CONVERTIBLES – PART 2 [MDom][Fsub][no sex – yet][fantasy]

I can’t hide the smile spreading across my face hearing those two words. And not just the words themselves, but the warmth and praise behind them. They make both my heart and cheeks pink up. My soul is beaming with glee as you take my hand and have us walking toward the display of carrots. Some are staked in bags, some gathered in bunches and then some laid out in a big jumble of individual carrots. It’s the last part of the display we’re on our way to. My pink cheeks becoming redder again with each step closer. The more I see the carrots coming into view the more the rush surges to my head and makes tingles go all through my core. The embarrassment of my excitement making my lust stronger.

[A4A] First Doctors Visit [18+] [Age] [Rape]? more like [Naive] [Coercion] [First Time] [Doctor] [MDom] [Fsub] [Sex] [Checkup]

I’m nervous. This will be my first ever physical checkup. My parents were the type of hippies who didn’t believe in vaccinations, and doctors, and the government. We lived out in the woods, away from others, without modern technology and the internet. It was a simple life, we ate what we grew, and we all pitched in to help out. But that life just wasn’t for me. I could never stop myself from wondering what was out there, what I was missing. I didn’t have much to go on, but my brothers would tell me stories, meant to scare me away from the world, but all it did was make me curious. So, when I turned eighteen and my parents weren’t allowed to make me stay, I applied to college. I didn’t get in the first time because I didn’t have papers, or transcripts, or any of the needed paperwork to apply to college, but my mom helped me out behind my dads back. She grew up in the world, was a regular gal until she met my dad, so she knew all the proper ways to handle getting me into college, plus it didn’t hurt that even with my upbringing I’d always loved to read and was very smart already.

CONVERTIBLES – PART 1 [MDom][Fsub][no sex – yet]

We step into the store, a puff of warm air hitting us briefly in the face as we walk through the sliding doors and are met by the bright light and the toasty atmosphere, a contrast to the winter cold we’ve just stepped out off.

I unzip my coat as your slow pace start to guide us into the store. I’m warm enough as it is, my cheeks have gotten redder with every new step towards the store and now I feel like I’m burning up. You turn your head back towards me while you walk past the front store decorations not picking up a basket like usual, well we’re only here for one thing after all. “Maybe we’ll get two,” your nonchalant and teasing words from earlier play in my ears. Images form in my mind making me blush even more and sending tingles through my core. I see that playful smirk spreading across your face undoubtedly knowing the thoughts running through my head.

Mom and the Police Officer P2 [MF] [MDom] [Humiliation] [Public] [Incest]

WARNING

THIS IS GRAPHIC MATERIAL MEANT FOR AGES 18 AND ABOVE. CONTAINS FETISHES: STRIP SEARCH, BLACKMAIL, INCEST, NON-CON, FORCED TO STRIP, FORCED EXHIBITIONISM, HUMILIATION, EMBARRASSMENT, ABUSE OF AUTHORITY.  ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

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**Ch.1**

***Parker***

Life was normal. Dad returned from his business trip and the incident between mom and the police officer was never mentioned. Oddly enough, Carl and I didn’t talk much about it either. The school was abuzz the next day as the rumors flew. And then that talk stopped too. It was as if everyone felt the ordeal to be a bit too real, maybe a bit too tragic, to discuss it openly.

Mom was clearly shaken up. She remained that way for about a week. Dad noticed but mom shrugged it off as an “odd mood.” It wasn’t like there was really any behavior change in her. She just remained more subdued than normal. Her outfits changed too.

Chained and Spanked Mother, Ch. 8 [inc, M/s, BDSM, slow, mdom, spank, rough, oral]

Chained and Spanked Mother, ​ by DiscipleN ​ ​

. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . . ​ ​
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Chapter 8

Tommy grabbed his prick and fought its urge to leap into his mother’s spread slit. What if she was dry? He would have to make her wet, somehow. Licking her pussy, like Robert had, wasn’t his style. He tested her hairy vulva with the tip of his desperate cock. He found moisture there, but maybe not enough. Sliding it up and down he found her inner hole quickly. Fucking from behind must be easier than his brother’s way. Tommy grinned for being smarter. Again, he felt wetness in the resisting entrance to his mother’s womb. At that point, his cock and brain were so hot, he no longer cared. He bucked his prick into the damp hole.

His mother shouted with all her voice. “AAAAAAAA!!!!” It’s too dry, Tommy!” The prick lodged halfway in her cunt.

Lunch Break [Mdom][Fsub][Control][Exhibitionism]

She notices him looking at her, from across the lobby, as she was about to start her lunch. He was staring straight at her, as if undressing her, with his eyes. She feels naked in front of him, in this moment, and she is revelling in it, while people milled around her. She began fantasizing about all the things she would do if given the chance, with him, despite the throngs of people. In fact, she has often wondered, where her depravity would lead her if her simple gave in to her deepest desires. While others continue to sit and consume their lunch, she imagines him bending her over her chair, in front of them, and sliding his hand up her back. “Dare I?” she wonders to herself. As she sits there, wanting him more with every passing moment.

 

She takes a deep, slow breath as she walks slowly toward the ladies’ room. His eye contact, remains strong and unbroken. She her head, towards him slightly. Grinning, she ponders, how nice it would be to have her imaginary spontaneous interlude become reality, but she knows it can only be a fantasy.

 

Happy holes – excerpt style erotica [MDom][Fsub][slight-dehumanizing]

I’m on my knees. My dress pulled down my torso exposing my luscious breasts now wearing a few of your bite marks. The dress is still hugging around my waist and falling down to slightly pool around my lower legs pressing into the plush carpet beneath. Its soft and cozy feel easing my sleepiness every morning when my feet hit the ground, though now the thick strands are slowly boring into my delicate flesh. I can already imagine running my fingers over the grooves of the sensitive indentations later.The thought sends a delicious shiver through me. Or maybe the shiver is caused by the heavy groan escaping your lips as you intensely lock eyes with me seeing the lust and mischief there. Either way, a shiver is sent. It runs from the top of my head down my neck and shoulders unto my arms and chest leaving goosebumps along the way. The shiver reaching my already pert nipples making me aware of them again. Aching for your touch and wet bites.I remember back to how your strong hands roamed my body, groping my curves, licking and biting my neck then up my jaw to my earlobe making almost purring sounds come out of me. Your teeth sinking into the soft flesh. Your groan in my ear as your hands reached my breasts and your movements became slower, more teasing, your thumbs circling my nipples through the few thin layers of clothes I was wearing. I remember how you took my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers just after I’d instinctively leaned into your light, luscious touch getting switched out for the slight sting as you pinched my nipples still restricted by my clothing.I moan at the memory and are awarded with the lustfully encouraging sounds coming from you as the vibrations from my mouth dances over the tip of your cock resting between my plump lips eagerly sucking on that sweet spot.My think hair is falling all around me as I take you further into my mouth. I look up at you while I do wanting to see the fire in your eyes as I make my way down your pulsing cock making it disappear into my throat. My hair, however, has other plans. A curtain falls over my eyes and I instinctively moving my arms to push it out of the way forgetting I can’t. The lace of my soft bra adorning my wrist behind my back loosely wrapped around, but still keeping them in place. I groan in irritation, as I want to see you, sending a new set of vibration through your cock.The sound you make making me even wetter. And even wetter still as you teasingly say, “Oh, you wanna see me, do you now?” and I feel your hand move as to push my hair away instead moving more over my face holding it lightly in place, “Holes don’t need to look,” your raw voice echoes in my ears at my mouth reaches the base of your cock. The saliva pooling in my mouth as you touch keeps me in my place a little longer. Water starts to fill my eyes as the gagging becomes harder to hold off and you let go of you light touch just in time for me to move off your cock and gag my spit over your cock as I take deep breaths through my nose.A harsh, lustful “Fuck,” escaping your lips as you move my hair off my face and I’m finally able to look up at you. Your fingers run over my face, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. Caressing me with a tenderness that matches the look behind your eyes, but contrasts the rawness in your voice and your harsh words. “Fucking show me what my fuckhole can do on its own or I’ll show you myself,” you hiss through gritted teeth as I swirl my tongue around the head of your throbbing cock, giving myself a second longer to gather up air, and start the journey back down your shaft. My wet trail from a minute ago still lingering. You buck your hips, though only slightly, to feel me around you even more as your cock hits the back of my throat using myself onto you the best I know. I inwardly beam at my effect on you and how wet being your hole makes me.

Stop, but don’t stop – excerpt style erotica [MDom][Fsub]

“Stop,” I moan as your hand moves up to claim my neck. My heart pounding in my ears to the rhythm of the unstoppable pounding giving away to that sweet spot of the perfect mixture between pain and pleasure. Oh, fuck!“St… stop,” the word barely going up my throat and passed your grip to fall from my mouth without ever making it through my brain. Oh, fuck, I don’t want you to stop for even a second. I’m about to burst. All of my seams coming undone. But fuck, it’s so much. My tied hands behind my back are frantically clawing to get a hold on something, anything. Shit! Shit!Feeling my knuckles turning white as I grab onto the sheets and my own flesh, my nails leaving indents, I’m sure. The pressure is building quicker again. All of my nooks and crannies getting hit perfectly by the rhythmic pounding. Oh my god, that hand, just a simple act, but the power so evident. The connection. You got me under your spell. Shit, yes, that’s it!I don’t even need to look up at you to feel you grinning from ear to ear. I know you’re feeling my body starting to tense up beneath you. Seeing my back arch, my legs going from side to side, my body trying to get away. This feeling is too intense to stay in. But you won’t let me move more than an inch, nothing more than to desperately grind up onto you as your hand not welted in a fierce grip around my throat moves down over my hip and finding that swollen clit of mine. Pressing down and rubbing at double speed as you lean close to whisper in my ear.“My little slut’s gonna cum again, huh?” you teasingly say in a raw, breathy whisper as your clutch on my throat gets tighter, more possessive, and I melt internally as you lick the sweat coming down my temple all the while pushing me further into the mattress.“Huh?” you groan directly into my ear at my silent whimper as you start to go deeper. There’s no way I’ll be able to get anything through my vocal cords at this moment! All I can do is gasp for air, not from the pressure of your hand, but from the intensity of the spell the gesture has put me under. Tears from both the pain and the pleasure are forming in my eyes as I turn to look at you, still trying to find my voice. Fuck so good, so close! And I see your smile shining down on me the second my head turn. Shit! Yes! “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” you groan while staring intensely down at me, taking all of me in.“Pl…p..pl….ple…” I want to say it, but the words won’t form right on my lips, a split-second panic goes through my brain as I feel your grip on my neck disappearing and instead a sharp sting on my cheek from your hand landing here snapping me back to burst out, “PLEASE CAN I CUM, SIR??!!” as I feel your grip returning to its place around my throat putting me back under your spell again.“Oh, such a perfect little slut you are,” I hear that triumphant grin in your voice and feel you lean down to my ear again. Oh my god, fuck, I’m gonna cum! “You wanna cum?” you taunt and I frantically nod, yes-yes-yes, my whimper now almost breaking to a sob as you command, “then you better cum! Now!”

Can’t be ignored – excerpt style erotica [MDom][Fsub][ignoring]

My tongue runs over the rough material of your jeans. The look in my eyes as I gaze up at you are the complete image of need and want. God, I want you so bad! But you just continue to look over your work, the only indication that you sense my presence is when you tilt your head slightly and smile casually down at me, almost like you’re saying “yeah, sure, that sounds nice” without really having heard what was said. Your feigned disinterest sends confusing tingles to my clit. My thong is getting wetter as the minutes tick on to your feigned disinterest that seems to become more real. Are you really not interested? Being on the tip of spiraling is egging me on, wanting me to work harder, show better how much I need you, how much need your attention. My skin is prickling to feel your touch, my ears to hear your voice, but you just continue to look at the papers in your hand.

Chained and Spanked Mother, Ch. 7 [inc, M/ss, BDSM, mdom, spank, rough, oral]

Chained and Spanked Mother,

by DiscipleN

. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . . ​ ​


Chapter 7

Robert pinched the metal clamp open and pulled it off his mother’s inflamed clit. He felt no joy, but he refused to be denied by her. “I can’t fuck you when you’re flailing all over the place, Mom.”

“N-no. No, you c-can’t.” Joan whimpered, thankful for relief from that nightmare clamp.

“Are you going to resist me?”

“Please, I-I won’t, but not that. I can’t stop you. I’m begging, just begging you, to let me satisfy you any other way.”

Despite her incredible torture, Joan’s pride had managed to survive, however pitiful. Robert let go a breath of relief. Their mother would be useless if she became a mindless rag for their pleasure. His brother didn’t quite understand.

Tommy twisted the two clothespins on one of their mother’s nipples. “You stopped sucking me, Mommy.”

Joan yelped, but that once terrific pain paled, compared to her smashed clitoris. “I-I’m sorry, Tommy.” She turned her head back to her youngest son’s jutting cock and sucked it far into her throat. Her head bobbed dutifully.