Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 10 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly

by DiscipleN

[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]

Chapter 10

Terry lingually drove Stace to three more orgasms by sundown. She lost all pretense of rebellion. She wept and held on to me, while I came twice to each of hers. When the sky darkened, he let her go. He told her to make supper for her parents. We had stocked our shelves with vegetable soups for Donald. She made spaghetti for me. Terry sneered when she offered to load a plate for him.

I wondered at stupid things, like why he required me to suck him clean and then stuff his cock back into my cum dripping cunt. Terry must have fucked himself dry that day. Stace slept in her bedroom, while I slept mounted to a fat pole sticking out of a fat mound. I woke in the middle of the night. His cock lurched inside of me. He moaned in his sleep, but the only cum there had been launched late afternoon. Never the less, I dismounted and sucked him clean. I fell asleep, plugged once more by a horrid man’s never withering protrusion.

MK Ultra [Str8, Bi, FFM, Drugs, NC, SM, BDSM]

Prologue

Inez made three staccato knocks on the door and waited. Dead silence. She stared down the empty hallway, hands idly tugging at the hem of her thin t-shirt. Some contractor had tried to mask the years of wear inside this anonymous high rise with a fresh coat of eggshell paint and the fumes were starting to make her nauseous. Inez puzzled over the generic modern art scattered through the hallway for a few languid minutes, then the front door cracked open and snapped her mind into the present. There was no sound of unlatching locks. James, scruffy and disheveled, leaned out into the hall. True to form he was decked out head to toe in Adidas.
“Athleisure suits you.” She said and flashed a grin.
“Come on in.” said James and returned a bemused smile. “The plants are in here.” He said as he turned around and motioned for her to follow.
“No how-are-you? No pleasantries?” she asked, feigning indignation. The question stopped James. In a heartbeat she caught an all-too-deliberate straightening of his posture. The instant he turned to face her something crystallized beneath Inez’s consciousness. Why did that little joke land like a jab? Was James acting strange? Did she tell anyone where she was going? Why was the apartment already empty? Is 6 months as coworkers enough to know a person? What are the odds? What are the signs? These were all the questions she learned to
ask and answer in a heartbeat.

Amy [MF] [nc][Str8]

Amy was adorably cute. She was petite, maybe 110 lbs and 5’4” with a mane of curly blonde hair, strong cheekbones, piercing green eyes, a tiny nose and beautiful lips. The type of girl who was stunning without makeup and so wore little of it. Which was a good match for her always fashionable but conservative dress

We were in the dorms together and part of the same group of friends. Early on, I noticed that under her happy exterior she had the vibe. Not the one that most of the girls I go for have – the ones who are on the verge of breaking down any moment, the ones who cut themselves and are always the victim – but it was there none the less. I knew if I had the opportunity she would let me do what I wanted but would put up a fight.

She might have forever remained the subject of dirty fantasies and had me and 2 of my not gone over to play board games with her and her roommates one Friday night.

The six of us played games until about 2 AM, laughing, flirting, eating veggie pizza and in general having a good wholesome time.

She let them [M/F, nc, prost]

“So, do you want to come by my apartment after we finish up? Can play some games, and I’ll let you borrow The Witcher 3 since you like RPG’s” he asked her. Sarah wiped her forehead and smiled as she loaded up some stock.

“Sure thing, Steve! Don’t really have much planned after that anyway,” she said. He slapped her butt and then laughed, running off. She laughed with him, slapping and just missing him. She shook her head and went back to putting up some merchandise on the shelves. She’d only been at the store for a month but liked it. She mostly worked with guys on the third shift, which was fine with her. She never felt comfortable around other women, not usually. She was raised by her dad and had always been a tomboy. Also, she liked and thrived on attention, which was always easy to come by when it was mostly guys and she was one of the few girls.

So you wanted to know why I’m like this? [M/F, nc, marked, slave]

“So, you want to know why I do it, why I’m like this?” she asked, taking a deep draw, exhaling the smoke slowly through her nose. “I don’t know, honestly. Not fully. I mean, stuff happened, early on, later, but I felt like I made it through all that. I stayed sane, true to myself, pushed forward. Finished High School. A rarity in my family. Then after leaving them all behind, traveling halfway across the country to leave it in the past, started college. All on my own.” She took another deep drag and then fidgeted with her fingers, looking down.

“I even finished college. Got a good entry level job. People would have called me a fucking success story. Small town girl makes it big. And by that standard, I guess I did. I was going places, a shooting star, going up, up, up. And then, life changed.” She stubbed out the cigarette and got another out, offering the reporter one. He shook his head and she shrugged before lighting up. The smoke curled in the small changing room.

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 9 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, Ff, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly.
by DiscipleN

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​Chapter 9

Terry used his key to unlock our apartment, two days later. It was Saturday. He carried what looked like a doggie poop bag and five twenty dollar bills. I waited naked on our new couch. He passed me and knocked on Stace’s door. “I got what he promised, and what I promised.”

The door opened and my teen child, red faced from frequent crying fits, peered out blankly. He gave her the money and the bag. “That’s all yours. The house rule doesn’t apply.”

In the bag was a severed little toe, fresh. My terrified daughter dropped it and the money. She hugged Terry.

Donald screamed from the master bedroom. We had bound him to the bed. “He’s got the addiction bad. Even a small dose might kill him.” Terry had explained. “Gotta let it burn down for a few days.”

“I’ll take care of you, baby.” Terry patted Stace’s behind.

“I hate you.”

“You got reason, but it don’t matter. If you want more money, you’ll work when I tell you.”

My[20F] friend [21F] fingered me in a hotel room while our friends [FF] slept in the next bed

It was my first sexual experience with a woman and I can’t stop thinking about it ever since it happened. I’m having so many dirty thoughts about other things I want her to do to me and all the places I want to touch her.

Her: 5’7”(ish) curvy, C cup breasts, large incredible round ass, shoulder length straight brown hair, blue eyes.
Me: 5’4” curvy, E cup, ass is okay but nothing like hers, long brown wavy hair, green eyes, freckles.

I have known her for about a year and we are friends but we didn’t really get close until this trip. I had thought a couple times she may have been flirting with me as she has gotten a little touchy when we are drunk, but a lot of people where we go to school are conservative so I didn’t want to assume anything and cause an upset. I also have no idea how to flirt with a girl even though I have had feelings about women before.

We have the long weekend off from college this weekend so the four of us decided to drive to NC and have one last beach trip.

Her first time [MF, oral, nc, prost]

The first time she had done it, was for some beer. It wasn’t that she was a prude, but the opportunity had never really come up for her to have sex. But when her parents left town for the weekend, she had decided to throw her first, and ultimately only, party. She had let people know about it, invited a lot of people she barely knew. She was new to this high school and she wanted to make friends. What better way than a no parents party? She had spent almost all the money she had saved up for food and snacks, put up all the valuable shit, but she was still lacking alcohol. She tried a few stores with her fake id, but they were honest employees and ran her off. With the party coming up the next day, she’d been desperate.

So, going to one of the few stores within walking distance, she’d asked a couple men and women to buy her some. She was a bit nervous as they already lived right in a sketchy part of town, but even then, people were rejecting her. Frustrated, she almost left when a man whistled at her from the corner of the store near the dumpster.

My first girlfriend and her mind games [Fdom m]

While inspired by real events, the story below is work of FICTION and describes what can be viewed as non-consensual sexual acts between two teenagers.

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My first relationship was a very strange one. It seemed fun at the time but now that I think of it, it was wrong in many ways. Despite that, I enjoyed it a lot but it was my fault that I let it evolve into what it became.

When I was in high school, I had an embarrassing problem: like many teenagers, I had premature ejaculation. It wasn’t just a matter of cumming too early during sex, I would sometimes even cum instantly if a girl touched my dick, even through clothes. This didn’t happen when I masturbated, so I only discovered this when I got my first “girlfriend” in high school. I was quite a shy guy and I was never very successful with girls, so when this girl (let’s call her Lisa) who was completely out of my league decided to date me, I was mortified. I could not understand why a girl like her wanted to date me, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t ruin my chances.

The Guarantee [MF][non-consensual]

Quick note: I wrote this for a new partner a few days after our first date (!) as our messaging revealed she was interested in getting closer to this kind of fantasy but didn’t know how to start thinking about it.

The story arc is pretty conventional, I think? But hopefully you enjoy it anyway.

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Imagine you’ve decided to line up a Tinder date with somebody new for Friday, and we match. On paper, I check all the right boxes for you, and you’re excited to see if the chemistry is there.

Our messaging goes really well — you like how I think and talk, so we start trading pictures. You love how into you and your sexuality I am, how much I seem to want to please you. And the pictures I send you… you like what you see. You’re excited to see how it all plays out in person. By Wednesday, you can feel yourself getting turned on by the thought of being with me, how my broad shoulders would make you feel so petite, how wrapping your arms around my back to pull me deeper inside you would bring you such ecstatic pleasure. You spend a fair bit of time Wednesday and Thursday getting yourself off in hot, mad anticipation…