Fuck the Police [Str8] [MF] [nc] [blkmail] [Mdom] [preg]

Karen worked hard to become a cop. Once she obtained her badge she thought she was finally going to be the paragon of justice she always knew she was. She didn’t realize the slow degradation of her character that occurred as she spent more and more time on the force. She slowly started to look down the citizens she had sworn to protect. She began to look the other way when private assets were seized for the benefit of her department. She began to relish the chance to beat those who dare disrespect her authority. With the increasing protests she found herself indulgeing in this brutality more and more. She thought she was untouchable.

Then one day she arrived home to find a large envelope on her porch. Inside were pictures of her commiting violent acts. Craking the skulls of old men, beating peaceful protesters, and shooting out the eyes of women with rubber bullets. There were multiple shots, all clearly showing her face or her badge number. At the bottom of the stack of photos was a letter. It appeared to be written by the photographer, and they threatened to publish the photos online and send them too the media unless she go meet them alone. The letter instructed her to go to an old parking garage downtown at midnight. Sensing a trap, but feeling overconfident she decided to confront this mysterious blackmailer.

“Red Riding Hood and the Wolf Man” [MF] [narrative] [third person story] [str8] [fantasy] Wolf Man = [bst]? [monster male] [furry male] [fucked in the woods] [rough] [cnc] [nc] [rape] [part 1]

***”Red Riding Hood and the Wolf Man” [MF] [narrative] [third person story] [str8] [fantasy] Wolf Man = [bst]? [monster male] [furry male] [fucked in the woods] [rough] [cnc] [nc] [rape] [part 1]***

Our story finds a not so little Red Riding Hood skipping along a path in the woods. Her red hood up over her head, her short cape flowing behind her, her hair tightly braided into braids. Her tits pushed up in a tight lacy corset, her thigh high stockings held up by a garter belt over crotchless lacy panties to match. She might have a picnic basket filled with wolf shaped toys, but that’s not important.

Skipping through the woods, her ass jiggling under her cape, her tits threatening to pop out of her top, she sorely hopes the stories of a big bad wolf in the woods aren’t true. She really hopes he’s not part man, part beast, who preys on girls all alone in the woods. She definitely hopes that he isn’t so hungry that he’ll pounce on her and force himself upon her out here where no one could stop him. Grabbing her chest she thinks to herself how awful that would be.

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland ch. 3 Mdom NC(?) Deep penetration

Alice noticed with a start that in the very centermost point of the room, a tall table stood, perfectly clear and carved exquisitely with hearts and filigree. The entire point of the table seemed to be to hold a crystal decanter, delicately corked with a fat little heart, and emblazoned with a red and white card reading only “Drink Me.”

Willing her heart to calm, Alice steadied herself tentatively on the little table, still unaware that she was being watched. She pressed a hand to her pounding chest, then to the top of her thigh, then to her hip as she ground her legs together, willing herself to still after all she’d just seen and felt.
High in the shadowy corner of the ceiling, a purple cock glimmered into view, stroked by a strong hand. It rose out of the translucent fist, a glittering drop gathering at the thick head.

Taking up the decanter, Alice filled a small glass she hadn’t noticed before, crystal and perfect. She drew the glass to her lips and drank, her tongue gently and surreptitiously reaching out to capture the last fruity drops from the bottom. The liquid slid sweetly down her parched throat, thick and cool. She breathed deeply, drawing a heavy breath in, dragging the air into her as deeply as she could, willing her heart to slow down.

My free use weekend with my girlfriend and roommate [MFF]

Part One

To set the scene and such with characters, my girlfriend Ashley is a 5′ 2″ brunette, tanned skin, and gorgeous D breasts and a toned but slim butt and legs and also is a Nurse. Our roommate Megan is a 5′ 5″ dirty blonde who is fairer complected with freckles, a toned body throughout with an average B cup chest and she is a Drafter and Designer. And lastly, I am 6′ 0″, bearded, burly shouldered gentleman with a slight gut, but good muscle tone throughout the rest of my body and I am an Engineer.

As things have been picking back up at all of our jobs and getting more stressful, the wear and tear has been noticeable in day to day interactions. Whether it be chores that need to be done around the house or our own little projects that we want to do with the common areas, we have started to snap at one another occasionally.

Becoming a Pro Dom’s Kitten, P. 2: Hitching a Ride [FM]

[The First Night](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hfc289/becoming_a_pro_doms_kitten_the_first_night_fm/)

*At the end of this, there’s some rambling stuff in italics. If you want JUST the sexy stuff, read on, ignore the italics, and wait for part three. If you want the more honest truth about these events, keep your eyes out for italics.*

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Everything my life was, everything I thought I was…was different. I felt magical, vibrant, alive. With renewed confidence, I continued pursuing friendships. Put my nose to the grindstone academically. My parents planned a trip to come see my sister and I–my sister had started university in Nearby City two years previous, and she and her boyfriend would be hosting Thanksgiving that year. I was looking forward to it. I’d been missing them, even though I was quick spending all my time with new friends.

And speaking near-constantly with my new Sir.

Rick was….

Rick was a god to me. I can’t explain it any other way. His confidence, his presence, his aura in the company of others in the scene. He had been a professional dominant for many a year at this point, and I felt beyond blessed to be in his presence. I felt honored that he had noticed me, an eighteen-year-old BDSM virgin. A froshie university student, far from home, who was oh-so-vulnerable.

Hot for Teacher [FF, Fdom, NC, MC] (part 9, final-part)

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**Conclusion**

It had been almost a week since Michelle had been brought to Lisa’s for training on how to be the perfect lesbian lover and while the young school teacher had been forced to have non-consensual sex: drugged, blackmailed, and dominated by other women, she now embraced this transition in her life. It was almost as if the Michelle who existed before last Friday was gone and a new version simply took her place.

Michelle would never be able to adequately convey the new feelings she had or share with others the profound change in her life, but she knew it was as if a light were shown for the very first time that removed any darkness. Her life had become clear and she knew exactly what she really wanted – not what others had told her she should expect and be content with.

She had tasted of the fruit and now she wanted to devour and savor its essence. Kim had shared with Chel that neither she nor Lisa had ever drugged another woman before. Lisa much preferred the art of seduction but that time demanded it and they knew Chel would be resistant to embracing the change she needed in her life.

Who Do You Belong To? [MF] [Public] [D/s] [cheating]

This is a continuation of Owen and Kallie’s second encounter. It can stand on its own but you might be lost if you don’t read [Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fi9xbl/did_you_mean_it_mf_oral_public_cheating/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

You can also read about their [First Encounter](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f2y8ku/do_you_want_to_tell_daddy_no_mf_anal_cons_nc/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) for more of their back story.

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“Stand up”

“Yessir!” I say with a smirk, as I peel myself off of the hotel room door I’m slumped against. His eyes dance with amusement. Luckily, Owen enjoys my spirit. A glint of mischief flashes in his eyes as he steps back into the hallway from our protected alcove. He glances up and down the hall and then back at me.

“Take off your shirt.”
I blink at him and I can feel myself blushing as I realize what he wants. I bring my fingers to the hem of my shirt and hesitate, looking back at him.
“Problem, my sweet?”
“No,” I sigh, and then pull my baggy t-shirt up and over my head, making sure it catches on my tits as I do, feeling them bounce against my ribs once my shirt releases them.

Hot for Teacher [FF, Fdom, NC, MC] (part 8)

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Taylor Young may well have been the most attractive girl Michelle had ever met. She was instantly and totally smitten. Taylor, a rising junior at North Carolina State, stood 5’4″ with long brown hair down her back and big brown eyes.

“Hi,” Taylor said as she held out her hand for Michelle, her bright smile and pouty lips drawing Michelle’s gaze.

“Hello,” Michelle struggled as she took the young girl’s soft hand in hers.

“You here with anyone? Is Kat with you?” Kim asked. The name immediately snapped Michelle back to attention. Kat — Katherine, the girl from the photos last night.

“No, she went home for break. I’m here with some friends from school,” Taylor explained.

“Susan and Lisa’s here tonight. Come say hello. I know they’d love to see you,” Kim begged as the young girl looked over her shoulder, perhaps seeing if her friends were close by.

Hot for Teacher [FF, Fdom, NC, MC] (part 7)

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Michelle, Susan, and Kim dined on a wonderful meal of lasagna, salad, and bread as the three sipped their wine enjoying their conversation about the day’s activities. It had only been three days since Michelle had agreed to the terms Lisa and Kim had laid out to avoid the pictures of her, engaged in lesbian sex acts, from being revealed. She had been drugged, blackmailed, and forced to engage in non-consensual sex acts but now she was beginning to long for the sting of her mistress’s whip. The soft caress of a woman’s touch and the sweet smell of pussy.

The last three days had perhaps been the most exciting and fulfilling of her life and she wanted more. If she had been the unwilling victim before, she was now possessed and couldn’t get enough of lesbian sex.

“Michelle was surprised this morning when I told her you were a photographer. After dinner, you should show her some of your work,” Susan said to Kim as she brought the delightful red wine to her lips, her eyes sparkling in the soft dim of the candlelight.

The monologue [MM, BDSM, NC]

I don’t think you fully understood the question, so I will ask it again, but only once more.

First of all, let’s recap how we got here. You chose this. You were the one that I kept catching looking over at me working out. You were the one that came over to me and struck up a conversation. You were the one that suggested a drink after the gym. You were the one that brought the conversation round to sex. And yes sure you bragged about all the women you’d conquered, but what you really wanted to hear about was me. You egged me on to tell me about how I like to dominate men, how I like to hurt them, how my ultimate turn on is to rape a straight. And so then when I invited you back to mine for a nightcap you knew what it meant. And now here you are, in my basement flat. The door is deadlocked by the way.

So now things go one of two ways.