Rina – Chapter 1 – A Star Wars Pornfic [MF] [MM] [voy] [aliens] [prostitution] [F solo]

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I don’t own Star Wars. George did and then he sold it to Mickey. I wasn’t involved in any of that. I have no rights at all to any Star Wars intellectual property. This story is either legal under parody laws or it violates Mickey’s IP and if that’s the case I have a message for Mickey: I don’t have money so suing me won’t do any good.

The following story is filled with graphic descriptions of sex. It is pornography. If you don’t want to read that or it is illegal for you to read porn in your jurisdiction then I’d suggest you stop reading now.

Virtually every single character in this story is a highly attractive bisexual with a high libido and no inhibitions to speak of and a willingness to hop into bed with just about anyone because it’s porn that’s the way porn is.

A[F]ter 192 Hours & An 11 Hour Car Drive, I Loose [M]y Virginity

Since my last post had me boasting a little bit about my success of whiskey dick, I might as well flip the coin to show one of many times I was not so suave. Thank you to the people who read my last endeavor, I figured it’s hotter than shit outside and I need to relax so here’s another. The story is “gonewild” but it’s more just a failure of my sexual prowess. As per normal feedback is welcomed and if it doesn’t get you going hopefully you can get at least get a laugh today.

This story is about the conquest it took to lose my virginity. It’s not the greatest story nor is it the sexiest, but I have no care to exaggerate or boast. Spoiler alert, I did well enough to have sex again and that was pretty rad.

So myself and Melanie were in our late teens, and had been dating a few months. Young love & all that shit. It was both of our first serious relationships. Myself because I was too focused on other stuff to try to commit to the energy it entailed, and for Melanie because she was incredibly quiet and didn’t get out much. It was a win-win for me, she asked me out and didn’t seem like a pain in the ass and 5 months flew by quicker than I thought.

Inches from death [Mast][FemSolo][Apocalyptic]

Carol knew she had fucked up, it was easier to admit than to deny. She had known something was off, enough to make her store her gear two floors down from her actual destination, which might save her life if no one noticed the women’s clothes behind the bed it would looks as if Derek had been there on his own.

She had heard four shots, so she knew she wouldn’t meet Derek again, but the fact that she was still alive here on the ledge of the roof meant she had a chance to survive.

It was the only possible flight route, and since no one had come after and caught her in the past few minutes chances were good that no one was looking for a second person.

Coming to think of that it also meant that neither had she led Sector Security here nor that Derek had sold her out for whatever reason he might have had to do so.

That knowledge would not help her escape – or with anything for that matter – for the time being, her way forward was still blocked by the two guards who guarded the helicopter. She wasn’t delusional enough to think she could fight two armed guards butt naked or sneak past them, the wire mesh fence didn’t exactly do a great job of blocking their line of sight.

The Orcs’ Game [MM] [sadism] [Trans]

The misty morning air washed like rushing water over my nakedness as I sprinted madly through the wood, my heavy metal boots clanking with every step. I had been given no covering but the boots, and a series of bold red streaks of warpaint, to cover my shame, and I stood out like a virgin in a whorehouse. What was more, I was dreadfully tired. My captors had kept me up all the previous night in preparation for this day; the memories of their pleasure flooded back all at once, and I shuddered at the thought of what would befall me if I was caught.

My chest heaved with effort, and I staggered badly as my feet struck the rocks that littered the forest floor. Swearing silently, I picked up the pace, praying to every god and friendly spirit I knew of. The red paint that covered my body set like a bonfire against the green of the woods; I tried desperately to scrub it away, but try as I might it did not even smudge. Some profane alchemical concoction, or a spell of some kind, but it did not matter; the boots themselves, which were locked to my feet by a heavy iron padlock, and which were designed with tall thick heels that forced me up onto my toes like a deer, made enough noise to rouse an army of dead. Either contraption would be a curse on its own, but together they destroyed any hope of stealth. If I could only reach the edge of the forest, I might find a friendly settlement, might yet escape my fate. If I could only-

Fun on the farm – [M]y [f]irst mutual masturbation

I was just a few weeks shy of 18, and it was literally my final official day of high school. Exams were over, teachers were cleaning out their classrooms, but I had to go one more time, to get my photo taken for a couple of scholarship applications. This was long before email, and I lived far out in the country, more than 20 miles from school, so it wasn’t easy. I got a lift from the school bus driver, who was dropping it off for summer maintenance, but after the photo session, I had to hitch a ride back home.

There I was, standing with my thumb out at the edge of town, at 11 am on the last day of June, and a very hot day it was already. To my surprise, the third car going by slammed on the brakes and pulled over, and I ran over to hop into a sporty-looking red Mustang – an unusual car for a rural area. Even more surprising, the drive was one of my classmates, a young woman named Patricia. It turned out she had also been getting her photo taken, and she was dressed up way beyond her regular blue jeans and patterned blouse. Today she was in a short pastel yellow dress, matching her hair. Patricia was a quiet, “big-boned” farm girl, one of those who did a lot of chores and had the legs and arms to prove it. I tried not to stare at those legs as I climbed in, but couldn’t help it.

A trip to the mall [Mast][FemSolo][Apocalyptic]

Of all the things Jenny had imagined about a society crashing before it actually happened what she had expected least was the degree to which she enjoyed it.
She had fought, shot and killed people, stolen food and supplies and now she was sitting in the back of an almost empty supermarket and masturbated because she damn well could, and frankly Jenny wasn’t sure which of those felt best.

The survivor’s guilt she had read so much about was more of a survivor’s pleasure, the pain and grieve where there, but felt more like challenge and motivation to keep going.
And that was what she did, day after day and sometimes even night, the urge to stay up to date on business news long replaced by the urge to stay on top of the competition, more alive and better armed and hidden stashes of supplies giving her the room of movement she needed to survive instead of statistics and numbers giving her the opportunity to stay employed in a job she had never liked to begin with.

[M] I experienced my first orgasm in over 6 months and I have to tell someone!

I’m going to try and keep this brief.

At age 12 I started delving into the wonderful world of sex. I vividly remember reading (and getting caught) stories/erotica on myfirsttime.com, a old site. Eventually I moved onto to sites like literotica before eventually delving into full on porn.

While not as extreme as some of my fellow specimen, I definitely watched a wide array of categories. First time, BJ, Public Sex, Milf you name it. Pretty vanilla in topic but it definitely was a ton.

From 8th-12th grade (Age 14-18) I watched porn and maaturbated at least 3x a week. Despite being your common developing/restless teenager, porn became somewhat of an escape for me. I was bullied hard throughout late middle school and into early high. Add on depression, an unstable home life and shyness and you had a recipe for uneasiness. Porn/Masturbation allowed me to escape and put my feelings into something non violent (although destructive as a habit in hindsight).

As I’m a year removed from HS now I can confidently say I sat on my ass throughout HS. By the end of my senior year I was 75lbs overweight, still shy and I had pretty much shot my libido. Years of porn/masturbation had/have killed through desensitization and the abuse of a habit.

[MF] Fulfilling high school fantasies with an old crush.

*Get comfy. This is a long one.*

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So it’s been a while since I’ve posted, but it’s been a while since I’ve experienced anything worth posting. This story isn’t going to be as kinky as some of my other ones, but it’s been a wet dream of mine since high school, so I’d figure I’d share it anyway.

This starts back in junior year of high school when I met V. She and I shared a class together–I don’t even remember what class–and she slowly came into my friend group. I had a pretty big crush on her right away, but she fell for my best friend, and he and she dated for about a year, so I let my feelings go. By the time he and she broke up, I was dating another girl, so again, things never developed between V and I. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t think about her.

V was about 5’6″ with hazel brown eyes and curly black hair. And by curly black hair I mean **curly** black hair. Like, basically-a-fro curly hair. She was a little on the thick side with perky tits and a big ass. We always teased her that Apple Bottom Jeans were meant for her.

A Long Drive [MF]

With about a hundred miles left to cover, she hitched up her skirt to around her waist and sunk a hand between her legs. I focussed on the road, aware only peripherally of the steady movement of her wrist, the slight writhe of her body as she wriggled back in her seat.

“Does this count as entertaining me while I drive?” I said lightly.

Her voice was breathy, tight. “I’m getting myself warmed up for you. I want to really want it when we get home. Be really wet.”

“Cute,” I said. Still not looking. “You could make yourself come twenty times before we get back.” This was true. She was one of the most easily orgasmic women I had ever known at that stage in my life – able to make herself come within the space of minutes, no matter what her mood.

“I won’t.” Her hand was still at work between her legs. She always wanked with a sort of up-and-down motion, her fingers sliding along the whole length of the slit of her cunt. “I’ll wait for you. I want to wait for you.”

“You’ll be waiting a while. Ninety-eight miles to be precise.”

[FM] Masseuse in Training – Pt 1[bdsm] [drugs][cheating] [oral] [teasing] [ass eating] [massage]

I met her through reddit, she was posting in a local sub talking about her massage training and the
requirement to do so many unpaid hours practicing her new trade with lucky clients.

It was clear that she would eventually have a fulfilling career working the therapeutic and sensual
magic of her sensitive fingers, but for now she had to go about giving out free massages to
strangers from the internet (and presumably seeing and touching all of their nakedness within minutes of meeting.)

As soon as I saw the ad, and saw that she was a short drive from my neighborhood, I started to do a
little stalking. I found some very similar CL ads, and connected some dots and picked up on a
different reddit account with some risque pic and posts. Realized she had a very sensual erotic and
even submissive side to some of her other posts and comments, nothing over the top, but a smoldering
sexuality lurking in there with a particular interest, perhaps, in being a submissive worshipful
cumslut with a penchant for seducing married men and ‘serving’ them with a level of intensity,
skill, enthusiasm and worshipful submission that their wives could never touch. She liked ‘ruining
and spoiling’ them with her service and a huge load of appreciation was her reward.