The tavern is grimy; the braziers lining the room are poorly stocked, and the flames flicker meekly and cast long shadows onto the rugged walls. The bartender scowls at us when we enter, but says nothing; three elf women, each more scantily clad than the next, with dark skin and darker lips, each of us holding the arm of another, each of us wagging our hips like only the most professional of whores might. To my left is Syndra, she of purple hair and purple eyes, and whose clothes are red and sheer and draped around her perfectly feminine form in a single, flawless motion. On the other side of her is Ghilanna, whose white hair reaches her waist, and whose eyes glow a crimson red above her pert, pretty nose. Her golden silks only serve to accentuate her hips and her chest, and had it not been for her umbral skin and fierce eyes, people might have thought her an angel.
Tag: Oral
Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica, Part 2/2. [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F, satire]
Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica
by DiscipleN
– part 2 –
Patrick kept me on a short leash, supplying my vape only when he thought I would crack. If our outing hadn’t been so fun, my cravings would have caught up with me. I might have cracked more often. I stayed close to him, to get my fix ASAP. After a fix, I was ready to conquer my husband.
“Are you sure you brought along enough charges and spare batteries?” I huffed a fix nervously, outside of our cabin. The night air was cold and a little spooky.
“Yeah, Mom. If not, they’re sold everywhere.”
“Not in a national park, they don’t.” I had been keeping an eye out for emergency supplies. “And hey, aren’t you a little young to be buying vape goods?”
“Took you long enough to notice. I don’t. I pay adults to buy it.”
“Where’d you get the money?”
“I stole it from you.”
“Oh.” I’d almost forgotten he was limiting my funds. “Are you having fun?”
“Kinda,” He admitted in a teenager’s, half surly way. “I wish we were home.”
Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica, Part 1/2. [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F, anal, satire]
Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F satire]
by DiscipleN
*For extra context, please read my first, “S.M.O.M.S.” story. (“The Origin” is not the first one. This story breaks-out from the first. All are self-contained.)
“My name is, Jessica Mayhew, and I will have been under my son’s control for one year, five days from now.” I despise every one of the needy cunts in the room. They try not to stare at my nearly naked, shaved body. More than one are probably bi. I’ve heard their stories. I’ve watched them listen around the circle of chairs in the dim light of one candle. They soak up each other’s guilt and grief and shame. They need reassuring, that their suffering can be eased by sharing with other victims of the same weakness.
I am neither weak nor ashamed. My son, Patrick, pays for his transgressions. My husband has caught us on several occasions, and I may have hinted the possibility to Ron beforehand. Remembering the first time we were caught still gets me off when I want alone time. Ron sent Trick to the hospital. The police were called. Trick told them his father had actually saved him from a beating by a mugger. We were a tight-knit family, getting along on a knife’s edge. Patrick has his mother’s genes for strength and arrogance. Ron is simply a bastard.
Hot summer afternoon 5-way [Group] by the pool – very long
Long time reader, first time poster. I’ve shared part of the below here with someone and though, since I’ve already written it, why not let everyone read it . Names are obviously changed.
The whole adventure happened some 12 years ago, I was 19 at the time and had just finished basic training, the other guys were 19 (Markus) and 18 (Bernie). The girls were both 18 (Marlene and Hannah) and had just graduated high school together with the younger guy.
We were at Hannah’s house since her parents were out and she had a pool, which was great during the summer to hang out, drink and get high. It all started out innocent, with us drinking and playing various games in and out the pool. The later it got, the more the alcohol and drugs started to affect our interactions.
Drunk Bus [FFM] [ANAL] [ORAL] [WS] [DRUGS]
Drunk Bus [FFM] [ANAL] [ORAL] [WS] [PEE] [THREESOME] [DRUGS]
This summer I took great advantage of the bus that ran all night ferrying partiers from one strip of bars to the next and back again. I would begin my night at the pub near my house, chatting up Viv, the ever cordial bartendress and when my legs felt light I’d catch the drunk bus across town to where the action was.
11 at night is still slow for Kent island. The bars and dance clubs stay open till 3 or 4 in the morning. The old folks are usually gone home early but the young are up all night smoking weed and rolling on ecstasy and whatever else they get hold of. It’s quite a show and I confess I don’t go to dance or pick up women, I just can’t sleep.
One evening I’m at Dylan’s Beach Club having a cigarette sitting at a table in the sand that surrounds the covered dance floor. It’s late, I’m not sure what time but these two young ladies have been dancing and making out right in front of the speakers for probably two hours without rest, or water. I’d say they were dance floor lesbians. The type of girls that like to make out with other girls when they’re drunk or high but go home to fuck their boyfriends.
[mf][oral] Sucky Vacation 5
Chapter 5
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Even through closed eyes and sunglasses, Jeff felt the cool shadow that blocked the late afternoon sun. He opened his eyes to discover a certain copper-haired beauty leaning over his lounge chair.
“Hey, Shawna.”
“Hey yourself,” she said while her curly locks dangled around his face. The first thing he noticed was the fabric of her deep purple one-piece straining across her swaying breasts. The second was her brilliant smile that crinkled the corners of her green eyes. “You up for a swim?”
“Sure,” he said.
He sat up and glanced at his cousin laying out next to him. Amy turned her head to smirk up at him. They had talked for a while after coming down to the pool. At first, she was a little freaked out thinking everyone could tell they’d just had sex. Jeff had kept her calm until it became obvious no one suspected anything.
He’d felt the same weird paranoia right after his first time at Bible Camp, especially when Ruth kept bringing up her purity ring with apparent sincerity. He patted Amy’s shoulder and returned her knowing smirk with wink.
HotFlashes–Squaring Up: Starring the Serafems! [mf] [oral] [clothed sex] [drunk sex] [angry sex] [fantasy]
“Look, it’s getting late. I’m tired, and you scared off my chances of getting laid. So, unless you’re going to suck me off, go back to your friends and leave me alone.”
“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“You sucking me off? No, you’re probably terrible.”
Ignis gave a long scoff.
“I’m great at everything. Including that.”
“I doubt it. Took you forty-five minutes to get out of a snare.”
“That’s different. These are two different things.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
He turned and started down the hallway.
“They are!”
“Whatever you say.”
“Fuck you, I can do anything.” She rested against the wall.
“Yep.”
“Oh, you bastard. I’ll show you!”
Pulling herself to her feet, she came from behind, gripping his shoulder and turning him around. Pushing him against the wall, she dropped to her knees.
“Ow,” she grumbled.
Fumbling with his belt, she tore his pants open and pulled him out, still soft.
“What? You’re not even halfway? Fine, be difficult.”
“Uh?”
She took him into her mouth, his body freshly shaved and smelling of soap. After a few pulls, she could feel him beginning to stiffen, each pump of his heart bringing him closer to his full size.
Slave Maker Chapter 2 (M/f, non-con, abduction, anal, oral, torture, humiliation)
She awoke slowly, head filled with fuzziness and blearily looked around. Nothing on the walls, no windows, and a solitary light hanging overhead. The only door to the small room was closed, and did not have a handle. A small screen was embedded in the wall, similar to the one she saw at the front door. The floor was bare and looked like concrete. No signs of elegance here. The only piece of furniture, if you could call it that, was a large cabinet in a corner. She was laying down on some sort of pad just large enough for her little frame. And she was completely naked.
—–
He glanced at his wrist watch and knew she would be waking up about now. He made his way to the outer door and locked it tight behind him with a thumbprint on the screen next to the entryway. As he casually walked along the short hallway to her new living space, he heard her hammering on the door. He stood outside for a moment, listening to her frantic efforts to escape. “She’s going to be a handful, isn’t she?” he mused to himself. Slowly, he opened the door, grabbing her as she made her predictable dash out the door.
Slave Maker Chapter 1 (M/f, non-con, abduction, anal, oral, torture, humiliation)
He gazed at the screen while the algorithm worked its technological magic. Faces and words flittered past, leaving a brief and fleeting impression on possible candidates. After the search was finished, too many results remained, so he entered further parameters that needed to be met.
“Alright…decrease the age from 35 to 30, take in the weight a bit, increase cup size. Try that.” Again, the program searched through the list, further refining possible choices. A few moments passed, and three faces appeared on the screen, complete with personal and intimate details. Height, weight, measurements, age, known languages, estimated income, family history, education, it was all there.
“Hmmm…I think not. Too much family, do not want her to be missed. How about you…possibly, possibly. And now for number three. Oh, that is interesting.” He clicked on the third face, probing deeper into the details of the result. “Akiko Tanaka. Orphaned at an early age, bounced around between foster homes, no known relatives, average student. Only 4’11” and 104 pounds, what a little thing. 21 years old, working a dead-end job as a fast food server. She even speaks English. Yes, you will do quite nicely.” He perused the available pictures, trying to picture her naked and thinking of how she might be in person. “Lovely tits as well, 30 D is definitely a find.” A few seconds passed, and a smirk slowly crossed his face as he stared at a picture of her in a skimpy bikini. “And I see a few modifications have been made. Excellent.”
Slave Maker Chapter 2 (M/f, non-con, abduction, anal, oral, torture, humiliation)
She awoke slowly, head filled with fuzziness and blearily looked around. Nothing on the walls, no windows, and a solitary light hanging overhead. The only door to the small room was closed, and did not have a handle. A small screen was embedded in the wall, similar to the one she saw at the front door. The floor was bare and looked like concrete. No signs of elegance here. The only piece of furniture, if you could call it that, was a large cabinet in a corner. She was laying down on some sort of pad just large enough for her little frame. And she was completely naked.
—–
He glanced at his wrist watch and knew she would be waking up about now. He made his way to the outer door and locked it tight behind him with a thumbprint on the screen next to the entryway. As he casually walked along the short hallway to her new living space, he heard her hammering on the door. He stood outside for a moment, listening to her frantic efforts to escape. “She’s going to be a handful, isn’t she?” he mused to himself. Slowly, he opened the door, grabbing her as she made her predictable dash out the door.