The Blue Viper Files Part 3 [MF] [FF] [BDSM] [Hypnosis] [Cuck]

**Chapter 3: Nevesta**

**Ben**

Ben’s alarm went off, and a smile crept over his face. Another day. Another opportunity. He sprung out of bed and stretched. He threw on some workout clothes and was out the door in five minutes. He couldn’t waste time. He wanted to get ten miles in before work today. He found that if he worked out in the morning, he would have more time with Betsy when he got home. The more time he got with Betsy, the higher the chance that Madame Sasha would let him cum today.

Another opportunity to prove himself.

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**Betsy**

When she was sure he was gone, Betsy rolled out of bed. She felt terrible. She wasn’t sleeping. She knew that much. But she wasn’t sure she needed sleep anymore. That sounded crazy, she knew, but once she got into trance, she’d feel rested. She didn’t have a lot of time until Ben got back. He was getting faster each day.

[MM] Married man explores bi side with help from a sexy black guy. Fiction.

“Fit, married, bisexual looking for a safe, drama free, playmate…

I am a 47 year old white man, happily married (to a woman), who has his wife’s blessing to seek out the company of other men. I haven’t been with a man since the 90s, but I am very ready to rekindle that part of me. I am 6’ tall, 190 lbs, very fit, blonde curly hair, green eyes, and a seven inch thick cut cock. Sexually I am into mutual passion, kissing, body contact, oral and anal, I also have some fetishes (like man musk) that I’d like to explore. I am versatile but if I had to choose one or the other, I would choose to bottom. Check out my pics and if you like what you see and read, hit me up. I’m not looking to go cock hopping, would rather find one or two special friends with whom I can build intimacy, rapport, and trust. Hope to hear from you.”

I clicked the option to approve my profile and away it went into cyberspace. I began looking at the adult personals site that catered to gay men which now hosted my profile. I refined the search to within 50 miles of me, refined again by age, and started scrolling. So many men, so many dicks.

[MF][inc] Brother Confesses to Little Sister. She Confesses Back and Seduces Him [str8]

Noah stepped into his sister’s apartment and took off his coat, hanging it on the door hook over hers. She sat on the couch, clearly as pissed as she sounded in the texts, her blonde hair on her bare shoulders, hiding the straps of her running top. “Sarah, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“What do you mean what’s wrong? 25 years of being my brother and 26 years of being alive and you can’t figure out why I’m pissed? You cut me out and I just now figured it out after MONTHS! You don’t call, you don’t respond to my texts. You ignore me when we visit Mom and Dad. You stopped doing movie night with your work excuses. You don’t do our monthly expensive restaurant thing. You don’t even come over to say whats up. I told you I got a new job that I’ve been trying to get for almost two years, and all I got was a “Congrats, so proud of you!” text back. WHAT THE FUCK!”

“Ok, listen, I’ve been busy.” he nearly whispered.

Step Sister Corruption Part 100 – Day 64 An unusual view (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

My cell powered on and I had to wait for the system to fully check into the cell towers because I have no idea when the device detached itself from the cell carrier’s servers as it powered itself off when it died from the over usage.

I didn’t have to wait long as my phone went crazy with everything coming in from all the messages from Kel and Summer….which I knew about as they were worried after I hadn’t text Summer after my meeting with Dr. Braxter.

Then a notice popped open letting me know that my phone’s internal storage was at near full capacity sitting at 98%.

Crap!

Before my meeting with Dr. Braxter I knew my phone was sitting at roughly 46%….I think.

I didn’t keep much on my phone. The only thing that ate my phone’s storage was all the saved texts though all of them were uploaded to my significant cloud storage that I pay a measly $4.99 a month for.  My cloud storage was roughly twenty times larger than my phone’s capacity and my phone’s capacity was impressive.

[FF] The true and fucked up story of how my mom and i started sleeping together.

Hey everyone, I’m Gina. I was supposed to start freshman year of college last year, but rather than start my first year of college remotely, I decided to take a year off.

This had been coming since before the pandemic, but the pandemic didn’t help and a couple months ago my parents go divorced.

So, like 3 weeks ago I’m sitting in bed, playing on my phone when I hear this noise. Wasn’t sure what it was, kind of a dull buzzing. I finally put together what it was. My mom and my room share a wall and it is…not super thick. I heard heavy breathing and eventually some light moaning. My mom had bought herself a vibrator! I guess she’d never had one?

Anyway, I was sort of embarrassed but figured I’d just put in my headphones and go to sleep. Just one night. No big deal.

But the next morning my mom was at it again! And then again that night. Shes was going at herself morning and night for days. At that point, I felt like I couldn’t say anything! She was really happier than she’d been and I feel like the embarrassment would kill her.

Hotwife Sneaks Out: While on vacation with her family, she can’t avoid the temptation of another man… [MF][Domination][Vixen][Sex on the Beach][Public Sex][Latina]

“How many times have you flown to meet a woman for sex?” Stela asked.

I was sitting alone in the airport waiting for my flight to board. Stela had sent me a video chat request. She was hiding from her family in the restroom of their beach house.

“This is the first time,” I answered.

“You can be honest with me,” she teased. “I won’t be any less flattered. I’m sure you pulled this move in the past to impress other ladies.”

“I am being honest,” I told her. “This is the first time.”

It was the truth. I’d traveled to meet women in the past, but that was for long romantic weekends spent mostly in bed pleasing one another. I’d never even considered getting on a plane just so I could fuck someone a time or two if she could sneak away from her husband and family for a bit.

Stela was smiling from ear to ear. She enjoyed flirting with me. She also enjoyed being desired. A man flying in just to fuck her thrilled her.

[M]y one and only MMF experience.

“Get your ass up, we’re going to Topanga’s,” I said to my college housemate Cody.

“Nope,” he replied, not taking his eyes off that very captivating game of NHL 97.

“Turn that shit off. Get your ass up. We’re going now,” I insisted.

“Nope,” Cody snapped, cruising Teemu Selänne up the ice.

“Oh yeah?” I said and pulled out a huge bottle of Bankers Club rum I had with me.

“Yep,” Cody flipped like a switch.

Cody jumped up, shut off the PlayStation, not even bothering to quit or save, and we were off. Topanga lived about a 10 minute walk away, so we were there in no time. We stopped to pick up a sleeve of Coke while we were out.

Oh Bankers Club rum, it was always Cody’s weak spot. Ugh, if I even smelled that shit today, I don’t know if I could keep from puking. Cody couldn’t turn it down though. Although most of the people in our lives at the time were assholes, he was one of the good ones. Kind of a chaotic-good type of personality.

[MF] The Trade. Asexual exploration. Memory #9

This is quite lengthy but is a good glimpse into the mind of someone who I grew up with who is most definitely asexual.

I’ve have a female friend for 38 years. We met in grade school. She has been single all her life and is perfectly happy and content.

Anyway.

We’d been skateboarding on the island that morning as the surf was just dead flat. Both in Ronjon boadshorts, t-shirts and vans. If not for her boobs you would think my besty was one of us guys. Almost 6ft 140ish i guess. Short half shaved blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and inked up accordingly like the rest of us.

It was Summer just after senior year high-school. Waiting for the evening tide and some wind we were playing Nintendo at my little shit shack apartment on the bay. Super Mario 3 had just come out and we were set on finishing it. We are about 4 levels in.

Keep in mind this is pre internet/internet porn. We didn’t have instant access to sex and sexual information.

So… Out of nowhere through half a mouthful of cheetos she says..

[MFF] How helping two coeds started off the best semester of my life

This is the story of how helping two girls made my last semester the biggest fuck-fest of my life to date. Warning: this story is kinda long.

To preface this: I‘m a tall guy at 6’6“, dark hair and beard. My dad has a construction company, and over the course of my youth I worked on a lot of sites and became pretty strong and knew my way around most handiwork. I went away for Uni, but after 3 semesters I decided to stop my studies and instead start an apprenticeship. I opted to use this last semester to work on myself and do lots of fun things. When this story took place, I was 21 years old.

Our story starts on a warm day in spring, all the trees and flowers had just started blooming. I came home from a early workout, took a shower and while drying I started to scroll Jodel (imagine German yik-yak). A newer post grabbed my attention, a girl posted she needed help moving a washer into her new flat and installing it. She and her flatmate were not able to do so, and they would be forever grateful for help and even pay in coffee and cake.

Dad & Daughter Sex Story / 1 Dad

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I had married young, mainly due the fact that I had gotten Janet pregnant.Things seemed to work out fine for about five years until Janet informed methat she was leaving me and our little girl Kelly for some rich guy on thewest coast. Twelve years later I still hadn’t gotten over it completely. Itruly loved Janet and probably would still take her back today. Now at 35, my [love](https://storyva.com/stories/love) life is still pretty lame even though I am considered good looking. I amjust not a very good conversationalist. It had been at least 6 months since mylast sexual encounter, a bar slut who I’d rather forget.

It was Friday night, my poker night over at Stu’s house. I was doing prettygood, both in my beer drinking and card playing. At 12:30, Stu’s wife came outwearing a tight fitting tank top and high cut shorts. I could smell her softsensual perfume as she whispered something in his ear, her hand disappearingbelow the table. They were both young, Stu about 28 and Sandy 25, although shebarely looked 19. She gave him a quick kiss and stood up. My eyes couldn’thelp fixating on her tits, her shirt perfectly outlining them and herobviously erect nipples. She said “See ya guys” and trotted off. I envied Stu,I would have given anything to jump in her pants. For obvious reasons the gameended shortly thereafter and I headed home with my money, a good buzz and ahardon.