[Fiction][Mf][nc] Finally Putting an End to My Niece’s Baiting

[Comments:

* The below story is entirely fictional – a fantasy concocted in the darker depths of my mind on a train journey written for my own, and hopefully other’s, enjoyment.

* While reading it, if you think it sounds familiar, that’s because it’s a resubmission of a previously deleted story, which I’ve made tweaks to (for the better I hope).

* Yes, there is a foot fetish element to it. Though it’s not the whole story, and I don’t think I go overboard. But if this isn’t your thing, feel free to not read on.

* This is my first such story (excluding the previously deleted one) so please do leave feedback.

* Finally, if the story triggers some unpleasant memories, please do speak to someone, ideally a professional.

Enjoy!]

**Finally putting an end to my niece’s baiting**

“I’m home, babe.” I announce after an especially long day at work.

Silence. No reply from my wife. But then I hear bare footsteps patter from the bedroom opposite mine, and a chirpy, youthful voice.

“She’s still at work Uncle Jay, they were short staffed and she’s doing the full day now.”

Academy of Fetishes v0.24 released! Over 26k words including fetishes like lactation, chastity, electro-stimulation, lesbians, trans girls, watersports… the list goes on and on

#About the game

[Academy of Fetishes](https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes) is a text-based game you can play in the browser. You are the principal of Saint Mary’s, a financially ruined all-female college. Fortunately, an anonymous benefactor offers to keep the school afloat so long as the students and teachers perform lewd acts.

When you start, the students and teachers are reluctant. But the longer you play, the more they break out of their shell and show you how twisted and perverted they really are.

If a kink exists, I want a scene of it in the game. But, I respect the fact that not everyone is into everything. That’s why the game will progress down the path you want to take. Don’t like Futanari? That’s fine! There will be a tech tree of sorts and you can choose to avoid that path and still beat the game.

I’m just getting started so any and all feedback is appreciated. Let me know of your favorite fetish/fantasy and I’ll see if I can put it in the game for you!

Here’s my patreon: https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes If you want to see the full list of fetishes, it’ll be on that page.

A wider angle with a cosplay photographer [FMF]

I mentioned in my previous story that I was waiting for my friend and roommate who I’d be sharing a hotel room during the recent convention weekend with – what I didn’t mention was that the friend in question was Gemma, who had gotten caught up in a couple of my previous adventures. Gemma normally didn’t have the time and/or money to make it to this particular convention, but somehow this time around the stars aligned and she was able to make it. This disrupted my plans somewhat, as we made adjustments so that she could room with me, and it also involved changes to my cosplay roster for the weekend so that we could synchronise our outfits for the two days she’d be at the show.

Of course, in the run-up to the show she was keen to hear what I’d been up to lately, and was shocked and intrigued by my brief retelling of stories about my cosplay photo shoots. Alongside this, the convention weekend was also bringing me messages from a number of photographers interested in seeing if they could arrange something for that weekend, although eventually all but one fell by the wayside for one reason or another.

A night with my best friend’s sister [mf]

My best friend John and I grew up together. We were best friends since about the age of three or four. Our dad’s are best friends, our families went on vacation together often. If our parents went out of town my sister and I would stay with his family and he and his sisters with us if his parents travelled.

John had two older sisters, Beth that is six years older than me and Christine who is five years older than me. Both girls are pretty, and smart and kind but Christine was a goddess. She was one of the most popular girls in school and was a cheerleader, and played volleyball and ran track all through junior high and high school.

The girls used to babysit for us if our parents went out. I always preferred Christine to Beth. There was something special about her. As I got older and into girls, I figured out what it was. She basically became my favorite masturbation fantasy. Christine is about six inches shorter than me, I’m six feet tall, has dirty blonde/light brown hair, big brown eyes, full pouty lips, perfect little breasts, and a beautiful full round firm ass.

Nenet Part 1: My Girlfriend’s [f]riend came in front of her.

Really enjoying reliving these memories.

My girlfriend had been with a few girls before but never in our home town where friends or family could find out and absolutely never with a friend. All that changed with Nenet.
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I am sitting on the lazy boy armchair surfing through netflix when Aoife (Pronouned ‘E-fa’) returns. It’s still early. I look up

“Hi Babe, good party?”

I see her eyes. She is raging with lust. Something has happened. She pulls off her heels, throws down her coat walks towards me, sliding up her summer dress to reveal her pantie-less shaven pussy. She leans into the chair and starts pulling at my belt and yanking down my trousers. Once the cock is free, she grabs it and lowers herself towards it, rubbing the head along her soaked pussy until its hard, then she pushes herself down engulfing my cock.

She releases a long pended up “Aaaawwwweeee”, like an addict finally getting their fix. Her eyes are now closed, her head is tilted to the side, she is savoring her ‘fix’, finally able to release the sensation through her anxious body.

I was trying to go to sleep [mf] [inc] [mast]

The room was dark, cold, and the rain was hitting the window with a fury. I lied in my bed with the covers pulled up over my chest, usually rain was very relaxing for me but tonight I could not sleep. I tried everything from just closing my eyes to counting sheep but nothing was working.

I reached over to my night stand and grabbed my phone, “if I can’t sleep I might as browse the internet,” I thought to myself. After going through the typical social media and some message boards I determine that there was nothing interesting to look at. I sighed and set my phone next to me.

I threw the blanket off of me and sit up and set my feet on the cool floor. I stood up and walked to the window to watch the rain, but I mostly just saw the water rolling down the glass. As I watched my mind wandered to a few months prior when I had sex in the rain with an ex boyfriend and I feel my pussy start to tingle at the thought. I ran my hands down my stomach to the waist band of my panties, I pulled them down around my ankles and kicked them to the side. I reached over and opened the drawer to my nightstand and grabbed my small vibrator. I turned it on and started rubbing it up and down my wet pussy. I let out a quiet moan as I use the toy to separate my lips and find my clit. I bent over and braced myself on the windowsill while my legs quivered with ecstasy.

Infidelity at the Beach [MF] [ANAL]

I love that all these summer stories are coming out. What a sexy time of year!

[MF] [ANAL]

David had been waiting over a year for this vacation, working long hours and squirreling away money for airfare and five nights stay in the Bahamas. He loves the beach. He always loved the water but the moment he hit puberty his eyes became trained to seek out every attractive woman in a bathing suit. Large breasts with miles of cleavage supported by sturdy bikini tops. Small breasts with perky nipples covered by wispy fabric. And don’t forget the bikini bottoms. The trend of late he noticed was something that was almost a thong but not a string thong and the scrunchy bottoms with elastic which pulled the fabric into the buttcrack.

David and his wife Liz had set up their chairs as close to the beach as possible. They’d learned from experience that as the tide receded people are given to setting up in front of them and spoiling the view.

Tall Dark and Dangerous Part 2 [force,dark]

Chapter 1- I don’t have a problem, they have a problem…

The tall man in the slick suit looks down at his watch after he takes his seat amongst the deviants. He can’t believe he has a fucking year of this shit to sit through. He wants to tear into the fucking 300lb neck beard who got busted spying on high school girls trying on clothes at American Eagle. Fucking pervert had a problem. Me though? I did not have a problem. He thinks to himself “my bitch of an ex had a problem.” She reported that he “assualted” her last new years eve. They had done everything under the sun in bed, she even went ass to mouth a few times when drunk. She was filthy. It all went to shit one night when he was drunk and accidently said her sister’s name when he was balls deep in her. She kicked him out and she had officers at his office the day to book me for sexual assault. He had taken a similar deal that the Gen did and just got on with things as soon as possible. Having to clearly state that he was guilty of sexual assult did something to him though, it planted a seed in a very dark corner of his brain that lucky had not gotten the light needed to grow.

Kappa Theta Tau (Episode One) [FF][Mast][Dressup][First Person][Longform]

**Episode One**

The wooden dresser lets out a groan as I place my box of clothes on top. My breathing is slightly labored from carrying the box up the stairs, and I brush a drop of sweat from my hairline with the sleeve of my shirt. With a sigh, my eyes fall back onto the girl in the mirror. A new college freshman with a sad and worn expression. The dollar store makeup I’d gotten didn’t do much to accent my deep caramel skin, but it’s all I could afford. My straight black hair flows naturally down over my shoulders, ending halfway down my shoulder blade. The eyeliner does contrast my deep green eyes though, which are rare for Latino girls. My eyebrows are thick, but I keep them trimmed short so that they accent my eyes well. A subtle purple lip balm gives my plump lips a slight shine, but not making them stand out too much on my thin face. I’d always liked the shape of my face. Round with high cheeks, but my slightly thick nose and wide mouth fit it well. Thankfully, my skin has always been great and it is still smooth. My petite frame curved nicely where it needed to, thanks to my mom’s genetics. Not that you could tell it from my clothes, looking more like something for a boy than a girl. The over-sized long-sleeved shirt over my baggy jeans made me look like a boy in his father’s clothes. Unfortunately, it’s all my parents would buy for me. It didn’t help that I never grew higher than 5’ 5”. Thanks for that Dad.

Getting a helping hand from my nurse [Fm] [hj] [consensual]

I was really starting to get sick of waiting around the blood lab. This was 5 or 10 years back, when I was just a couple years out of high school, getting into the busy schedule of part-time college on top of part-time work. I was busy and stressed, and the last thing I needed was a prolonged urinary tract infection so bad that it made me miss classes *and* work. But, so it goes.

Now it was finally letting up and I was feeling ready to get back into the swing of things. But with all the missed classwork to catch up on, with the summer semester’s final exam season on the horizon, and my boss on my case trying to get my ass back on the work schedule, I was really not in the mood to sit around waiting for an hour to get blood and urine samples taken, for the I-don’t-know-how-many-th time in the past few weeks.