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Chasing Anna: After selection

This isn’t 100% complete, but it should at least get some resolution for those who have been following. Bracketed notes give a synopsis of a few missing sections. There’s a lot more that could be told in this world, but I think the pen is hung up on it. If you have any outstanding questions feel free to ask.

For newcomers:

[Day 1 Morning](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7dbyr/chasing_anna_day_1_morning_mf_nosex_slow_start/)

[Day 1 Evening](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7nt69/chasing_anna_day_1_evening_mf_noncon_slow_start/)

[Day 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7yh3x/chasing_anna_day_2/)

[Day 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a8bh57/chasing_anna_day_3/)

[Day 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/admmc8/chasing_anna_day_4/)

[Day 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/aeadmo/chasing_anna_day_5/)

[Day 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/agq8sf/chasing_anna_day_6/)

[Day 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bhtqft/chasing_anna_day_7/)

Anna woke in what seems to be the softest bed she had ever felt. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to even open her eyes. Her whole body ached and one good night of sleep was not enough to overcome a week of exhaustion.

“You’re awake,” a voice said.

Anna opened her eyes and sat up. Ma’am was sitting next to her bed.

“What will you do with me now?”

“Nothing. Your fate is your own now. We won’t push you to anything. The whole of the facility is at your disposal.”

“I can leave then?” Read more »

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 8 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly.

by DiscipleN

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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. Read more »

I DON’T EVEN FEEL GUILTY [MF] [mast] [oral] [swallow] [cheat]

Mily and I have been friends for six years. We met at a mutual friends summer BBQ and hit it off. Turns out, she’s married, has kids, does the whole 9-5 thing, lives in the suburbs, has a miserable commute, etc.

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Her husband was a bit of a bore. He is that reliable sort of husband—schlubby looking, heavy duty dad bod, same haircut since he was 16 type of guy. He’s got an anger problem, loses his temper quickly, drinks too much, etc. But he’s a great dad and despite it all, a reliable husband. Mily resolved that the pros outweigh the cons. And so even though there was no flame, no attraction and the most boring sex, she was committed to him.

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One afternoon, when she was near my office, she called to see if I wanted to grab a quick coffee. She asked if I was seeing anyone. I said I wasn’t—and was actually happier that way. I could date around, sleep around, and had no obligations hanging over me.

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She sighed.

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Class of ’04 – Part TWO – (mf) (oral) (PIV) (voyeurism) (exhibitionism) (taboo) (teacher/student)

Even in my wildest fantasies, I’d never imagined this. The object of my desires for so many years was fucking me with his fingers at the bar of my high school reunion. My back was almost touching the wall and his body was shielding me from the rest of the people in the room.

“Here’s your wine and the scotch on the rocks for you.” The bartender smiled at us as he placed our drinks beside us and walked away.

Mr O’Neal pushed his finger deep inside of me, his palm rubbing against my clit. “We shouldn’t.. Ahh.. We shouldn’t.. Oh fuck.. Sir we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Fuck it’s a turn on when you call me sir.” He growled in my ear, he added a second finger, he was gently stretching me open with each pump, scissoring his fingers inside of me. “I know we shouldn’t, but I’ve wanted you, this, for so fucking long Luna.” Read more »

[FF] I beat a slut until she cried, and only then did I cum

I met Jill online, in one of those Facebook nudes groups that were randomly popular in 2017. She was pretty typical: 5’0”, blonde, curvy, B-cup breasts. But two things caught my eyes:

1. She was into some pretty extreme kinks.
2. She looked more like she was 16 than 26.

Sure, the school girl miniskirts didn’t help, but even without them there was a youthful vibrance in her face. She looked like a kid. Oh, and she lived in my county.

I started sending pics shortly after she did, hoping I’d catch her eye. I did, and after she gave me a couple of flirtatious compliments I slid into her DMs. 100% to ask about her job at the local library and 0% to ask to meet up for sex of course. At first at least.

After a couple weeks of talking, we started to become friends. Mostly we bonded over shared mental illness and feeling misunderstood for our kinks, but we also talked about music and books and philosophy and all the typical stuff. Like I said, she was into extreme things: gore, being drugged unconscious, kidnapping, CNC, and more. She hadn’t had an orgasm in months because she could only get off to the most extreme things and nobody was willing to go far enough with her. Read more »

[MFM] Bi dick sucking with my best freind

So I [M] have been wanting to suck dick with my childhood [F]reind for a month now, in fact you can probably scroll through and find my psuedo embarrasing quest to get here. Anyway, after receiving a ton of good advice, I finally asked her if she’d like to suck dick with me. she giggled a bit, and said shed love to.

(The guy we ended up sucking is this barista she knows from this cafe she frequents. He’s been complaining about bad head for a while now, so when we offered to give him MFM head he was up to it.)

Anyway, we schedule it for after this reunion today, around 6. I was anxious all day, I wanted to burst with horny anticipation, unti it finally came. I run over to here dorm, enter, and walk into to her house to seeher naked and a roughly 6’5 thick as fuck cock. Fuck yes.

I drop my clothes get down on my knees, and wait for her to get into position.

I get to work on his balls, she pays with his tip. I wanted to build some anticipation for both me and him. I could hear her moaning on his dick as I took his sack in my mouth. Read more »

Sara’s Self Discovery (Part 9)

“Mistress it’s just that I have never… with another boy.

With that “Sub” reached out and very gently cupped “Lad’s” cheek and stroked his face as he looked deeply into his eyes.

You could see “Lad” visibly melt at the first touch from “Sub”. 

As “Sub” led “Lad” towards the center of the room a crowd began to gather in a circle around the two, yet leaving a wide space in which they may play.

Someone had also brought over a small open backed sofa and placed it in the center of the room.

 Standing behind “Lad”, “Sub” reached around him and began exploring his body.

Running his fingers through his hair ruffling it up, he proceeded to work his way downward.

Stroking the boy’s face ever so gently, he placed his index finger in “Lad’s” mouth.

Immediately “Lad” began sucking on the proffered appendage.

While I watched I saw “Lad’s” cock harden further and begin bobbing up and down.

 “Sub”, continued his exploration by tweaking the boy’s nipples, pinch, pull and twist.

As his nipples were twisted “Lad’s” knees bent a bit as he tried to cope with the intensity of the sharp pain from the twisting.  Read more »

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from feeling like I’m in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched. Read more »

She wanted his Father instead PART 5 (mf) (ff) (oral) (PIV) (anal) (threesome) (domination) (coercion)

I felt two strong hands rest on my shoulders and a hard cock pressing against the small of my back. Sharon’s eyes danced from mine to his, I could see her thinking about it. I released her wrist, giving her the choice and when her fingers stayed inside of me I reached up and undid her bun, her long blonde hair cascaded down to her shoulders. In truth I’d never been with a woman but I liked to try anything. I threaded my fingers into her hair and pulled her gently to me, when our faces were close enough I licked along her bottom lip. She opened her mouth to me, our tongues met and wrestled together.

“On your knees Sharon, ” I whispered to her, my hands in her hair I put a little pressure behind them pushing her down to her knees. “Taste us both.”

She was trying to hide her arousal but she couldn’t, not when she lowered herself willing, her face at my pussy. Stevens hands dropped to my hips and then down to my thighs, he lifted 1 and then the other. Opening me up for his ex wife, his cock was once again rubbing between ass cheeks. Read more »