Periodically from spraying the hose at some of the plants she got her shirt wet. It slowly went completely see-through. He could see everything clearly in her tight white shirt. After watering everything she dropped the hose and wandered behind the bush before returning inside.

Peeping Neighbor (mFf) (voy, mast, inc)

Coming home from school became Jeff’s favorite part of the day after his new neighbor moved in. He saw her during her move in the neighboring backyard by chance when he peered out his bedroom window. He watched a tall, thick, wild-haired blonde woman telling movers where to put her wicker chairs and other pool furniture. It was an enormous house, at least 5,000 square feet with expansive grounds. He watched and rarely saw the buxom amazon from his window, catching a glimpse of her only twice again during the last two weeks after school.

Everyday he came home immediately after school and peeped at his neighbor, hoping to catch a glimpse of her and jerk off. But today was different, it was the last day of school for Jeff.

He unlocked his heavy front door and flew upstairs as quickly as possible through the long hallway into his secluded bedroom. From one window he could peer into his neighbor’s backyard where lay a large square pool surrounded by trees and high bushes. No one could see in except for Jeff’s corner window. For the last two weeks of school, Jeff stared out his window after class hoping to spy his neighbor in her garden or her pool or anything for that matter.

Peeping Neighbor (mFf) (voy, mast, inc)

Coming home from school became Jeff’s favorite part of the day after his new neighbor moved in. He saw her during her move in the neighboring backyard by chance when he peered out his bedroom window. He watched a tall, thick, wild-haired blonde woman telling movers where to put her wicker chairs and other pool furniture.

It was an enormous house, at least 5,000 square feet with expansive grounds. He watched and rarely saw the buxom amazon from his window, catching a glimpse of her only twice again during the last two weeks after school.

Everyday he came home immediately after school and peeped at his neighbor, hoping to catch a glimpse of her and jerk off. But today was different, it was the last day of school for Jeff.

He unlocked his heavy front door and flew upstairs as quickly as possible through the long hallway into his secluded bedroom. From one window he could peer into his neighbor’s backyard where lay a large square pool surrounded by trees and high bushes. No one could see in except for Jeff’s corner window. For the last two weeks of school, Jeff stared out his window after class hoping to spy his neighbor in her garden or her pool or anything for that matter.

Kerri and Me Pt. 2 [FF],[FF]

Part 2.

[Synopsis, from Part 1: Kerri’s marriage was collapsing and she thought it was because she was a lesbian. I have been friends with her for years, and for some reason, she chose to come out to me. But I am a slut and she certainly picked the right person to tell. It was serious fun, then it became a whole lot of other things.]

The next few weeks went on, Kerri and I shared each other’s house, bodies, it was a delirious time. We nearly got caught when we weren’t paying attention to the time one day. Luckily we heard the girls banging through the garage before they came into the house. Something held them up, Kerri and I ran to the guest room where whipped her clothes on and went out to meet them. I was dressed in very quick time and when I came out, I saw Kerri at the coffee machine and the girls sitting at the breakfast bar. A close call, our carelessness. Later, the relief of getting away with it hit and we were giggling like the girls.