Just One Drink part 4 (MF Anal Shame Prostitution)

Violet’s life changed forever the night that she was drugged and raped. After her date with James, it had changed almost as much almost all over again though. Before all of this the most important thing in her life had been her classes in her quest to be a lawyer. Her straight A’s and non-existent social life made that clear to everyone during high school and the first couple months of university. Now her priorities had turned upside down. Though she still did just enough work to keep from failing, C’s were going to dominate her marks this semester. Half the time she didn’t even go to class anymore. A couple of her teachers had tried to talk to her about the change. They showed real concern, and it warmed her heart. At least would have if she’d cared about anyone but James’ opinion. Violet made her excuses and told them she was sick. That she’d try to get back to normal soon.

Normal wasn’t a place she thought she’d ever see again, though.

Chapter 2 – My second time, Pandoras box continues to open.

The second whore I fucked was a tall lithe coloured (mulatto) girl. As before I had made the necessary arrangements after studying the local newspaper for a few weeks and shortlisting a few candidates. She also offered anal as an extra but I’m glad that I didn’t elect to explore that delectable fruit at that time, or it would have spoilt me at that age. She was located in an old part of town in one of the many flat blocks that littered the area. I once again called when I arrived and she opened the pedestrian gate for me. I nervously ascended to the first floor and knocked on her door. She opened and I entered. She wasn’t as attractive as the first prostitute but had a gorgeous lithe body with smallish breasts (A cups). After her preparations were completed and I was comfortable on the bed, she returned to the room in lingerie. This had a slit by the crotch to allow for easy access to the pussy. This fascinated me and this time I elected to skip the massage. At some point after donning a condom she was straddling me and riding my cock like the professional she was. She flipped onto her back and opened her linergie allowing me to suckle and play with her breasts. She guided me into her wet pussy and I rode her getting used to the motion. Later I positioned her ankles on either side of me neck on my shoulders and for the first time taking control and really ploughing away at her pussy, my balls slapping against her crotch as I rammed my cock deep into her pussy, trying to see how deep I could thrust. I lacked any kind of finesse it technique back then, this was amateur hour and school was still in session. I remember at some point her kissing my neck tenderly, something repeated only once years later by a very attractive white street prostitute called Samantha. Weird. I eventually came and my usual disinterested awkwardness followed and I couldn’t wait to leave. A sense of shame and part disgust overcame me, something I would and still struggle with after engaging in a sexual act with someone I shouldn’t have. This time I didn’t go home as it was still early in the evening. I drove around and allowed my thoughts to slightly settle, driving always soothes and calms my mind. I ended up visiting one of my female friends, Dee. She had been sleeping so her mom showed me into her room. She was sleepily waking up and was not wearing a bra. She had large breasts (D cups) for her short frame and they strained the t-shirt she was sleeping in. I was always attracted to her but she was involved with a total asshole at the time. Her breasts were mesmerising and I struggled to focus on the discussion we were having. A lot of friends (four girls) were going to a nightclub later and I contemplated going with, there would be lots of short skirts and tight tops. I was socially awkward, especially since I was the only guy if our clique around at that moment. In hindsight that was probably an ideal opportunity for me, but I was my mind was focused on what had transpired earlier and my cock still ached. I eventually left after some of the other girls arrivedz went home and masturbated.

The Lesser Man Part 2 (MF)

A continuation at someone’s request, feedback and input is always appreciated. This is a direct continuation so please read part 1.

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I sat and fumed to the sound of them for a while then busied myself with some chores as I went through the entire situation a few times. While I know I could have thrown him out, I figured Sara deserved some consideration. I had agreed and I hadn’t set out explicit rules of when they could meet or that it needed to be a swap. Did this mean I had a free rein too?

Also, what was with the dirty talk? Was it just because of porn or was she so turned on? Some of the worst was her implying I wasn’t a real man or my dick wasn’t as good. Which I guess in this case it wasn’t. I kept wandering around the apartment, purposefully avoiding the area near the bedroom. Eventually I heard the door open and close and I made my way towards my wife.

She was still lying in the bedroom, covered by a thin sheet. She had a contented look on her face and her breathing was slow and even. “Hey baby,” I said softly.

[FM][FM] Accidental Hooker

I was wearing a tight black tube top and matching miniskirt, red fishnet stockings, held up by visible suspenders, heels. Looking at myself in the mirror I looked like a hooker. Objective achieved. (To describe myself I’m a southeast Asian girl, 5’1”, very petite, small perky tits).

It was 2am. I walked about half a mile from my house and stood on a street corner and waited. A car parked halfway down the street started up and drove towards me. It pulled in next to me. The window rolled down and the driver leaned over. “How much?”. I looked over him for a minute before I responded. Tight cropped hair, handsome face, broad shoulders. He looked nicer in real life than he did in his pics……

At this point in my life I was actually already a sex worker – I worked as a masseuse in a place that offered hand jobs for tips. Handjobs were as far as I was allowed to go though, any more than that and I could be fired. I often fantasised about going further, I had had dirty fantasies of being a street walking prostitute for a while. I was considering dipping my toes into escorting, but tonight was just about scratching that street walker itch.

Chapter 1 – My first time, Pandoras box opens [m/f]

I lost my virginity to a Malay prostitute. I had recently turned 21 and still had very little sexual experience to speak off. Reading a saucy novel and masturbating onto the pages did not qualify as sexual experience. I recall my cum had a different smell to then, maybe the smell was desparation and loneliness.

I had mustered up my nerve and called the advert in the Herald and made an appointment to see her. She was in a seedy hotel in town, just above Main Street. When I was close buy she gave me the pin code to the door and directions to her oom upstairs. It was a hot evening and she left the door ajar for me to enter. She peeped through the door and called me in. The tiny 1 bedroom was hot but the fan was on full blast. She was plump with shoulder length hair and mildly attractive. She was in some sort of black lingerie and she directed me to undress and lie face down the towel on top of the bed, while she left the room to get ready. I was shy and unsure of myself and left my underwear on. She told me to take my underpants off and proceeded to massage my back with oil. We made idle chit chat and the massage was mediocre at best. She did proceed to rub her breasts on my back and butt and do a sort of body slide. I could feel her hard nipples rubbing against my back and that got me aroused and excited about what was to come.

Hannah’s Bachelor Party Chapter 2

In the next month, Hannah went back and forth wrestling with the idea of going through with the bachelor party. She knew that all they were expecting was a fun strip tease, but she also knew that they were hoping for so much more. Well at least she was clear, no gang bang…. She probably picked up the phone a dozen times, dialing George’s number ready to back out. But she decided to be prepared, just in case she would really go through with it.
She went shopping and bought a few outfits. Hannah figured that she needed a sexy dress for dinner. Hannah decided on a dress that would be short enough to tempt the guys to try to look up her skirt when she sat down. And something that was backless so that it would accentuate the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Then it had to be something satin and show as much skin as possible.
She found the perfect royal blue satin mini dress. It barely covered her crotch, showing off her long legs. It also was completely backless and gave admirers a little side view of her breasts and chest. In front, it had a deep plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage nicely. She knew that NO ONE in her friend group could ever see this dress, but she was super excited to wear it for the guys. When she tried on the dress in the dressing room, the sales girl came knocking on the door. She said, “How’s the dress fitting? Can I get you a smaller size or anything?”
Hannah replied, “It’s perfect, I love it.”
The sales girl said, “I love that dress, can I see it on you?” Hannah opened the door and stepped out to find the 3 way mirror. The sales girl said, “Wow, that is such a sexy dress and you look so good in it.”
Hannah replied, “Thank you. You don’t think it is too much?”
The sales girl said, “Well where do you plan on wearing it? I mean I wouldn’t wear it to church, but to a night out, that would be perfect.”
Hannah laughed. Without thinking she said, “No, an old boyfriend is getting married….”
The sales girl stopped her and said, “Damn, you are going to make him think twice about the wedding and the bride is going to be so pissed…. You are going to steal all the attention away from everyone.”
Hannah thought, crap, I should have said I was going to Vegas. “Well the wedding is in Vegas and my girlfriends and I were planning on going to Vegas a few days early, so I thought I should have a dress to go out in that was Vegas appropriate.”
The salesgirl laughed and said, “This is the perfect dress on you then. Just make sure you don’t run into the bride, she’ll be pissed.”
Hannah decided to look for a few other outfits at the store. In addition to the dress, she also bought a white see-through cami and tight cream colored pants. She figured the cami would allow the guys to stare at her nipples and breasts while still being covered and the pants would allow the guys to stare at the shape of her ass. She also found a gold thong bikini which she thought would be fun to strip out of, and a pair of silver panties to go with her new blue mini dress. She figured if guys were looking up her dress she wanted a pair of panties that contrasted with the blue so they knew that they were staring at her panties.
Hannah paid for her items and two sales girls were at the register. One that was helping Hannah in the dressing room, and another girl. Both of them were saying, “Oh, I love this outfit,” or, “You are going to look so hot in this.” Hannah felt a little embarrassed, worried that they thought that she was a professional escort going on a trip. As Hannah left the store, she saw a couple of other sales girls come up to the two girls at the cashier. They were all whispering quietly and staring at Hannah as she left. She knew they were gossiping about her. Probably calling her a “slut” or a “whore.” But she knew she wasn’t a prostitute.
She thought about this for a second and realized that yes, she was being a slut for the weekend. While technically she wasn’t being paid money, she was getting a free trip and getting free clothes in exchange for stripping in front of a bunch of guys and getting them sexually charged. She also had to fuck her old boyfriend in exchange for all this. So she was being a prostitute. “But NO NO NO.” She thought in her head. “I’m not a prostitute. I’m just going to NY to have fun.” She asked herself “What am I getting out of this?” and the answer was fulfilling a fantasy. She wasn’t getting paid, she was doing this for her own fun. Sexually turning on guys, having guys admire her, was a huge turn on for her. So she said to herself, “I’m not a prostitute. I’m totally a slut. I’m totally going to turn on those guys. I’m totally in control of that party. But I am not a prostitute.”
The week of the bachelor party came fast. George called Hannah on Monday to check to make sure everything was still on.
George said, “Hey Hannah, just wanted to make sure you got the plane ticket.
Hannah replied, “Yeah, I got it. I should land at 3:00 in NY.”
“Good, I’ll pick you up, I’ll take you to the hotel and that will give you a few hours to settle in and get ready for dinner.”
Hannah replied, “That all sounds good, but I have to tell you George, that I’m super scared. Except for old boyfriends and the photos I’ve sent you, NO ONE has ever seen me naked. And I’ve never gotten naked in front of a room full of dressed guys.”
“Hannah, that’s totally fine. There is nothing to be scared of. Nothing bad will happen, Chris and I will make sure of that, and these are all old college friends that we totally trust. They are all gentlemen. And frankly, the fact that you haven’t done this, is one of the big reasons why we asked you. We could have easily hired a stripper for this, but knowing that you aren’t a professional is super sexy. Knowing that you are getting naked in a room full of guys who are fully dressed and just watching you is super sexy. Knowing that this is your fantasy and that you are truly enjoying it, not just doing it for a professional fee, that is what makes this whole thing so sexy, Hannah, this is a safe place. We will totally protect your boundaries and we just want to make sure everyone has fun with this.”
“I know, I know. I am super turned on just thinking about living out the fantasy. I am just a little scared, but I guess this is my only opportunity to do ANYTHING like this. You can count on me, but dang I am nervous.”
They talked about her outfits and some of the guys that would be there, but Hannah couldn’t get her mind off the fact that she will be totally naked in front of a group of 10 guys who would be totally dressed. She knew that they would be memorizing every curve of her body, the color of her areolas, the stiffness of her nipples and the folds of her pussy. She got wet thinking about the event.
Friday rolled around and as she got ready for the airport, she knew that this would be the first time George would be seeing her in person, and she was kind of hoping to see Chris with George, so she decided to try to wear something conservative but slightly sexy. She ended up going with a pair of cut off denim shorts and a white satin cami without a bra. She thought that would do a great job of showing off her nipples for the guys picking her up from the airport. And as long as she was going to be a slut for 24 hours, she might as well get started at the airport.
As planned George was there at the airport ready to greet her. Chris unfortunately wasn’t there, but George did give her a huge hug and broke the ice by being a bit over the top outgoing and sexually forward. “Dang, you look so sexy in those tiny shorts and that satin top. I’m sure every guy in the plane could tell that your nipples were hard and ready.”
Hannah laughed and said, “Aww thank you, but ready for what? Do you think the guys on the airplane know that I’m coming to NY to be a slut? or do you think that they believe I’m a prostitute meeting a client for the weekend?”
George, “Well honestly, you look way too classy to be a prostitute, but I’m sure many of the guys know that you are going to NY to fuck a friend.”
They laughed at that. It was a pretty quick ride from the airport to the hotel. Hannah was a lot less nervous than she expected. She told George that she appreciate the fact that he turned the conversation sexual right away, that broke the ice and allowed her to just accept that she is going through with this whole event.
When they got to the hotel suite, she saw Chris in the living room alone. She dropped her purse and gave him a huge hug and said, “Congratulations, I’m so happy that you are getting married tomorrow.”
Chris replied, “That’s sweet of you. I wasn’t sure if you would be happy or jealous. I mean, we were a good thing for a long time.”
Hannah said, “Sure we were, but that was a long time ago, and I’m glad you are going to be happy. And how could I be jealous when your last sexual encounter before marriage will be me? And knowing that you are helping me fulfill this fantasy, well that just says a lot about how sexy you think I am.”
Chris replied, “Babe, I can’t believe you agreed to this, but I also kind of knew this would be a huge turn on for you. Thinking about you stripping in front of all my buddies and fucking me one last time has been a huge turn on for me. Having you as my personal slut for the last night, that is amazing. Thank you for agreeing to do this.”
“What the fuck, what did you call me?!?!” Chris and George got stone quiet. Hannah laughed and said with a smile, “Chris, I am your slut. But just for tonight.”
Chris, George and Hannah made other small talk for a bit while Hannah settled in. Soon Hannah said, “Hey I should get ready for dinner,” and paused.
Chris replied, “Go ahead, we’ll just watch while you shower and change.”
Hannah laughed, “Yeah, that’s not going to happen, you will have to wait for me to make my entrance when the other guys get here. So get out of here so I can get ready.” Chris came up and gave Hannah a hug goodbye, and reached up and pinched her nipples through her white cami. She laughed and gave him a light slap on the face.
Well Hannah went to the bedroom to shower and get dressed.

Hannah’s Bachelor Party

Many years ago, I dated a woman named Hannah. She was about 5’4”, Asian, a cute body with size B breasts. Her nipples were usually hard, which was difficult to hide unless she was wearing a heavily padded bra.
When we dated, we often talked about our sexual past. The following is a story that she told me several times. I believe it to be true because while over time, she revealed more of the story, it was always pretty consistent.
Hannah always had an exhibitionist side to her and loved it when guys did a double take when she walked past them.
Hannah was in high school in the 1980’s, and dated a guy named Chris for about three years. Chris helped Hannah explore her exhibitionist fantasies through relatively innocent activities like wearing shorter skirts, having her perform a strip tease for him in private and having sex under the high school football field bleachers. She was always worried about her reputation, and even though she fantasized about showing off her body, she could never go through with it, because she was always afraid of getting caught and discovered.
Hannah and Chris decided to break up their senior year since they were going to college in different cities; she was staying in Chicago and he was going to school in Boston. They kept in touch, talked regularly and saw each other when Chris would come back to Chicago to visit family. When they did get together and they weren’t in other relationships, they would still fool around just for old time sake.
Chris often asked Hannah if she still had fantasies about showing off her body. Hannah would confess that that was still a fantasy. She even told him that after her junior year in college, she spent part of the summer in the South of France, and she would get so wet going topless on the beach and having male beach go-ers checking out her breasts.
Towards the end of their Senior year in college, Hannah got a voicemail from George. It said, “Hi Hannah, this is George. I’m Chris ____’s best friend and best man. You probably know that he’s getting married this summer and he asked me to reach out to you and chat. Please give me a call back at 617-xxx-xxxx.”
Hannah thought, “Damn it, what a weasel, Chris wants to invite me to his wedding, but doesn’t want to call me directly about it? He’s having his best man do it?” She was tempted to call Chris and just harass him about being a coward, but instead she thought she’d play along and call George back.
When she got a hold of George, the conversation went like this….. “Hey George, this is Hannah. You called me about Chris’ wedding?”
George told Hannah, “Oh yes, I know you heard that Chris is getting married in July after graduation. I’m his best man and I’m planning on throwing him a bachelor party in NY the Friday before his wedding.”
“That’s pretty nice of you, but I don’t think I’m going to the wedding. I haven’t received an invitation,” Hannah told George.
“Yeah, that’s not why I’m calling. Forgive me, if I’m crossing a line, but Chris told me that one of your biggest fantasies…,” he paused, “…is to strip in front of a group of guys, but you could never do it, because you are afraid of impacting your reputation.”
Hannah was in shock and replied, “What the hell. Why is he telling you that? Does he tell everyone about my fantasies?”
“No no no, sorry. He only told me, well because… he wanted me to ask you if you were willing to come to NY and strip for his bachelor party.”
Hannah stopped him and said, “This is a joke right? What the hell?”
George paused a minute, “No, it isn’t a joke, and I’m so sorry. This is such a weird uncomfortable conversation for me.”
“Uncomfortable for you? You are asking me about my fantasies and asking me to be a whore,” Hannah said in an irritated tone.
“I’m so sorry. Chris nor I think of you as a whore. Chris thinks you are beautiful and he’s shown me past photos of you and he’s right, you are incredibly beautiful. He just thought that maybe this was a ‘safe’ way to play out a fantasy.”
“What do you mean ‘safe’ way? I don’t get it,” Hannah started to calm down but was still confused.
“First of all, I really don’t mean to offend you. So I’m sorry. But honestly, this was something that Chris thought you might find intriguing.”
Hannah replied, “Ok, I get it. I won’t take offense that you just asked me to be a prostitute at a bachelor party. Seriously, I’ll just take this as horny boys that want a sexy woman, and I’ll accept the compliment of being a sexy woman.”
George said, “Yes, please. Thank you, that’s exactly what it is. We honestly think you are super sexy and Chris really does think you would enjoy this. So when I said it is a ‘safe fantasy,’ here is the thing. Everyone at the bachelor party will be Chris’ college buddies. No one from Chicago nor in your social circle will ever know about this. If it is true that you have exhibitionist fantasies, you can totally act out the fantasy, as far as you want, and no one will ever know that you did this.”
Hannah was stunned and speechless as she heard George continue, “And we would pay for everything. I’d send you a round trip plane ticket along with some funds for you to buy some sexy outfits ahead of time. We are having the bachelor party in a large hotel suite, two bedrooms connected to a living room, and you will spend the night in the hotel suite. We would pick you up at the airport on Friday and drop you off on Saturday…. You’ve been quiet, are you still with me?”
Hannah replied, “Yeah, I guess I’m in shock. I can’t believe he told you about my fantasies. I can’t believe you are asking me to prostitute myself out. And frankly, I am shocked that I can’t hang up on you. I am a little intrigued. How do I know that the guys will like me?”
“Please, he’s shown us photos of you and we all think you are super hot,” George replied.
“Wait who did he show pictures to and what pictures?” Hannah was starting to get really turned on and really nervous.
“On no no, none of your nude photos, just photos of when the two of you were dating in high school. Just like date and event photos. And only myself and the other two groomsmen saw these.”
“How did you know that there were nude photos?” Hannah asked.
George paused trying to figure out how to respond, “Uh, well ok. Chris did show me some of the nude photos you sent him over the last few years. Without trying to sound creepy, I loved them and I have had a few personal fantasies about you myself.”
“Well I appreciate you being honest, and I guess I always knew that there was a risk in sending Chris those nude photos, but I also knew that Chris hasn’t kept in touch with any of our old friends. I do like the fact that you enjoyed them.” Hannah replied.
George said, “Well I’m glad. You are so beautiful, you should be proud of your body. Look, I understand that you haven’t done anything like this before, nor would you ever do anything like this ever again. We know you aren’t a slut. Everyone has fantasies, and not many people have a chance of living out their fantasies in real life. We are only young once and if we ever do anything which is ‘wild’ we should do it when we are young so we can use the excuse, ‘well I was young and dumb.’ So what do you think? I assume that this conversation and the fact that I saw your nude photos is turning you on. What do you think, are you willing to do this for Chris and for yourself?”
Hannah replied, “Can I think about it for a week? I mean yeah it sounds safe, and it sounds like an amazing opportunity, but I am not a slut, but it might be fun being treated like a slut for an evening. Can I think about it?”
“Of course. If you make up your mind quickly, give me a call and we can get things arranged, if not, let’s talk this time next week?”
So they ended the conversation and Hannah realized that she was super turned on and very wet. She knew that she had to do it, but she wanted to enjoy thinking about the possibilities first.
Hannah and George talked a week later. Hannah said, “Ok, let’s do this. I have some questions though. First off, what are you expecting me to do? I mean, do I just show up to the party and take my clothes off?”
George replied, “Honestly, I haven’t thought about it. I know Chris wants the chance to fool around with you one last time. I assume he means that you two would do that in private. But I think at the very least, we want to see you strip. I’ll probably pick you up from the airport, then take you to the hotel, you can get ready and we will all go to dinner as a group. Then we’ll come back and play poker. I assume you would strip during this time, and afterwards, you and Chris could enjoy some time alone in the bedroom.”
Hannah replied, “That all sounds good, but what if after I strip, I’ll put Chris in the middle of the room and you all can see how good I am at giving Chris a blow job?”
“Uh, yeah, that would be amazing. I’d love to see you suck on Chris’ cock and check out your nude body as you do it.”
“Ok, so let’s do that. Are you expecting anything else? I mean, I assume you know this is NOT a gang bang.” Hannah replied
“No no, this won’t be a gang bang. Just strip and do Chris. I promise you, we will respect your boundaries.” George said.
“Is there any preference on outfits? I assume I should dress sexy but classy for dinner. It should be a warm night in NY, so a skimpy dress that shows a lot of skin would be good?”
“Yes, that sounds good. As far as other outfits, I think some sexy lingerie to strip out of, and maybe some other racy sexy dress or shiny leggings so that you can wear something to socialize with the guys if you finish with Chris before everyone leaves the room. Maybe a bikini to strip out of as well, just leaving options open.”
“All that sounds good. So I’ll look out for the flight information and the clothing allowance and you are going to pick me up at the airport.”
“Yes, that’s all correct. We’ll talk a few days before your flight just to check in, but if you need anything in the meantime, just let me know. Thanks Hannah. This is going to be so sexy.”
“Thanks for asking, I have to say that I’ve been thinking a lot about this for the last week and I’ve been super turned on about this.” Hannah replied.
George then said, “Can I ask you one last favor? Can you send me a few sexy photos of yourself? I’ve actually been fantasizing about you stripping at the bachelor party and I wish I had some actual pictures to use during those fantasy times. Obviously Chris won’t share his nude photos of you, could you send me a few?”
Hannah laughed, “Sure, as long as you promise not to share them with anyone.”
“I promise Hannah.” They ended the conversation there. Hannah, as promised, sent a whole set of super sexy nude and semi nude photos to George.

Ugly Duckling [F20] is sold by her bully to a much older stranger. [FM]

Hi, I’m back! In the last story I shared, I started my 2-year long enslavement by my master, Mike, my high school bully. Now, I want to give a fair warning this time. My sex life with my bully was a BDSM dom/sub relationship. I never did anything against my will and did say no to him from time to time, but frankly, I had way more fun when I said yes. I did most of what Mike wanted and I loved it, when I’m degraded, insulted, and ordered around I feel like I’m at my most calm. I know that may sound weird to some, but I spend a lot of time overthinking things and questioning myself, so it’s such a wonderful break to be controlled, I can just turn my mind off and feel great and please others.

***Fair warning, the following story contains these kinks: Cheating, submission, rimming, degradation, insults, prostitution (?), age gap, unattractive male partner.*

*TLDR:* I fuck an old unattractive stranger for an unknown exchange of goods or services. (I was going to make this a shorter story, I don’t know why it got so long. So many memories came flooding back to me)**

The man who out-kinked me [FM]

I’m going to warn you now, this is purely a humorous post that gets a little strange.

So I get weird in bed. TBH, I generally have to ease most folks into my kinkiness because I have freaked people out. There is very little I won’t do.

…Or so I thought.

When I was studying for the bar I used to regularly go on tinder dates as a distraction. It was a weird time. I was stressed and really just needed to get out.

So I meet up with a dude one evening. If I’m being honest I’m not sure if we have real chemistry. He’s a little too full of himself and makes one too many lawyer jokes. Because I’m pretty sure this isn’t going anywhere, I’m a little more honest than usual. Also, I had like 3 martinis and was feeling brave.

We start talking about sex.

“Is it true what they say about lawyers in bed?” He asks.

“What do they say?”

“That their… you know, rigid?”

Owned – Chapter One – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Drug Use, FFM, BDSM, Long

No one was harmed in the construction of this fantasy.

Chapter 1 – *No Pun Intended*

I may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but I like to think that I’m honest with myself. And according to this book I read on not being a victim, that’s one of the hardest things to do. But for the life of me I can’t figure out why my life is like this, now. Like, do people get what they deserve or is it all just random?

I’m not what you would call religious. Not anymore. I lost my faith when my son began using me for sex. Truth be told, I had always had doubts, but something about being your own son’s sex slave makes it pretty obvious that nobody is looking out for you no matter how good you were for all your damn life.

I think on some level I had always known the church was hogwash, but I believed in God. I guess my being so devoted to the church was my way of showing Him that I was good. And in return He blessed me with a demon child who was never happy and grew up a bully.