Father/daughter in Future Post-apocalyptic Society [Mf] [inc] [fantasy]

November 29th, 2320

Today is my birthday. But it’s not just any birthday; it’s my 15th birthday. In Pachem, where I live, this is very special. Today is the day I start my transition from girl to woman. Over the next three years, I will learn everything I need to know in order to maximize my contribution to the fatherland and to my community. Mother will teach me how to run a household. I’ll be taught the feminine wisdoms of generations passed—or, at least, the wisdoms of the past six generations. Nothing exists from the time before the revolution save for a few myths and legends. Tonight we’ll have a big party. I can’t wait for the dancing and the cake! I’ll finally be allowed to try wine. It’s the most special day in any Pachem woman’s life. And after the party, I’ll have my christening ceremony with Father. No one knows what happens during the ceremony. Once a girl reaches womanhood, she stops attending school. Even if I do see my friends that have started the journey, they’re not allowed to tell me what happens. It’s a secret.

My Frist Time, Twice. Part 3 [mff] [inc]

So when I left off I had two girls infront of me, my girlfriend S and cousin F. We're all there naked on the floor, the girls sat beside one another, I'm lain with my head between S's legs licking her ravinously. At the same time I've just commited to fingering my cousin "F". about 10 minutes ago I let loose my load and I'm to keep the mood until I can recover to start again.

I guess I was focused on the dripping wet snatch infront of me, keeping the rythem of my tongue just right to provoke the best response. I knew the fingers infront of me were my cousins, helping me to pleasure S. occasionally I gave her fingers a lick too, just as I went deep and faster with my fingers in F's intimate place. It seemed to be working, the girls were getting hot, I could hear their moans enforcing each other, sending themselves to a deep erotic wild place.

[F] Recovering sex slave

So I've posted on Reddit before and have had a few accounts. I haven't been on here in a while, but I've found in the past that talking to the Reddit community about my experiences has been therapeutic in a way for me. I just recently turned 20 and am in college. I was involved in a very kinky, I guess sub/dom relationship with my stepdad for almost 4 years. I know it sounds weird that it's my stepdad but he's not my real dad so it wasn't incest. We did a lot of kinky things together over the years and just recently I decided that we shouldn't continue our relationship and it's been hard on me because I got used to the type of sex we had and the things he had me do for so long that normal sex isn't satisfying to me now. the thing is as bad as our relationship was for me psychologically, I loved the way he treated me sexually and the kinky things he did to me. I guess in a way I'm looking for advice on what to do because I know I can't go back to him but I also don't know how to be turned on the way normal people are. I'm also open to talking more about my relationship with him if you message me. Thanks for the support :)

Daddy’s Little Princess Grows Up – Part 2 [Mf, inc, oral]

As soon as I told my daddy that I was sure about what we were about to do, he pulled me down and started to kiss me again. It didn’t even take a little warm up, our kiss started off just as hot as our last one left off. I was straddling his waist, my young, wet pussy pressed up against his cock; I couldn’t help but move on him. He was so hard and felt amazing rubbing up and down my bikini clad folds. His hands were rubbing up and down my back, before I knew what was happening; he pulled the string that tied my top together. It loosened instantly, only hanging from my neck. His hands moved to the front of my body and gently became full of my plump breasts. My nipples instantly beaded up under his hands as they gently squeezed and massaged my perky globes.

Daddy’s Little Princess Grows Up – Part 1 [Mf, inc]

It was the day after I finished high school when my life changed dramatically. I don’t mean the whole “Welcome to the real world” crap either. I’m going to share this naughty secret with you, but first, here is a little background…When I was younger, my mom used to travel a lot for work. My graduation was no different. She had made it home to see it, but was gone the next day for two weeks. Needless to say I spent most of my youth with my dad at home. He was great, the best dad a girl could ask for. I’ve always been my daddy’s little princess so, I was, and still am, a little spoiled. All my friends loved him. They all had crushes on him and I knew why. He was a ruggedly handsome older man. He had laugh lines on his eyes adding character to his face, a touch of grey in his hair and a little facial hair. He didn’t keep it long, but more of scruffy, shadowy look. It was HOT!! I think it make him look younger and added a little bit of a bad boy look to him. He dressed in most of the newer fashions and OMG he always smelled AMAZING!!!! My friends would always stay the night at my house on the weekends. They talked a lot about what he looked like naked and were always joking about fucking him. They were all to chicken to try, so I usually silenced all their stupid talking. I mean, he is my dad after all, what was I supposed to say? “Yeah, he’s hot, I’d fuck him.”…They would have thought I was crazy!

My first time, twice [Part 2] [mff] slightly [inc]

Part 2 So we’re standing there in the garage, the three of us; my girl S, my cousin who needs a name for this part so we’ll call her F, and me. Read part one for what has just happened, but anyway my legs are feeling a bit weak and I’m happy-tired. I have my arm still around S and I hold her tight to me. It feels so nice to have her warm supple body naked against mine, she’s wet from sweat and F’s tongue had coursed around her body only moments ago. also I need to lean on her a bit for support, I always want to lie down after blowing my load. My cousin F is also there, I guess any other person would feel awkward but she’s just fine. The only one of us wearing clothes. She’s got on a plain white summer dress, I can’t see a bra below that, and her sky blue panties were already tossed on the floor. After what just happened, she’s pretty content with herself. She’s looking curiously at my now semi flaccid and holding it gently with her tiny hands. She really does have small hands, not like freakish, but they look good around my cock. She’s intrigued by it, properly curious about this strange piece of me. (she would tell me later that her sheltered childhood had never given her the idea of what a penis looks like, does, why it’s different to her). So I try to focus attention on my girl S for a bit, I’m sure she’s not happy that our first time together was entered by F. I start kissing her neck in the way she likes, I pull her back to the slap dash bed setup, and try to get her to lie down with me. I guess she can’t act normal with F there doing nothing but watching awkwardly. “Hey F, you can’t tell anyone about this ok?” S says as she gently pushes against my advance. “Oh never, I wouldn’t dream of it” F just can’t talk like a normal person. “Well you can’t just stand there watching” retorts S, I think she’s a bit hostile. “Oh yea I guess I’ll go, leave you now” F stammers out. It felt idiotic that she was self-conscious now , so I quipped “I think it’s a bit late for that now. S and I were both standing there fully naked not even trying to cover ourselves. But there was a feeling of “what’s meant to happen in this situation?” about the place. “You can stay but you have to be naked” S said in an unusually commanding voice. The two girls stared at each other for a second, then F glanced and me and back to S. There was a meaning there something like “get undressed infront of him?”, Which is odd given what she had just done 10 minutes ago, but she is all messed up with personal boundaries. S continued to stare so F started unzipping the dress. I have to say it was arousing in an innocence corrupting way. She was the opposite of S in body, slim and pert, compared to busty and curvy. I like both equally. She stood cupping her erect nipples, with her pussy still obviously wet, below a recently shaved bare panty line. As she was undressing I was thinking that I’ve got to keep the atmosphere energetic, arousing and spontaneous or it would get weird fast. I was holding S close to me, and I slid my hand down by the back of her legs and up into her gap. With luck she wasn’t against it, and stil moist but I felt I would lose that soon. With that good signal I just went for it, I turned to S and picked her up, both legs around me. Got in some passionate kissing and gyrating. I moved her down toward the bed, and lay her down. I knew I had to give myself more time, so after a moment I started kissing her neck, then her nipples, then waist (where she likes it). I was working my way for some cunnilingus thinking that would solve two problem, but only if S was still up for it. I had completely ignored F at this point, but I had a feeling that she wouldn’t go anywhere. To my surprise I notice her walk around us and sit slightly behind beside S. I can’t really stop licking, I’m really working the clit at this point and S is enjoying it. So F is basically propping up S to take strain off her hands, while at the same time I’m sure she’s touching herself. A friend indeed. I take it that she’s staring right at me the whole time and that gets her hot. It seems like this is working, everyone is into it and S is occasionally spasmming so I’m doing well. I think they might have been kissing and sharing fingers, I’m not paying attention anymore. That goes on for some many minutes then F repositions herself beside S and now I know they’re helping each other, that is definitely F’s small hand working this pussy with me. It’s a bit awkward in this new position, too many legs facing me. But I’m just here to please and it seems so is everyone else. S and F at sitting beside each other now making a W with their legs I guess. I didn’t realize I at the time so when I moved my hand around to grab S’s ass I grab a handful of F’s upper thigh. I hear a jolt of surprise but it’s also happy in tone. I can’t rip my hand away so guess leave it there for a bit then continue to the ass as planned. All this time I’m doing my best work with my tongue on S, she’s got one hand on the back of my head dictating the rhythm. Then my hand which is tentatively placed on my cousins thigh gets a bit of a push. A push in toward her trap. I don’t want to forcefully fight against it, and I don’t know whose hand is moving me that way. I cautiously move with the push until just my pinkie finger touches the soft wet intimate skin. I hesitate for a second, it’s my cousin after all. But one of these two girls has just gestured me in. I am frozen, I’m making a big decision here but if I hesitate any longer S will know something’s wrong. My tongue isn’t moving. I have to go for it. Simultaneously my tongue and fingers plow into these two wet vaginas in front of me, and in response I get an echo of moans. End of Part 2

How the ghost of Adolf Hitler helped me to become a better person and fuck my sister [inc] [MF] [oral]

I often wonder what a person's last moments look like.

Does their life flash before their eyes, like all those cliched accounts in movies and books and bad sex stories tell me?

Is there a white light that feels warm and fuzzy?

Do you actually feel anything? Is the moment long, or is it short? Is it true that you actually shit yourself one last time in the moment of your death?

It's different for everyone, I guess. Hitler certainly didn't feel anything like that.

"I didn't see anything special, no white light, no angels, no flashes of my life. I was there, and then I was gone. Like the dust of an Untermensch in the wind." the former chancellor of Germany told me when I asked him about it once, and maybe now it's time to explain a few things.

Oedipus takes a Train Part II [mF] [inc] [Mdom] [Fdom]

Day 7

Today they have reached a sort of balance. They are in physical contact a lot during the day. To others they are getting along very well but not to the somewhat disturbing heights of earlier in the trip.

Diana comes out of the shower to find him sprawled on the couch in a robe. He got in the shower first and has been waiting patiently reading a book. When she enters the little room he grins.

"I think I need your help mom." he says sounding rather earnest.

"Oh? With what love?"

He moves and loses the robe. Laying flat on the couch. His cock slightly quivering on his belly. Naked of course.

"I think I need a hand." he says and cannot suppress the grin.

She looks at him and there is a deep, twisty, hot shiver. A wave of lust. She licks her lips and drops the robe and towel on the floor. Kneeling by him she looks at his hands and up at his face. He puts his hands behind his head. She nods and strokes one finger very lightly over his dick.

The White Guy [Prostitution, Incest]

The White Guy

The last white man I fucked was my husband. It was some time in 2012 and things were already strained with us. It was after that night that I told my lover and owner, Clarence, that I didn’t want to sleep with white men any longer. It felt weird. Not bad, not good. Just weird.

Scroll forward three years. I live with Clarence. I’ve slept with a lot of black men in between. Occasionally, a couple of times a year, he whores me out. Usually through his friend Rolly, who’s an actual pimp. This time though, things went a little differently. Clarence gave me the address himself and said, “One more thing. This guy is white.”

It started a fight between us. We don’t fight often and I’m not going to go into the details here. The point is, Clarence won. In the end, we both agreed that his rules, his desires were more important that my preferences.

[Mf][inc] Contract 1: Simon Greene – Part 2

(Note to readers: I am planning on producing one post every week, so technically, this came a bit early. Got excited with working with this concept. Hope you all enjoy what Part 1 was building up to. Please refer to this account for links to my stories, I don't plan on posting anything else with this account.)

It was all passionate at first, I had made myself sound sincere enough that Jennifer believed that this was an act of love rather than lust. After having made that 'confession' I let her roll over underneath me. It was quite an awkward maneuver, but it does let me do my magic. We kissed fervently, I could feel her lips trembling in both excitement and nervousness. I place my hand on the side of her head, with my thumb on her temple, I could hear her thoughts on the surface.