Bad Luck Cleo [Chapter 4][Tags in Story]

*TW: This series follows a woman who is torturesd in all senses of the word. No one will have her best interests in mind. On top of that, this chapter is from the POV of her main abuser. Discretion advised.*

*Tags: [MF][Hitting][Choking][Forced blowjob][Rough][Blood][Anal/Anal creampie][Abusive mentality]*

**Bad Luck Cleo**

Chapter 4: All Business

He felt bad, at first. Cleo was a sweetheart who reached a little far on her ambition and came crashing down. He could’ve been her shoulder. He could have pulled her up and shown her what she was missing, how to fix the warehouse issues, how to speak with his crew.

As he sat in her office after an already bitter day, hiding between racks, texting his now ex-girlfriend, he looked at Cleo as she gave the bad news and a stirring of hatred ran through his chest.

How dare Laney make a fool of him? Cheat on him, use up his money and good nature, then leave him once the chips were down? Fuck no. And then Cleo sat there, fake sympathy crossing her face, denying him the money he was owed, saying that he might get it if he put his body through even more labor the next year. What was wrong with these cunts?

Pirates, thieves and stowaways part 2&3

Chapters 2&3 ( soft core, nsfw, pirate themed erotic fiction) ( TW slave labor, flogging , public exposure)

Chapter2: Belly of the beast

He woke up dizzy to a wash from a putrid bucket of bilge water and a yell for all galley boys to man there stations by four bells. He got to his feet and started to walk towards the crowd of gathering youth. A barrel chested man stood in a small doorway and the boys lined up to be assigned duties for the day. He thought he would stay to the back and hopefully know one would notice him evade his new job.

He never really felt like a “ team player.” He never had much respect for a work ethic but he tried to do what was right… ish he may be a thief but he’s never killed anyone. “ hey you new blood what you waiting for? Step up or I’ll have you for insubordination. he took a step forward and almost fell over as the ship shifted. He then realized he was in the belly of a ship.
“ ha he ain’t got his see legs let him rot down here and tar up all the leaks. Hahahaha.” He bellowed as he closed the door and locked it behind him.

After Months of Sexual Tension, I Fucked My Roommate’s Girlfriend [MF]

Back in college I lived in an off-campus house with a few other guys. I lived on the second floor with David who was on and off dating a girl, Carla. Carla was hot as fuck; petite Mexican girl who loved to get drunk. She was the only other person I knew who could drink as much as me, even though I’m 6’3 she was only 5 feet nothing. She had long brown hair and big, brown eyes that squinted when she laughed, was excited, or got too drunk. She laughed at everything and moaned like a fucking banshee when she and David fucked.

I’ll admit, I was a little jealous when Carla and I would go head to head and get fucking wasted, only to watch her go into David’s room and then hear them fuck. I couldn’t mind too much because Carla would always bring a friend over, so I always had a consolation prize.

Good Fortune Leads To A 2nd Oral Extravaganza Quicker Than Expected (MF)

I didn’t expect to be able to share another adventure so quickly, but an unexpected development gave us the perfect opportunity. First, a little lead-up about the remainder of Friday. After posting the story of Friday morning’s first rendezvous, we traded messages on how we felt things went and how we’d move forward. One of the first things she suggested was that we come up with aliases to call one another moving forward. I agreed that would be a fun idea and she asked me how I felt about the name Damien? I told her, “Yes, I can be Damien! What are your thoughts on Rachel or Roxanne?” She relied that Roxanne was perfect! With our new names decided, I asked her to let me know if there was anything I’d done that she really liked or disliked? Just to give me an idea of how I can hone the experience for her. Again, the analytical side of Roxanne kicked in and she answered, “Let me think about that and I’ll get back to you.”
It made me chuckle and I told her I wasn’t expecting her to write out full “notes” on the experience, just looking to find out what was particularly good or bad. An hour later, I got a couple long messages detailing what she loved and a couple technique things (speed and pressure) that could be adjusted. She complimented me on my ass eating skills, which was a pleasant surprise as it wasn’t something I’d done a lot of previously. She also shared how much she liked watching me look her over naked and then slowly run my hands all over her body. She added that if I didn’t object, I should know that having her toes sucked was also a huge turn-on. I told her that was all excellent info and thanked her for sharing.
This morning (Saturday), I was laying on the couch dreading going to work, when I received a message from Roxanne.
“Last night, a friend told me she found out she has to go out of town for the weekend. She asked me to stop over and check on her cats. I’m at her place now. Are you available, Damien?”
I checked the clock, it was nearly 10am and I had to be at work by 11:30am. I told her my timeframe and asked exactly where she was. She sent me a pin and said, “it’s way across town so I don’t know if it’ll work?” I popped the coordinates into Google Maps and the apartment was literally on my way to work, just 5 minutes away! I shot her a message back saying that worked shockingly well, and that I could shower and be there in about 20 minutes. I cleaned up, grabbed my stuff and jumped in the car. When I arrived at the apartment around 10:30 and Roxanne was standing on the balcony of the third floor apartment. She had left the main door propped open and as I ascended to the second floor, she met me on the staircase. She was barefoot and wearing a pair of super tight blue leggings with a swirl design with a simple pull-over top. She was also sporting that same mischievous grin. She turned to lead me to third floor and I followed her lovely ass framed in those leggings into the apartment.
Roxanne turned more serious as we entered the living room, “Why don’t you sit, Damien. I thought we could discuss a couple things before we get started.” I wondered if I’d done or said something in the wake of Friday morning that concerned her. She informed me that she’d be reading the stories I’d posted on my other Reddit account and it had given her more insight into what I’m about.
“Uh oh, ” I gritted my teeth, “and what insight have you gained?” Roxanne giggled and told me that she’d really enjoyed reading them and just wanted to make sure the two of us were on the same page about what could and couldn’t go down between us. She offered that she’d be good with toys and mutual masturbation, but reiterated there could be no contact with my cock. Relieved that’s all she had on her agenda, I assured her that I didn’t expect anything or everything I’d described in experiences with others in my past, and that I was completely on the same page. And with that, she asked me to get up so she could lay a towel and pillow on the couch and get comfortable.
As with the previous morning, Roxanne offer to remove her pants herself. She warned they were pretty tight and might be tough to get off. I chuckled, “I can promise you I’ll get them off when I’m ready for them to be off!” She laid back and closed her eyes. This time I decided not to start undressing her immediately. Instead, I started by running my hands all over body while still dressed. Starting at her ankles and moving up the inside of her legs, pressing my thumbs into her upper thighs when I reached them…and then back down. Up the outsides of of her legs, over her hips, up her sides and pressing my thumbs against the outside of her breasts. Pressing my palms to her chest, I slid my hands back down the front of her body, passing them lightly over her crotch as I worked downwards. She was now sighing softly and squirming a bit as I moved back down her legs to her feet. I took Roxanne’s right foot in my hand and lifted it slightly. Touching the tip of my tongue to her heel, I dragged it slowly along to sole of her foot, and then gently licked undersides of her toes before moving to the tops. I opened my mouth and slowly took her big toe between my lips. Softly sucking on it as I caressed her foot.
“Mmmmm, I like that,” whispered Roxanne. I took turns sucking one each toe before moving to the left foot and starting the process over again. I peaked up to see she still had her eyes closed, but was grinning widely. I slid my hands back up here legs to her waist and offered, “I think it’s time get these off you.” Roxanne obediently lifted her hips and I tugged the leggings down. No real trouble until I reached her ankles. She giggled as I struggled to pull them over her feet.
“Told you!”
I stopped for a moment to admire her firm legs and the solid black silk panties hiding my treasure. My lips dropped to her legs and I began kissing my way up and down them. Her sighs were becoming moans as I teased her upper thighs and tummy with my tongue, purposefully avoiding her sweet spot. Not wanting to neglect her breasts this time, I slid her shirt and sports bra up, exposing her cute breasts. I allowed my mouth to drop to her right nipple as I rubbed my index finger over the left. In between moans, Roxanne advised that I could pinch them. “I like that, just not too hard.” I allowed my mouth to glide over to the left nipple and took the wet right one between my thumb and forefinger. Squeezing it firmly and I held the other between my teeth, she groaned loudly. Realizing I was spending a fair amount of time warming her up, I remembered that I needed to be at work by 11:30. I looked up and asked if there was a clock somewhere. Roxanne reached for her watch on the coffee table and showed it to me. Quick math…I’d need to be out of there in 30 minutes.
I climbed up onto the couch and leaned down to press my mouth against the front of her panties. Her hips instantly thrust upwards and I began gently licking her through the panties. It took almost no time for her wetness to soak completely through and I was able to push the fabric into her slit with the tip of my tongue. Roxanne was grinding some now and her groans were turning to gasps. It seemed as if she might cum before I even removed her panties. I pulled back slightly and began to slide them over her hips. As I attempted to slip them down her thighs, I could see the crotch clinging to her pussy. As I pulled them away, small strings of her juices stretched from her lips to the fabric.
“Fuck,” was all I could mutter as I pulled them all the way off and laid them on the coffee table. I took a deep breath and told her to get on her hands on knees. She quickly assumed the position and I was again face to face with her beautiful ass and pussy. Grabbing her hips, I pushed my tongue into her open snatch from behind and used it to smear her juices all over her tiny butthole. Swirling my tongue around it clearly got a reaction. Using long licks to caress both holes, she seemed to be getting closer. I flipped her back onto her back, took her thighs in my hands, and spread her legs wide apart. I wasted no time pressing my mouth to her sweet honey pot and finding her clit. I kept the licks light and at a steady pace. Roxanne draped her right leg over my shoulder and lifted her hips to meet my licks. Finding a nice steady rhythm, it wasn’t too long before her panting was quicker and she gasped, “I’m close to cumming.” Instead of quickening my pace, I remembered what she’d said and concentrated on remaining steady, increasing the pressure just slightly. I slid my hands up to her breasts and began squeezing her nipples and that increased the volume of her moaning. “I’m so close,” she groaned. Her thighs were now pressed against my temples and her hips started to twist to the side. Second time with the sexy lady and I’m catching on…when those hips start to twist, she’s right on the verge! I pulled my right hand down and placed my palm firmly on her lower tummy to hold her steady. Using my thumb and forefinger, I spread her open a bit further so that my tongue had complete access to her clit. Roxanne cried out and began bucking into my face as her first orgasm hit! It seemed to last as she continued squirming and moaning loudly under me.
Instead of pulling away and taking a break, I decided to see if she could handle more stimulation. I lifted my face just long enough to look up at her. Her brown eyes were wide open as was her mouth…panting. I winked and lowered my face back between her legs. I again spread her legs and pressed them to her chest. Now licking both her sweet holes from that position. I pressed my tongue firmly into her ass and my nestled my nose between the folds of her pussy lips so that the bridge of my nose rubbed against her clit. I nodded my head slowly up and down as my tongue worked her ass. Her hands were now on my head and she was pumping with me. In almost no time, she gasped that she was going to cum again. I quickly slipped my tongue back up to her clit and my middle finger just inside her. She tightened, let out a long groan and came again.
For me, the ultimate motivation is having a woman explode in orgasm with my mouth between her legs! I just want to keep going and create that moment over and over. But, I have to admit that my tongue needed a little break and I allowed my head to fall to her leg. Lightly kissing her thigh as I watched her swollen pussy pulsating as she recovered.
Roxanne was still panting as she spoke, “That first one took a little while but was really long. The second one came fast, it didn’t last that long, but was really intense!” I looked up at her smiling as I reached for the watch on the table. It read 11:07 and it would take me about 5 minutes to get to work from there.
“I wanna try one more thing, okay?,” I grinned. I told Roxanne to get up and I took her place laying on the couch. She looked down, “Where do you want me, Damien?” I grabbed her hips and pulled them towards my head. Roxanne straddled my head and lowered herself to my mouth. This girl gets sooooo wet, it’s just awesome! Her flower was spread wide open and dripping as she lowered it to just above my tongue. I licked lightly just with the tip grazing her clit. Reaching around her, I lubed my thumb by pushing it into her and then slid it back to her ass. As I pressed firmly against her back door with my thumb, she lowered herself a bit more onto my tongue. As we increased the rhythm a bit, she asked, “can you get deeper into my ass, please.” Unable to get quite the angle of penetration I wanted using my thumb, I switched to my middle finger and slowly eased into her ass. Another long and low groan followed and I began slowly working it at the same pace I was licking her clit. It took a few moments for us to find the right pace, but soon she was rocking back and forth with me and and I could tell the pressure was starting to build again. I let my left hand slide up and find a nipple, rolling it firmly and that seemed to push her right to edge as she placed her left hand on my head and began moving her hips with more authority. Her thrusts forward pressing against my tongue more firmly as I keep a nice steady pace finger fucking her tight asshole and squeezing her hard nipple. I felt her muscles tense and again she exploded, crying out and nearly collapsing on top of me!
I slid to side and allowed her to eased down onto the couch. Checking the watch, I knew I needed to get going. As I walked to the kitchen, Roxanne laughed, “I’ll bet you need a drink of water!” I washed my hands an, as I was filling a water glass, I noticed Roxanne pressing the towel between her legs.
“Wait a second!,” I called to her. She looked up puzzled. “Roxanne, before you clean up, would you mind if I took a couple of pictures? No face or anything…just the beautiful mess we’ve made down there?” She pulled the towel up over her face and laid back on the couch. I lowered my phone between her thighs and took two pics. I then asked her to turn over and get on all fours. Again, she obeyed. I clicked two more of her from behind. Roxanne asked if she could see them. I flipped through the quartet of photos and she nodded approvingly.
“You’d better go, Damien, you’re gonna be late!” She once again stuck her hand out and and thanked me for stopping over. When I arrived at work, I messaged her to say that I hadn’t washed my face and when I put a mask on to enter the building, I realized her juices were still all over my face and I was breathing them. Bonus! She responded by asking how soon I’d have a story written about this encounter so she could read it? I told her I’d try to knock something out at work since Saturdays tend to be kind of slow, but this one would probably be longer and take awhile to write. Her response surprised me.
“Well, I came 4 times! Lots of material to work with!”
I guess one of those orgasms slipped by me. Can’t wait for the next time!

Faithful to the Script [MF]

We’d been chatting online for the best part of year. When I saw her post on r/gonewild it begged for my attention and I stopped scrolling immediately. I had no interest in the multitude of posts touting Onlyfans accounts so she stood out from the crowd to me; authentic, real and with an arse to die for.

I commented for a couple of weeks whenever she posted and enjoyed the flirty exchanges. Eventually we got chatting and things progressed to regular sexting sessions. We knew every inch of each other’s bodies intimately and her voice gave me butterflies but I still hadn’t seen her face and she hadn’t seen mine.

When I found out she had an upcoming work trip to London that demanded an overnight stay, the opportunity seemed too perfect to ignore. Without an inkling of any guilt or regret, I told my wife that I had to attend a conference and I’d be staying overnight. 

We arranged to meet in the  bar of her hotel at 6pm. I didn’t ask what she’d be wearing, I didn’t want to know. I knew I’d recognise her just from the shape of her body. A body that I craved so fucking much.

How leaving a happy hour early to get groceries led to a threesome with two MILFs [MFF]

This story came out of a request to talk about a specific girl, Kelli, who I met on 5.6.2021. So, the night before I met Kelli, I had gone out to a Mexican bar to celebrate Cinco de Mayo with a girl I had hooked up with several times before, Stephanie. Stephanie is great, lots of fun, wild in bed, and in crazy good shape and just has energy for days. She and I got after it, and ended up back at her place afterwards, and went a few rounds. It was probably 3am when I left her place, so technically, I think I had already met my 5.6.2021 quota, but I digress.

Needless to say, I was a little tired, and was planning on taking it easy on the 6th. A good friend of mine is an exec at a med-tech company and wanted me to grab a drink with him and some others at a bar near his office, which was in a business park right near a residential area. I reluctantly said I would and rolled over to the bar in the late afternoon. It was your stereotypical happy hour bar, and even in the earlier hours of what can be considered happy hour, it was getting loud, and you could tell some people were going to make some bad decisions that night.

[Part 1] Lisa Galaxia – The Ambush! A choose your own adventure erotic story. (female, solo, masturbation, public nudity)

“Mmmm….” Lisa whispered to herself. After a long day of offloading cargo at the port on the desert world of Nexer she was now back in orbit and enjoying some personal time. Her small pink cargo ship drifted lazily along on autopilot as she retired to her cabin.

An AI controlled vibrator, an erotic holo-novel, and a glass of Nexer’s famous desert-bleached wine all joined her in bed. “Mmm… Is there anything better?” She wondered aloud, arching her back slightly as yet another orgasm approached.

“Ahhh!” Lisa finally cried in satisfied delight as she pinched her legs tightly together. Her passion crested gently and began to fall back. Her cries echoing through the empty hallway outside, with just the heavy lifter bots to take note of it.

As she lay there in the afterglow leafing through the last chapter of her holobook she heard a muffled ‘whump! whump!’ sound from outside her door. “That’s odd,” she thought, sitting up to investigate.

Crack! Crash! A mighty thunder echoed down the hallway as a siren started to wail from the cockpit.

“Oh, you didn’t cum? We’ll do you next time” [23F][fdom]

The other day, someone on my OF page asked me why I dom, and, specifically, why a woman would do such a thing. The inquisitive man went on to explain that he, as a person with a penis, was very excited by the idea of dominating because they would, naturally, penetrate their subject during the session and achieve an orgasm and, as a woman, he didn’t really see how pegging a guy with a strap-on would be as fulfilling. This was one of those epiphany moments for me… I don’t think most people understand, so I’m going to explain, and this is going to be fun!
Ladies, how many times have you had mediocre sex with a guy where he puts you in 1 position when you’re barely ready, then cums before you have a chance to get any pleasure, forget an orgasm? I’d say that’s a pretty common occurrence for a woman having heterosexual sex. It comes down to what we all describe as “being good in bed”. Now, for a woman, being “good” requires, mostly, just enthusiastic participation; put the dick in your mouth like you want it there, hit a few positions, and make some noise. The guy is pretty much guaranteed to orgasm, unlike you. For a guy to be good in bed, he needs to do a myriad of actions that either culminates in your orgasm, or at minimum, leads you to believe a subsequent roll in the hay is worth your time. At a glance, what I just wrote would possibly make someone believe men had it rough… except, as we gals know, a significant contingency of the boys don’t bother bringing their ‘A’ game and you get to mostly be an apparatus to facilitate their orgasm. Sigh.
Now, gals… we’ve all wondered what it would be like to have a dick. Some abstractly, and others more literally. To have a dick, on many levels is to be in the drivers seat during sex. I mean, sure, I can hop on top and reverse cow-girl like a crazy a screaming banshee, but I can’t stop Mr Boglioli from ejaculating after 90 seconds when I snap my 23 year old ass back and forth, chasing my own pleasure.
Now, a while ago, I began revelling in the pleasures of sleeping with women and that was a very different experience. Even playing ground and, even on the first time hooking up, my orgasm was guaranteed. In fact, when I was 20, I slept with a gorgeous woman in her mid 30s who basically retrained my entire masturbation routine – but that’s a post for another day. Still… even thought that was hot and amazing, I still want the dick and always will.
So, full circle back to domination and what do I get out of it… I get to drive. I am in charge. And it scratches that hungry little itch that every woman has when they wish they could just completely take over the situation, like when you’re watching someone perform some perfunctory tasks and you want to shove them aside and recertify their poor work – except this is sex. So… when you’re a woman, and you dom, you get 100% of the control. One time I dommed a guy and while I was pegging him, with my lovehoney strap-on, I came before the little piggy could… and I decided I wanted the toy out of me… so I withdrew. My sub looked at me incredulously, seeing how sex was over because I came, yet he had not, and, I replied to him with the phrase women have been hearing since the dawn of time, “oh, you didn’t cum? We’ll do you next time.”

On My Shoulder (M/F)

It was the day after her aunt died.

My friend came up to me and was absolutely beside herself. The pain of loss was still fresh on her face and in her heart, and a tear rolled down her beautiful face, followed by more tears as she was reminded of the sting of death and the permanent effect it had. As she began to uncontrollably sob in the back of the church sanctuary, she leaned on my shoulder. I carefully put an arm around her, not too soft but not too firm either. The touch of another human made me feel warm, but there were boundaries to be followed and observed here.

“I’ll never see her or hear her voice again” she wailed as her tears began to soke her shirt. I whispered words of encouragement and we agreed that she was in a better place now, free of pain and suffering and free of the trouble she had encountered on the Earth.

My first time in a BDSM dungeon, being the wizard’s familiar [MF]

Not too long ago, I [24F] found a new play partner through a kink site. They’re a married couple, but I’m not too involved with the wife. I’ve met them twice, once for a drink, and once with the mister (let’s call him Joel, 38M) to fuck at their place. Anyway, back to the story.

We walked up to a white door. There were no signs, only a small plaque, with the name of the venue engraved on it. He buzzes in, while I stood opposite him, rubbing my hands together, wrapping myself tighter with the scarf. I eyed him from top to bottom, he was wearing a black leather coat, but I could see what he was wearing underneath; a matching vest and a black fitted vinyl top and vinyl trousers that hug his hips very well and highlights his bulge. His head is shaved, his beard is thick and neatly trimmed. Aviator glasses frame his face. He lit a cigarette, and we waited in silence. We had discussed what we liked to do there, the night before. There was no more discussion to be had (or so I thought…) Despite freezing in the cold autumn air, my blood was rushing, and my heart was beating fast.