I waited for this moment, literally weeks worth of walking, timing, getting a routine and plotting the actions to pull this off. Having realized that the President of the HOA has a smoking hot daughter in her senior year of high school, the same
President who is also my boss at work, almost makes this too perfect. When my wife had taken the kids to her parents for a weekend pool party, I knew this was my chance. I waited on the other side of the parking lot, knowing that a midnight curfew
always meant a 10:30 hookup for his daughter and her boyfriend, around the corner from her home, I would have 45 minutes before they drove away…
Sure enough at 10:05 the camaro pulled into the parking lot, killed it’s lights and went down the service road to the dead end clearing. Waiting 10 minutes I followed,with my own lights off and everything setup for my plan.
Luckily my wife never asked why I purchased the ultrabright flashlight or the spotlight that plugged into the cigarette lighter… as I pulled up and left 20 feet between us I knew I was timing it perfectly. Even in the pitch black I could see the car was rocking and heavily fogged up. Clearly they were celebrating the big win at school where I’m sure he had done some game winning score or, maybe they were just horny. So I carefully set the spotlight on the left side of my cars roof started my camera and grabbed my flashlight. It was now or never….
Tag: Non-consensual
E-PAR Contracts: Amanda [maledom, femsub, NC, ws, cum, scat, group, fantasy]
Amanda had gotten lost on the service elevator on her second day at E-PAR and was 20 minutes late to her post. An hour later, she received an email from her boss to meet him in the HR office in the basement. As soon as she stepped off the elevator, three men grabbed her, tied her arms behind her back, folded her in half, turned her upside down and shoved her into the garbage can under the garbage chute from cafeteria upstairs. Amanda tried shouting for help as they pushed her dress up and pulled her panties to the side, roughly smacking her bared ass and digging their fingers into her cunt and asshole while talking to themselves about fucking her, but every time she opened her mouth, it filled with old coffee grounds and rotten food, threatening to choke her, so she closed her mouth tight and struggled to breath through her nose as she felt the garbage can being dragged down the hall, then lifted in the air as she heard even more men’s voices in addition to the other three. The garbage can settled down on a surface so it was almost as if she was kneeling. Her shoes had come off in the struggle, and she could feel cool leather on her toes and then the weight of someone on the surface behind her. A hand touched her right ass cheek and then suddenly, without warning, a cock speared into her asshole. She screamed as she was shoved forward, deeper into the garbage, instantly throwing up as her face landed in a clump of damp paper towels that had evidently been used to mop up spilled milk several days ago and had spoiled in the garbage. Her own puke smeared all over her face as the assault on her ass grew in intensity, her face smacking into the pool of vomit and rotten food and she puked again, which had the unintended effect of tightening her asshole around the invading cock. The man raping her asshole stiffened and pushed his dick as deep as possible and emptied his balls into her colon, grunting and then pulling out and smacking the head of his cock on her ass cheek to get rid of the last few drops of semen before he left. She tried to take the opportunity to get out of the trash can but was immediately shoved back in as a new cock shoved into her battered asshole and almost just as quickly came and pulled back out. Amanda sobbed into the rotten food and puke surrounding her face when she heard her boss’s voice and felt a large blunt object against her tender asshole.
The Time I Learned Kink Could Be Therapy [MF] (Trigger Warning)
**TRIGGER WARNING:** This story contains elements of CNC play. (If you don’t know what that means, Google it before continuing.)
*This is an old experience I’ve only recently memorialized. I’ve debated posting it for some time, since it’s way more intense than my other ones. I’m grateful to my friend for writing the “Her” portion — not only did it refresh my memory, it didn’t feel right to tell this without her perspective. As always, thanks to my followers for supporting these posts. And to the new readers, I hope you’ll check out some of my past stories.*
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**HIM**
A while back, I received a DM from a self-identified sub: “This is the first time I’ve messaged a Dom first. But I like everything about your profile so I thought I’d say so.” I poked around her page for a bit. She was stunning – with dirty blonde hair, sun-kissed skin and a mischievous smile – and her “About Me” section suggested a mindfulness and intelligence that drew me in. We exchanged messages, then arranged to meet the next time she was in my area. But then… she disappeared. Texts weren’t returned. When she finally reappeared, all she said was: “I can’t go through with it. You remind me too much of my ex.”
[F] [exh] [nc?] Lost in Thought
Lisa felt the warmth of two fingers running up the back of her leg. She wondered if they would stop if she screamed; but really, she wondered if she wanted them to stop. They continued caressing her thighs for a moment, before finding their way upwards, reaching under her pleated skirt, massaging at first, but then grasping at her buttocks. The touch felt foreign and aggressive, yet she couldn’t help but to lean back into it, giving her unknown assailant even more to grasp at.
As she stood in the middle of the train car, she glanced without moving her head to see if anyone else around her had noticed her situation. If she tried to lurch forward, she would land on the man dozing in front of her on this early morning commute. She was closely surrounded on all sides by others in their normal morning ritual, sipping coffee or reading news on their phones. As the hand grew bolder, rubbing along the gap between her inner thighs, Lisa felt not only vulnerable, but also a bit excited. As the fingers began working their way along the bottom of her black panties, she became undeniably aroused, her body betraying her mind as the situation evolved. Or was it?
“Seth, Builder of Boats” [NC, MFF, Furry, Sexy AI, Amputee]
*A continuation to [“Seth, Destroyer of Girls.”](https://old.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/cpn5ia/nsfw_seth_destroyer_of_girls_ff_mfffff_bdsm_furry/) Commissions open as always.*
Every night on the Ring was a moonless night.
Since the sun was always directly overhead it had surprised me that the ringworld even *had* a night, but its builders had thoughtfully provided it with a second ring to block the sun at regular intervals. It resembled a loop of old-fashioned film stock, with frames that were alternately transparent or opaque.
At the moment we were under one of the “shadow squares”, as the locals called them. We were also out to sea, bobbing along on a forty-foot raft. It was really just me and Aminata, but I’d grown so used to seeing her avatar nearby that, instead of summoning her to me, I went to where I’d last seen her.
“Aminata?” I said, ducking into the cabin in the middle of the raft.
She was strapped to the table, the stumps of her limbs neatly bandaged. She looked up at me, lust and fear mingling in her eyes.
“H-have you come to cut off more thigh meat?” she asked.
“Jesus,” I said.
More Than What She Wanted (MF, Fiction, Non-consensual, Forced Sex)
**More Than What She Wanted**
Belle contemplated between the black and hot pink bra. The theme of the night club was neon colours tonight. Everyone would be wearing white.
She held the bras up to her chest at the mirror, then raised an eyebrow, and moved the bras away to reveal her chest. Her medium sized tits looked ample on her petite frame. She smiled at the bold idea. She was not going to wear a bra.
Belle donned a white sleeveless turtleneck top and short red skirt. The white top seemed modest enough, except for her brown nipples being visible through the thin fabric. She styled her dark straight hair into loose curls and applied red lipstick on her lips.
She put her passport in her pocket. It was an annoyance to carry a passport around, but she hadn’t gotten her driver’s license yet, and entering the club required an ID.
Belle shook and squealed in excitement. She was 25, far too old to go to a night club, right? But she had been sheltered…incredibly sheltered by her family. Strict Asian parents, you know how it was.
She was tired of it.
My Sister’s Boyfriend
My cousin was getting married. We never saw this girl. She lived far away, in Charlotte, NC, for some reason, but it might as well have been China. So my mom, myself and my sister, Jenna, drove down to North Carolina for this wedding. Of course my sister and her boyfriend, James, were attached at the hip, so she had to bring him along. I was blissfully single and had no desire to bring a date.
We had two rooms reserved, one for my mom and me, and one for Jenna and her boyfriend.. After a long day of driving, we checked into the hotel at about 1am the day before the wedding. My mom was exhausted so she wanted to go straight to sleep, but I wasn’t really tired so I went over to my sister’s room to hang out for a while. Jenna and I were really close growing up, best friends. We would always hang out and had a lot of common friends.
Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 8 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]
Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly.
by DiscipleN
Chapter 8
A long silence followed. Stace tried to ignore the worst possibility. Had he killed me? Fear drove her then. She slipped off of her bed and carefully opened her bedroom door.
“It’ll strengthen your neck muscles.” Terry spoke sternly in a soft voice from the living room.
What was happening?
Stacy slunk into the hall and along its shielding wall. She dared to peek into the room. She saw me with my head buried under his stomach. It slowly rose and fell. I was rapidly losing strength.
She guessed. Under the black intruder’s mass of fat I was blowing his cum soaked dick.
“Suck up every drop, Slut. This is what you should have done this morning, but you left me there with cum dripping into the cot and the blanket!” He remonstrated. “I had to clean that shit up and the fucking, upper bathroom!”
My daughter ducked back, fresh tears seeping out. Would the nightmare ever end?
“I saw you there, baby slut.” Terry’s sharp eyes informed his sharp mouth. “Look all you want. You’ve already done more than I could have asked for.” He laughed.
I find the most amazing females on relatively anonymous dating sites and Reddit [MF]
First post here, and I’m an older guy who really is no Adonis whatsoever. I should foreshadow this….
I’m recently divorced, and recently recovered from a neurological condition which left me in a wheelchair for a while. That condition impacted my life, forcing me to learn to walk again and requires me (still) to stay in good shape and such. I’m in the gym 6 days a week. I’m not terribly old, but I’m not young either. There’s a good amount of grey peppered into my goatee these days and I suppose if I didn’t shave my head, the same would apply for the dome. I’ve got a few kids, left a nice big house to the ex which is almost paid off, there’s 1-2-3, 4 cars including mine in the driveway if I happen to be there, and a nice big ass backyard with a pool.
Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 7 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, MF, Mf, mdom, cuck]
Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly
Chapter 7
Terry had arrived before Stace returned from school, waiting for her at the front door.
“Don’t run, slut spawn.” He cautioned in a mild voice when Stace spied him. “And if you call the police, I’ll say you’re just a racist white girl hating on a poor black man down on his luck.”
“Get – out of here!” She stammered.
“I will. As soon as I get my due.”
“Mamma’s at work.”
“I can wait until then.” He grinned and pulled a worn, faded Rubik’s cube from his pocket.
“Get away from our door.” Stacy ordered, calming somewhat.
“Nope. I’m sticking right here, until your mamma gives what she owes me.”
Stace drew on her well tended pluck. “Don’t move.” She plucked keys from her jacket and ignored the fat black man while she unlocked the door.
“You’re as stupid as she is.” Terry pushed his way into our home, catching my daughter up in his wake. He shut the door behind him.
Stace ran to the end of the short hall. It was as far as she could get from her mother’s rapist. “Daddy! Help me!”