Lucie: Deadly Pleasures: Part 3 and Part 4 [Str8] [Bi] [Gay] [Les] [bdsm] [inc] [sci-fi] [nc] [violence] [snuff] [bloodplay] [gore]

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Turning someone into a vampire is not a simple matter of swapping blood. There has to be intent. There also has to be actual death involved. So in order to make a vampire, I have to drink the subject, I have to give him or her my blood, and I have to kill them, all while wanting the turning to happen. I can break their necks, or shoot them, or hang them – it doesn’t matter, really – but the simplest and neatest way to do this is to just drain them of their blood.

If you don’t kill the subject, but follow all the other steps – with intent – then there still will be a transformation, but what you will end up with is a ghoul, not a full vampire. Ghouls also need blood to survive, but they don’t get all the perks the vampires do. They don’t grow sharp retractable incisors, they don’t have our mesmerism or superstrength, and the aversion-to-sun cure doesn’t actually work on them. Their minds also cannot really handle the blood thirst, and they lose their sanity very rapidly. All in all, ghouls are an unnecessary mess. Very few vampires keep them around. We are allowed to create as many as we want as they usually die out within a few months, but we usually have no reason to. (This is unlike making new vampires, where we have to request permission from the vampire lords, and may not get one for several decades. And yes, we do have vampire lords – they are in charge of running our vampire utopia.)

Lucie: Deadly Pleasures: Part 1 [Str8] [Bi] [Gay] [Les] [bdsm] [inc] [sci-fi] [nc] [violence] [snuff] [bloodplay] [gore]

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*This is my beautiful show*

*And everything is shot in slow motion*

*-*Marilyn Manson, “*Slo-mo-tion*”

My name is Lucie. I was nineteen years old when I died.

My maker’s name was Valentine – a cliche name, for sure, but vampires who began their un-life in the nineties and early two thousands tended to go for these. Vlad, Lestat, Spike, Kraven – pop-culture galore. I’m not judging; these names make more sense than using their given names. Vampire Bob? No way.

My maker shouldn’t really concern you though. He’s dead. I killed him while I was riding him, right at the moment when he came inside of me. He turned into a pile of ash, and I finished myself off with the handle of the stake I used to kill him. I rubbed his ash all over my body. It was fun.

What should concern you is this: in the mid-nineties, a cabal of more progressive vampires began researching something that would change the world forever – a cure to our aversion to sun. The cure involved some breeding programs, gene alteration, and magic. They would breed humans to birth genetically altered babies, and these babies would be turned when they reached an appropriate age. They thought that these progenies would take care of them. But we – for I was one of them – were an ungrateful bunch.

[M]y Girl[F]riend’s Sexual Awakening 3 [Incest]

Sarah had her sexual awakening, in [part 2]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dfim26/my_girlffriends_sexual_awakening_2/) we had a foursome and I watched her get fucked by another mans bigger cock and it turned me on enough for me to fuck the other man’s wife. We had been having sex a lot more and really getting into it, even letting Mark and Hannah come over again so we could fuck as a group.

I was led into a room wearing a blindfold, my girlfriend Sarah had taken my hand and led me into the bedroom. I laid on my back as she pulled down my shorts and took my already hard cock in her mouth. She begun sucking me hard and fast almost to make me cum straight away, “baby, don’t make me cum to fast” I said almost pleading with her. I felt my orgasm build and I came hard, I felt Sarah’s lips on my shaft as I came so it must have gone on her face. “Oh Sarah, I wanted to fuck you so bad” I said a little bit disappointed, then she straddled me and sat on my cock, still with cum dripping down it she lowered herself down and started riding it. She felt tighter than usual, I reached out and grabbed her tits, they seemed bigger. My blindfold slipped down and I wasn’t fucking Sarah I was fucking her younger sister Katie. My cock was throbbing, worriedly I looked around the room, Sarah was sitting in a chair watching us, fucking herself with the 7 inch dildo I had bought her. She started moaning louder and Katie was now moaning too. “What the fuck are you two up to?” I asked with no reply from either of them.

Helping My Sister with Revenge Photos [incest, anal, CIM, ATM]

By Rodney Robertsen
My sister Joy looked pretty bummed out and pissed off when I walked into the living room. She was glaring at her phone and alternating nasty looks with some head shaking and teeth clamping, some guttural sounds and other signs of anger. She was older than me by two years, enrolled in community college in our town, while I was finishing my senior year of high school. Both of us lived with my parents, but didn’t see each other all that much because we had widely disparate schedules. I was gone early and out doing school and sports related stuff almost every single day, while she slept in and then was off to her part time job at the grocery store and then evening classes at the college.
Overall, the two of us were pretty close. I always though she was super cute, even if she was my sister. She was skinny but busty, like our mom, and had long brunette hair. Joy had a beautiful face, and had been a local model for some TV commercials at one point, based on her looking fine. Right now she wasn’t pretty though, as she frowned up at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting down beside her.
“My boyfriend cheated on me with that whore Stephanie.” She said, glowering. “And he fucking had the nerve to tell me that she sucks his cock better than me.”
“That’s lame,” I said. “She’s a pig.”
“Oh, she totally is. She’s so fat. But I know what’s going on- she’ll suck him off whenever he asks, and she lets him fuck her ass too.”
“How do you know that?” I asked, a little perplexed.
“Because he always wanted to fuck my ass, and I wouldn’t let him,” said Joy, looking over at me with a “Duh” expression on her face. “He’s a fucking perv. I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t hurt me with his cock in my butt, so I told him no.”
“Um, that’s a little more than you need to tell me, Sis.” I said.
“Oh shut up. We talk about everything. You were telling me just yesterday how you jerked off in your car in the parking lot that one time.”
I chuckled. “Damn, I wish I hadn’t said that. But fine, feel free to tell me. Do you not like being fucked in the ass?”
My sis looked over at me. “I do like it, and that’s what’s totally whack about this. I would have let him put his cock in my ass if he had just been patient. And I was happy to suck his cock any time, if he just had the balls to ask. But he was just a fucking pussy, getting all shy around me. So he broke up and now he found a fat, ugly slut that doesn’t intimidate him, and will do anything he says.”
“Well, sounds like he’s getting what he deserves.” I said. “He’s a fucktard anyway. I think he ate paint chips when he was younger. You’ll find someone better.”
“I know, but I want him to fucking hurt,” said Joy, spitefully. “I was thinking about sending him some pictures of me, sexy ones, with a caption like ‘You gave this up for that fat cow.’”
“That would be funny,” I said. “Well, I need to get upstairs and start my homework.”
“Would you help me take the pictures?” Joy said. “That way it won’t be an obvious selfie.”
I shook my head, looking over at my sexy sister. “Don’t you think that would be weird and awkward?”
“No, I don’t.” she said. “It’s just posing some pictures. You won’t be in them, and if you see me naked, I don’t care. It’s not like you’re going to tell anyone, right?”
I shook my head. My cock was a little thicker in my pants. “Of course not. I’d keep the secret. But don’t you have another guy that can do this for you?”
Sis stood up. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and her legs looked slim and smooth. “Nope,” she said. “I don’t have anyone else. And I don’t want a stranger looking at my tits and cunt.”
“Cunt?” I asked. “So you mean dirty pictures.”
“Come on, I’ll show you.” Joy grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway and into her bedroom. She locked the door behind us. She played with her smartphone a bit and handed it to me. The camera was on.
“I’m going to strip and be sexy. I want you to snap away. And try to forget I’m your sister, ok? As far as you are concerned, I’m a slutty model that wants to take some dirty pictures.”
I gulped and nodded. “And take off your shirt at least,” Joy said. “If I’m getting naked, you should be bare chested.” I pulled off my own shirt, revealing my rippling pecs and six pack abs, features I worked hard to acquire through workouts and diet.
“Very nice,” Joy said. “Now me.” Without further ado, she pulled her t-shirt off over her head. Her large tits were in a pink bra, which she reached behind her back and unsnapped, and then her bra fell away, and those perfect large globes of flesh bounced free. Her nipples were dark and standing up. “Take pictures,” she said, lifting her hair up behind her head, and turning around, giving come hither looks at me. I snapped away, taking a dozen pictures of her full above-the waist, and then zooming down to capture a tit and nipple.
“Gimme your hand. Get this in the picture.” Said Joy, grabbing my left hand and pulling it against her tit. Her flesh filled my palm, so warm, and the nipple so hard against my grip. I squeezed it, then with a thumb and finger I rolled her nipple, and continued to snap away with the camera in my right hand. “Yes, “ said Joy. “I’ll bet that looks sexy.
Then Joy moved back to her bed, sat down on the edge, and pulled off her shorts. She had no panties on, which didn’t surprise me, and there was her beautiful pussy, with just a tuft of hair up above the top of a vertical pink slit. I snapped pictures, starting back a few feet away, and then zooming in to her pussy. “Very sexy,” I told her. “You have a nice cunt.”
“Watch this,” said Joy. She edged back on the bed, and spread her legs wide in a graceful move, and then with her fingers, pulled her pink cunt all the way open, showing the wet pink flesh inside. I kept snapping pictures. I must have made a 100 by this time.
“Ok, brother, don’t say no. I want you to get a picture of your fingers going into my hole.” Joy said, as she used one hand now to hold open her cunt, and her other one to rub on her clit. I nodded, and with my left hand, slowly set it on her pussy, continuing to take pictures. My cock was really hard in my pants now, and I know that Joy could see it.
My fingers just slid into her wet cunt, and I couldn’t believe how juicy she was. Joy moaned and humped against my hand, pushing the fingers farther into her. I snapped away picture after picture. “These are fucking hot,” I told her. Joy moaned and made a little crying sound, and then she was cumming, her body shuddering. A river of girl cum squirted out on my hand.
I stood back, snapping pictures of her whole body now, legs spread, cunt dripping, tits heaving, looking up at me. “OK, you have some hot pictures now, Sis.” I said.
“I want some with your cock in it. Don’t make me beg. Please just pull those pants down.”
She didn’t have to beg. I loosened my pants and let them drop. I was still snapping pictures with her phone as my long cock popped out of my pants. Joy sat up and clambered to the edge of the bed, smiling sexily and joyfully, opening her mouth, and then without even touching it with her hands, just impaling her mouth on my dick, taking me all the way into her throat, until her lips were touching my pubes. The whole time she kept her eyes open, looking up at me as I snapped pictures of this. Then Joy pulled back and began stroking me and licking at my balls like a slut, making a big production of a spit covered blowjob, stroking my cock, sucking on the head, juggling my balls, spitting on everything, moaning, begging with a slutty voice for my cum. You’ve seen blowjobs like that in porn movies, and my sister was giving one to me as I snapped pictures of it, knowing it was going to really piss off her ex.

[MF] [step-incest] [webcam] my sister found a way to make easy money… Part 2

You can read part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dvib8x/mf_stepincest_webcam_my_sister_found_a_way_to/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share
Short recap/introduction.
I’m really close with my step sister. Some days ago it was her 18th birthday. The next day I found her camming to make some money. It all looked quite harmless, but will that remain…?

The next day (Birthday+3). My sister’s door was closed again, and when I walked to the door I could hear her talk in her room. But it was too unidentifiable to make some sense of what she was saying. I waited til she finished talking and knocked on the door. This time it took a bit longer than previous days before she got to the door. When she opened the door she grabbed my arm and pulled me in her room.
“All right listen! I muted the chat, so no one can hear us” In her eyes was the same excitement as when she told me about the side.
“You won’t believe it, but I made around 250 dollar this morning! So in the past 3 hours or so. That means I roughly made 80 dollar an hour!”
– “What? Surely you must be kidding”
“I’m not kidding and don’t call me Shirley”

Helping my Cousin Perfect her Stripper Dancing [dancing; incest]

By Rodney Robertsen

I was lounging around the living room of my parents’ house one afternoon, a little sweaty from just having mowed the lawn in the sun, thinking about a shower, but not quite motivated yet to do it. At the prime age of 19, I still lived with my parents; this made sense, because I was enrolled full time at the local community college, getting some of my basic credits in on the cheap. Mom and Dad didn’t charge me rent, and in return I kept the lawn and gardens crisp and clean, the windows washed, the garbage taken out, and any other random chores that Mom was fond of assigning me. All in all, it was a sweet deal for me, since I had my own room in an otherwise unoccupied basement, and could study, game, or fuck to my heart’s content.

Speaking of fucking, I hadn’t done a lot of that for a few weeks, ever since my now-ex-girlfriend Tiffany had dropped the boom on me, calling me a loser and breaking up with me. “You might have a big cock,” she said, “but you’re boring and unmotivated. Community college? For fucks sake.” Then she promptly started dating some greasy auto mechanic. You know, whatever.

Toad Story [diary] [toads] [MF] [MFFF] [incest] [fiction]

**Author’s Note:** Literary license has been applied in the writing of this story. Some of the events depicted may not be factually correct in regards to toads. Most importantly, no toads were harmed in the making of this story :)

 

Dear mental diary,

I think I screwed one of my daughters yesterday. She kept calling me daddy while I banged her fuck hole really good. Don’t worry. It happened between consenting adults.

What position? Regular mating, but I went to pound town on that cunt. Nursing a sore pussy with a lazy smile on her face, she told me she’d send word when the eggs hatch, so I could see my progeny swimming about.

I told her straight up, “Girl, if you really are my daughter, you don’t want me seeing the grandkids *you’ve* given birth to. You know how fucked up that would be? Most likely, I get there and they’re all grown up – who gives a shit about some old toad anyway?”

To which she responded, “Yay! Then we can have a big family orgy to celebrate!”

[ROLEPLAY PARTNER NEEDED] [F4M] Passionate roleplay

Hi everyone,

I’m looking for a casual roleplay partner. No, I’m not looking for 6 or 7-liners, I barely write that much myself. In fact, I’m a one-liner. Three-liner at the very most.

# I’m looking for

* someone that can write words correctly
* someone that is straight forward but does not appear all horny
* someone that respects my desires for slow sex
* someone that skips story, I’m not into that
* someone aged 18-24
* someone that puts some effort into their grammar AND punctuation

# I’m **not** looking for any of the following

* incest
* rape
* ageplay
* knifeplay
* older guys
* underage people

# My profile

* Name: Lexi Reek
* Age: 22
* Gender: Female
* Position: Switch
* Roleplay method: Chat

^(Post may be edited at my own discretion.)

Upstairs – A MILF Fantasy – Part II – “Serious Fucking” (Part I was posted earlier today).

By J.K. Jones

Emily’s hand in mine was smooth, slim and warm, and pulsing with life as she almost dragged me up the stairs to the second floor of her house. Her sexy ass was bouncing right in front of me, her legs long, smooth, naked. I could smell the heady aroma of a turned on woman, with a tinge of alcohol. Her hair was long, thick, and showed signs of recent brushing, less wild than ten minutes ago when she had come rolling in drunk and disheveled from a night of drinking with girlfriends and fending off creeps.

Emily turned her face as we arrived at her bedroom door, and her beautiful large brown hazel eyes flashed with lust and urgency. Pragmatically, I noticed that during the five minutes she had been upstairs, she had touched up her make up. So the act of letting her robe slide to the door to show me her fine, naked, aerobics-built ass and legs, and asking me if I wanted to go upstairs with her, as spontaneous as it had seemed, was probably something of a planned seduction. However, it had worked with acute efficiency.

Can’t Resist My Step Mother’s Huge Jugs [incest, cheating]

Our family was going on vacation together to Hawaii. We were flying together from Seattle, but my father was on a business trip in the Midwest. My stepmother Jennifer and I flew to Seattle and were planning to rendezvous with Dad in the morning, meeting him as he flew in from Omaha, and then the three of us would hop on the plane to Kona.

Jennifer and I arrived in Seattle midafternoon the day before, and both of us noticed the crowds at the airport. “Holidays, I guess,” my stepmother said, shrugging her shoulders and grinning at me. She was a short, curvy lady of vaguely 40 years, with long flowing brown hair, flashing blue eyes, and a wicked smile that hinted of things that I never allowed myself to think about. She was dressed in comfortable travelling clothes- yoga pants over her shapely legs, and a t shirt and hoody that didn’t do much to conceal her very large breasts. In fact, sitting beside her in the cramped airplane on the flight in, her boob kept pressing into my arm as we flew, pretty much any time either of us moved. It felt nice, but I made a show of moving away from her the first time it happened. She sighed and looked at me. “Sorry I keep touching you. Dangers of flying. Better you than him.” And she rolled her eyes at the guy on the other side of her seat, so obese fat fuck. She leaned in to me and whispered. “So just expect me to be half in your seat the whole trip, love. I really don’t want to touch that guy.” I grinned and nodded, and she leaned into me unabashedly, her breast smashing around my arm. “You do feel nice.” Jennifer whispered. “Strong young muscles. I wish your father had those.” I chuckled, flexed my arm a little so she could feel it, then went back to my book.