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Peccancy [Anal, huml, nc, reluc, feminization, MM, Mdom, Msub, Fdom]

(Hey, just found this buried in a thread. The brief video at the end was taken down shortly after, but I transcribed it for this post. Thought you guys might enjoy.)

User_PrincessNat: I’m going to try to tell you everything that he did to me. I think it might help me start to accept what’s happened to me.

It all started with Han, the worst asshole I knew. He was Asian, ripped, rich, and, unfortunately, hung like a horse (you won’t believe how I found that out). That thing about Asian guys and small dicks? Not true. And he was always working out at the gym. I was always too afraid to go–having to negotiate with all those guys for bench privileges seemed too nerve-wracking and awkward to bear. I ran instead, and I would do the occasional squats and crunches at home, for the sake of my knees and core. Han had a way more impressive physique than me. I was more lean, although I had pretty thick…upper legs…from the running. We all don’t realize how much brute physical force still counts in this world, and Han had it over me. We were rivals, and in raw power I was completely outdone. But by the time I realized it, he…I’m sorry, I don’t quite know where to start. I think, maybe, I need to go a little farther back. Read more »

The Adventures of Dennis Part 4: Stains (part 1 of 2)

At the end of the year parties at school, everybody gets their pick: either an attic in the woods, a dorm at school, or some sketchy basement. I was happy to choose the sketchy basement of my pal John and his girlfriend Lisa. They had a nice house down the hill from campus. It was June—college for us lets out late—and it was about 95 degrees. The party was obviously going to be crazy. What I did first was drink five beers by myself in my dorm. I walked down to their house by myself singing something loudly. I wore my black tank top and kahki jeans. I flexed my arms as I walked and saw that, thankfully, two weeks of not going to the gym had not really decreased my muscles. I was walking alone and singing and not caring about the occasional person giving me a funny look because I did not want to feel lonely. I was, after all, alone. Renee had decided to go to her friend’s film screening. I think she was mad at me. When I got to the house I said hi to everybody fairly quickly and was immediately offered a pot brownie. I took it. The last time I’d eaten a pot brownie I’d hated it; I was sick and vomited. I was in a mood to take my chances again. I talked with John for a while about our Semiotics class and how glad we were to be done with it. I don’t think I came across as too wrecked, although maybe that was just me. I spotted a few girls dancing awkwardly in a group to Miley Cyrus. They cackled when one of them tripped. They were also munching on pot brownies. I wearily made my way towards them. I leaned against the wall, throwing the rest of my brownie in the trashcan. I chose to just stare at the girl who had tripped. He hair was died a messy orange—you could still see her original brown hair color encroaching on her head—and she didn’t say much. She had on a denim jacket and wore black fishnet stockings with a preppy gray skirt. Weird, weird fashion sense. She noticed me staring at her and smiled and looked away. I kept staring, occasionally yelling something back at John. She looked over at me again, a little cock-eyed, but still, she smiled again. When she noticed me still staring at her for a third time, she whispered something to her friend and walked to me. “Hi, Amelia.” She said it like it was a diagnosis. She didn't hold out her hand. I shook it anyway. “Like Amelia Bedelia?” “What?” “Didn’t you read when you were a child?” “Um…yeah, but…” “You sure? You’re not illiterate? Maybe kind of a low IQ?” “What?” “I mean, I saw you almost fall on your ass back there. There’s only two possibilities. You’re high out off your gourd, or you need to pay a visit to the dum-dum store.” I tapped her on the forehead. “Pick one.” She just looked at me, uncomfortable. “I’m only joshing you,” I said, giving my best sensitive smart guy laugh. “Come on. Let’s dance.” “I am really smart,” she said. “But I’m not a great dancer. And I’m sure you’re complete shit.” “We’ll see,” I said. Read more »

Wish Cums True Pt 3: The Massage [Threesome (MFF), Cumplay, HJ, Mast, Oral]

Wish Cums True Pt 3 [Writer’s note: for those who tl;dr part 1 or part 2, I made a wish in a dream to be able to physically and mentally change myself and others. As a result, I went from a tall out of shape dad to a sexy hot model type with an insatiable lust for sex. Here is part three, where I start to really have fun!]

Now that I had the blessings of my wife, it was time to have some more fun with my powers. I thought about what to do, and where to go, and then I remembered Carrie. About a year ago I hurt my back playing basketball and I had to get physical therapy to get it fixed. Part of my physical therapy regimen was getting a massage every 2 weeks. My physical therapist recommended a massage spa across town and I went and saw Carrie for 12 sessions over 6 months.

I called up the spa and made and appointment and asked specifically for Carrie. The girl who answered said that the only appointment she had left was her last of the day at 4pm, so I booked an hour and tried to think of how I would get through the rest of the day until my appointment. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. (Submissive Mothers Organized for Mutual Support) [inc] [m/F] [mdom/Fsub]

S.M.O.M.S. (Submissive Mothers Organized for Mutual Support)

by DiscipleN

"H-hello. My name is Claire McBice, and I have been under my son's control for nearly two weeks." It's hard to take a breath after introducing myself. The small circle of women listening may be my last hope to escape dire circumstances. My marriage is on the verge of collapse. My eldest daughter has fled our home, and my youngest boy will undoubtedly, soon discover his older brother's crimes against me and his father. I am filled with fear, but right now I am more afraid of these middle-aged women huddling in the light of one candle, who may be able to keep me from going insane.

This group is supposedly one of many around the world comprising an organization in only the loosest sense. Most are in America where it started some time after the civil war. No one knows who started it or where it began, but it wasn't well organized until the fifties. Before then a few lucky thousands of women were helped. Now it's guessed that hundreds of thousands of son ravished mothers have been helped. It still isn't officially an organization. There aren't leaders. Most circles hardly know one other. Unlike AA, if you're lucky enough to be invited into a group, that's the only group you'll likely ever have. Read more »

The Adventures of Dennis Part 3 (part 1 of 2)

Brie had a habit of pressing her face against my neck during some point usually towards the end of our sessions. But there were also times when she clutched the back of my neck and suddenly I felt her nose bearing down on my Adam’s apple only about two minutes in, so maybe she was just nervous and didn’t know what to do. There was this one time in my dorm room, during a bout of midday horniness that needed some relief. And this time was sexy as shit because she was sitting on top of me and I bounced her up and down and felt my thumb digging in to her belly button and watched her moan up at the low hanging light that she could have bonked her head against if she leaned much closer. As if she were practicing modern dance choreography (and she had been a dancer, which she’d given up for studying painting and banging me), she curled her head down so she was looking straight down at my lower belly. And she turned up the volume of her moans as if the hairier part of my stomach made it so much sexier. And she dipped downward and buried her face in my neck, while at the same time, amazingly, reaching back with one hand and grasping my cock to make sure it stayed inside her. This time I was being responsible and wearing a condom. It felt very awkward, but for the next minute or so, I got an inch-away view of her thin, stringy black hair with even a single gray hair near the top of her head where it parted. She’d worn her hair in a ponytail when we first met, but that had gone the way of all bad ideas. Her breath felt hot on my neck and her moans vibrated off my pillow like a surround sound museum piece. I felt her hand that wasn’t on my cock slither around in to my hair. I felt her eyelashes fluttering against my neck. I peered up over her head to see what the action was like south of the great hill. Her ass bobbed in the air and my dick felt like it could fling out of her at any second. So I scooted down and, in a feat of gymnastics, curled my legs up so they forked between her legs and spread them out on either side and got my old pal more firmly situated in her pussy. I thrusted with more authority and her hand jerked away from my cock. It writhed across her ass and rested at the edge of her crack. I could see my nuts flailing above her ass like two fat kids trying to jump over a wall, but then I started coming and shut my eyes and put both of my hands around her cheeks. I raised her face so she looked in to mine and at the moment our eyes met she stopped her staccato moans. Her face was flushed and her lips were parted and her eyes were squinted, like they had been shut for duration of their acquaintance with my neck. The fat of her cheeks was balled up between my thumbs and forefingers. I finished and let my legs fall flat. I didn’t kiss her. I just held her face and we stared at each other, breathing. She bent down and kissed me for a long time. Read more »

The White, Rich, and Bitchy Club, Part I [mf, hand stuff]

The WRB Club, Part I

By: Inn_cognito

Jon was fucking his blonde MILF in the next stall. I leaned back against the toilet seat as the blonde MILF’s redhead friend sucked my dick. She looked up at me with her green eyes as if to ask if I was enjoying myself. I ran my hands through her soft hair and pushed her head down my dick. I take it that she considered it a compliment because she started to pick up her pace. I could hear the MILF’s stifled moans and Jon’s muffled groaning in the next stall. I had to stifle my own groaning as my new friend swirled her soft tongue around my cock. I could see her fervently toying her pussy, making herself a wet mess for what was about to come. And come I did. She swallowed every last drop of my semen.

“Holy shit,” I whispered to her. “You didn’t have to that.”

She winked at me. “Its ‘k. I don’t want to ruin my make-up. You still good to go?” she asked, tilting her head and licking her fingers clean of her pussy juice. Read more »

Yet Another MILF Party…With a Twist [Str9, mmFFFF, anal, inc, mast, oral]

“So dude, I don’t want to sound weird or anything, but I think you should hook me up with Mrs. Skye or Janet again. I’ve been going through a bit of a dry spell,” Jon said to me on our walk home from school. I knew it would only be a matter of time until this came up, but since then, there had been a bit of a complication. Not only was I fucking Janet and Mrs. Skye, but I’d also started fucking Jon’s mom, and she wouldn’t be happy if she found out that I had arranged something with the other two without including her.

“Yeah man, maybe soon, but I don’t want people to start thinking something is up,” I responded, trying to dodge the topic.

“Don’t fuck me over man. How can you take the two hottest fucking MILFs around and not even give me a shot?”

“Fine!” I almost shouted at him. I just wanted to end the conversation. “Tomorrow night I’m going to Mrs. Skye’s house with Janet. If you just shut the fuck up, I’ll let them know you’re coming too.” Read more »

Mindless fingering.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

You are ushered down to a grand hall, to have breakfast with the Master.

Esther and Sammy are there; they, like how you first met them, are naked.

Master is naked too; the only people who are clothed are Master's butlers and servants. They do not talk, but merely serve up the eggs, bacon and toast. You notice Master's erection. What you do not notice, is how Wendy has disappeared.

Esther and Sammy look fearful, but they are also equally aroused by Master's cock.

"Hi, Betty," Master says. He directly addresses you for the second time.

"Do you know why you're here?" he asks. You shake your head. Your wetness has made the leather chair slippery. You want Master's cock so bad. You're here for Master's cock.

"You're here to eventually have my children. But most importantly, you're here to pleasure me," Master says. "You know you want to… to be part of my harem."

I want to. you think. So bad. Read more »

GRO Part 8 – Daddy/Daughter Day [Bi, Mfff, oral]

“Oh wow, daddy, that was amazing!” Jeni said as she stepped into the living room with Bella. Her dad’s eyes snapped open and he half-shoved Amber aside to stare in shock at his daughter. This is going to be fun, Jeni thought.

Jeni had heard the unmistakable sounds of fucking as soon as she and Bella walked in the backdoor. Both girls had smiled at each other and perked up, thinking it must be Bobby home after all. But then they’d heard a male voice, much deeper than Bobby’s, and cold chills crept up Jeni’s back.

They both crept around the corner to see what they could see. But they soon discovered they had no reason to be quiet – the couple fucking in the living room was making enough noise to cover up a UFO landing.

Peering in, Jeni confirmed her suspicions – it was her father in there, but she didn’t recognize the girl. Bella did, though.

“Amber!” she whispered, pointing. The girl looked young, and Jeni suspected she was Bella’s age since they knew one another. Her tits were clearly the product of GRO, but who had given it to her? Bobby clearly had some explaining to do. Read more »