The Babysitter’s Promotion (Part 3)[MF] [Mdom] [NC] [impreg]

(This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18. This story depicts rape and non-concentual sex. This is not an endorsement of that behavior. ALL REAL WORD SEX SHOULD HAVE ENTHUSIASTIC CONSENT FROM ALL PARTIES.)

“Ugh, unnn, rhaaaa!” The babysitter’s primal roar of orgasmic bliss echoed in our hotel room. Her body collapsed, still convulsing in the throws of ecstasy, onto the motel bed. She had been moved her there after I fucked her in the bathroom to force another orgasm from her. With that goal completed the vibrator that had been held against her cunt was deactivated.

“Why?” She panted out as rational thought slowly reasserted itself.

“Having you orgasm again with my cum still inside you helps increase the chances of fertilization,” I state in a cold, academic tone. “Vaginal contractions help the semen -”

“No,” she cut me off. “Why me, why any of this?”

“I’ve told you. I’m tired of denying my instincts because of societal norms. I want to breed and propagate my genes. You’re fertile, and I know you have good maternal instincts. Why wouldn’t I?”

15 Years Later Ch 21, 22, & 23 [M/F/F/F] [All characters 18+] [Mdom] [Fsub]

# Breaking the Bitch (Kyle)

“Kevin?” Laura and Rachel shout in unison.

Kendra’s too busy basking in the glow of the third orgasm and sucking my cock to react. She probably doesn’t even hear anything we’re saying.

“Quiet.” I take a deep breath, filling my lungs and fighting off the burning ache inside them. “Water. Now.”

Kevin comes out of hiding and actually goes into the kitchen and brings me back a fucking water. He’s wearing pajama bottoms with pictures of Family Guy on them. *Why the fuck would he wear those? Does he just not think about his actions ever?* I have a pair with ninja turtles and a pair with Batman, but they’re jokes. They’re meant to be cute or silly, not manly or sexy. I would never wear them on a night I wanted sex. Simply said, Kevin’s actions continue to confuse me. *What the fuck did Rachel fall for?*

“Now fuck off.” I twist off the lid and guzzle over half the bottle in one go.

Kevin heads up the stairs and hunkers back down in his hiding spot. I realize I don’t actually care if he watches, but I care if I know it.

15 Years Later CH 18, 19, and 20. [M/F/F/F] [Mdom] [Fsub] [All characters 18+]

# Fucking Crazy Women (Kyle)

“Well, it’s something…” Kevin’s words die in his mouth as he checks his rearview mirror.

Without the two of us talking, a soft *smacking* sound and light moans permeate the car.

I whip my head around to see the women are all over each other. Kendra and Rachel have their tongues twisted in a knot while Laura is sucking Rachel’s neck, and her hand, while hidden behind Kendra’s purse, is going into my favorite place on Earth.

Turning back around, I grab the wheel and jerk the car back into our lane right as a fucking oncoming truck blares its horn in passing. I correct the wheel so I don’t smash into the car next to us and hold it steady.

“Get it to-fucking-gether, Kevin! Eyes on the road!” I turn back to the women once Kevin is focused. They’re all wide eyed and not nearly fucking. “And you three! Cut it the fuck out until we at least get home. Shit!”

I exhale and take a couple deep breaths to calm my spiked heartrate. *Fuck! We almost fucking died!* What are these three thinking? I glance back to them over my shoulder. They all straighten in their seats, fixing their dresses or hair.

No Justice, No Peace [F 18+/M 18+/M mid 20’s/M 40’s][D/s, Dubcon, Maledom, Femsub]

Hello! I wrote this story a while ago, and posted it under an old account. I’ve decided to post it again in hopes of getting some feedback! This is the first chapter of, hopefully, a longer story which is why there isn’t very much overt smut included. It’s more of a setup for the evolution of a young woman’s sexual desires.

All characters are 18+

Tags: Maledom, femsub, slapping, choking, orgasm

So if that’s not your thing, I get it. And if it is, please enjoy! Any feedback is welcome. :)

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“No justice, no peace! No racist police! No justice, no peace! No racist police!”

Tony and Clare marched hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder among fellow protesters through a downtown street. Clare felt a swell of pride as the group descended on a statue of Christopher Columbus and listened to one of the organizers deliver an impassioned speech about dismantling racist institutions.

Clare had been apprehensive about going, having seen the news and videos of police brutalizing protesters. However, as the march went on, Clare felt more and more comfortable as her and Tony were surrounded by friendly, peaceful, yet passionate young people. Even the police seemed to be idling by, only observing, seemingly there in case anything got out of hand.

I had my best time in a washroom when i was 19 [FM]

(This turned out longer than I expected, sorry.)

A few years ago, I was on a summer language program in France. I was 19 at the time, now 26 so about 7 years ago. At that point, I had only been in one long term relationship which had been fairly vanilla and which had ended about a month before the program started. I’m fairly shy, so I mostly hung out with the other girls from my university at the language school there (there were lots of people from other universities as well).

Then, I got paired up with a guy, Ben, for a scavenger hunt we had to complete for an assignment. It turned out to be really fun and he asked me out and after a few dates we started going out, with the understanding that it would be only a summer thing since he went to university on the opposite end of the country from me. He introduced me to many of the kinks I love. Perhaps it was the fact that it was a short-term thing, or the disconnection from my “real” life back home, but I ended up exploring a lot sexually with him. Some of the stuff he introduced me to included hair pulling, spanking, master/slave play, and maledom/femsub in general.

Fantasy 10 – Fingered by Strangers in a Public Bathroom

(All characters are aged 21 or older. This portrays a personal fantasy of mine using various degres of some of my favorite kinks – public, strangers, fsub/mdom, CMNF, fingering, free use, forced exposure, forced orgasm, exhibitionism, voyeurism, size, cnc, age. If you’re not into those kinks, this fiction probably isn’t to your tastes. Otherwise, enjoy!)

It’s Friday. My boyfriend has chosen a new restaurant for us to try – a small place that I’ve never heard of all the way on the other side of the city. I’m unimpressed when we enter. There are few people inside and it looks like some areas are still being set up.

We’ve just ordered drinks when he grasps my hand and whispers, “C’mon. I want to show you something.” He guides me to the men’s bathroom at back of the place.

He tries to pull me inside, but I hesitate and give him a skeptical look.

“What are you doing?” I ask. “That’s the men’s room. I’ll use the lady’s.” I start to pull away, but he tightens his grip on my hand.

“Shh, kitten,” he replies, calling me one of the names he uses when we’re role-playing.

50 Ways to Reduce Your Social Distance, Part 1 [M22/F21] [Campus Romance] [Affectionate Mdom] [Light Bullying] [Mild CNC]

You didn’t mean to bully your nerd in the first place. You saw her on the orientation day, a quiet plump girl doodling on her notebook. You took a peek at it, it was a lil monster binging ice cream while watching tv. That really resembled her, you thought.

The seat next to her was empty, so you moved over, tried to initiate a conversation. ‘Is the seat taken? ‘ As the response, she took a glimpse at you and quickly moved away, leaving a huge space of awkwardness between you two.

After that, you tried to approach her for multiple times. You didn’t know if it was your hallucination, it seemed that she was avoiding you, or everyone else in her life. As far as you knew, her routine was fixed in her doodle book. She never went to parties, rarely spoke in seminars, and always flinched back when you leaned your body towards her.

Neekanah, Huntress Enslaved – Ch. 01 [Intro] [Scifi] [BDSM] [Submissive] [Humiliation] [More tags listed for future chapters]

### Introduction

Just wanted to test the waters in this subreddit and see if anyone might be interested in a story I’ve been writing off and on… Chapters 2 and 3 are ready to post here if there’s interest. Here’s the original disclaimer that I posted with its publication on Literotica:

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*This story has been a work in progress for the past month, and future chapters delve into a lot of rather fringe fetishes, be warned. Some aspects of this tale celebrate tropes I enjoy, including preposterous ‘menwritingwomen’ memes, as well as ideas and themes from science fiction movies, shows, and games.*

*The tale is heavily inspired by heroine in peril and damsel in distress themes going back to the early days of sci-fi/horror filmmaking and comic books of the 1920s – the 1960s. While it starts slow in section 1, it gets much more obscene in future chapters. If that prospect doesn’t appeal to you, it’s probably wise to skip this bizarre rabbit hole!*

*Some story tags and fetishes appearing in future chapters:*

Cheating with my New Neighbor’s Daughter | 28: Motel Room [M31/F19][consensual][male pov][older man][younger woman][age difference][neighbors daughter][cheating][drama][series][slow build][mild mdom][fingering][tied][clit rubbing][squirting][prone bone][orgasm]

**28: Motel Room**

***|Wednesday, the next day***

My last patient before lunch break just left my office. There was a surge of patients today and the good thing was Monica’s available to work today since her girlfriend went stable after a surgery.

I could feel my temples pumping from my headache. It’s safe to say I didn’t sleep well last night.

After leaving Charlotte’s question hanging, she screamed her lungs out like she was losing her shit. She didn’t even spoke words, she just shouted. I knew we’re not going to have a decent conversation after that so I walked out and left her alone in the cellar. I also knew damn well she did that so I would console her but I won’t give her whatever she wants from now on.

Before I went to sleep, I texted Paige that we should meet somewhere tomorrow to discuss some things.

This morning, I got off the phone with my lawyer friend and confirmed he’s paying me a visit within the week to discuss my plans including divorce and custody.

S.O.L. Games Level 2: “Web Design” 2/2 (teachers and 18yo senior women abducted for sex games on remote island replica of their school. kinda ‘choose your own adventure’) [mf][nc][rape][Mdom][sadism]

**Don’t start at this chapter! See the comments below for the reading order!**

DISCLAIMERS

I’m just trying to help with these disclaimers! I don’t want to spring things on anyone. My writing includes very dark themes and is SUPPOSED to be gross and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to write! You SHOULD feel icky reading it, which is why I consider it HORROR! I try to creep myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted VILLAIN. I do not condone any of the things I write about!

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES/WARNINGS

-Rape/Abuse/Violence/Male-dom/Non-con

-Gross descriptions / bodily fluids / bad smells

-Sweat / sniffing / licking

-Electricity torture

-Pissing

-Choking unconscious

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Web Design part 2/2
…The countdown begins again, another twenty seconds, and the next button is on the complete opposite wall. I laugh to myself and shake my head. There’s no damn way she gets there in time. I casually begin walking over, slapping my hands to make her feel like I’m trying to help. But the bitch is too out of shape. She wastes a couple seconds just gathering herself and starting out again, but to go twice as far as last time? I watch her move, ready for the impending punishment.