A very busy and very busty teacher moved in next door.

This is a work of fiction for you to enjoy. It’s about objectification, massive breasts, breast envy and masturbation. Feel free to leave your feedback or chat with me about it. If you like the story, check out my subreddit.

I’m 18+ and looking for chat partners 18+ only. All characters in this story are 18+.

I don’t RP.

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Steve was silently sitting in his apartment listening to his neighbor having sex. When he noticed the first suspicious noises next door, laughing, a slow rhythmic squeaking the spring mattress, he got himself a beer from the fridge and sat with a box of Cleenex in his favorite arm chair next to the wall to enjoy this acoustic adventure, as he did quite regularly.

That ti[m]e in Vegas, I met a girl in a gold dress [f]rom Ireland

It was my friend Dan’s birthday and he wanted to go to Vegas for the weekend. So on Friday morning we loaded up my car and made the drive from LA. When we got there we did what any exciting people would do and took a nap before we woke up around 5pm and went down and hit the bars.

Dan’s not the best at drinking too much and by 11pm he looked like he’d had enough. He was looking dizzy and bloated and was talking about going back to the room for a quick nap. I told him not to, that there was way more fun to be had, but he quit on me and made his way back. That left me drunk and very solo in Vegas at 11:30 at night.

I wandered around a bit, going from MGM to NYNY, sitting at their little casino bars and sipping my beer because I wasn’t sure how much more I could drink. Then my luck changed. As I was sitting at the circle bar in NYNY, a booth to myself, a group of Irish tourists asked if they could jam into the booth with me. It was 2 guys and 4 girls, so the odds were in my favor right? They were mostly in their 30s, and I could barely understand their thick accents.

Taking a busty friend to the park, where she raises more than just eyebrows [objectification][big tits][masturbation][freeuse][casual]

This is a work of fiction for you to enjoy. It’s about objectification, massive breasts, edging and public and extremely casual masturbation. Feel free to leave your feedback or chat with me about it. If you like the story, check out my subreddit.

I’m 18+ and looking for chat partners 18+ only.

I don’t RP.

And for all who are not familiar with this basic rule of writing: Even if the narrator is in first person – The narrator is NEVER the same as the author. The narrator in this story is just as fictional as this story. So please don’t write me believing this story is about me nor expect me to be in character as the narrator Lucy. Thank you.

And now please enjoy!

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Nikki’s neighbor [FM][prostitute]

Ron and his wife moved into the apartment across the hall from me about a year ago. I was 20 at the time and the first time I met them his wife was pounding on my door yelling at me and my friends to be quiet. She said we were so loud that her 3 year old couldn’t sleep. It was only 730 at night so I didn’t have much sympathy. Besides what did she think would happen moving into an apartment complex of mostly college students. Not that I was one. I should have gone but I just never enjoyed school. I’m 21 now and about 5’3 and 97lbs. People regularly think I’m 14. Most people describe me as a tan, brunette Taylor Swift. I’ve been working as a server at the Scottsdale Twin Peaks for a while barely making ends meet with all the money I spend.

What I noticed about Ron that first night was that he seemed way older than his wife. She looked 30 and he looked 50. I later found out she’s 26 and he’s 48. He’s a mechanic at a local car dealer and she was a receptionist and he knocked her up when she was 22. Caused his divorce and they got married. The other thing I noticed about Ron was that he was overweight but his wife was really fat. Like 300 pounds fat. I’ve never understood guys that had wives fatter than them.

Death is only a breath away [M/F] [bdsm] [blood] [choking]

The cave was illuminated by yet another fireball changing a man into a burnt corpse. This once calm bandit hideout, as much as one can be, has now turned into a bloody battlefield. On second thought, this can’t be called a battlefield, this is just a massacre. Bits and pieces of bodies littering the ground, blood spraying everywhere. Some might say bandits deserve such fate, but if they were to see it, even the most zealous ones might begin to question their conviction. But who, or what could cause such a bloody massacre? For those seeing it with their own eyes, it might look like two devils straight from hell came to punish the sinners. But it is just a female sorceress and a male warrior, simple humans. Of course, if someone were to recognize them, they would be horrified beyond belief. The woman was a prodigy in her field and a well-respected lady of a noble house. But now the clothes she is wearing would shame even prostitute, as it barely covers anything with see-through fabric, as a matter of fact, it makes her body seem much more erotic then if she was naked. Her lips are turned into an evil smirk as she uses various methods to annihilate and explode the bandits from inside out. Even though they can’t get anywhere close to her, she still manages to kill them in such a way, that blood sprays over her body. Her smile clearly revealing how much she enjoys the sight, and her hard nipples along with damp spot between her thighs, show the pleasure, she finds in it. The man should be an honorable knight a paladin of the order. Yet here he is in just his pants torn from various wounds, his upper body full of scars exposed, butchering the bandits with a simple shield and sword. His body is filled with bloody wounds, to the untrained eye, it would look as if he is struggling. But he is carefully avoiding any fatal damage and letting his enemies cut his body. Unlike her, his face is without any expression except his eyes. His cold eyes shine with murderous intent, and every time his body is cut a light shimmers in them. One would think from the pain, but his ragging erection would insinuate otherwise. He is clearly feeling pleasure from this. It didn’t take long for these two to turn the whole place into carnage, but they still took their time to prolong this foreplay of theirs. Taking pleasure in every kill, and making their way into the deepest part of this hideout. Once they arrived, they were covered in blood, and their carnal desire almost uncontrollable. What they found was a prison of sorts, or maybe it would be better to call it a sex dungeon. Full of women, some of which has already lost their mind, and became mindless sex toys. The ones still in possession of their minds were at first horrified by their appearance, but then realizing they should be here to rescue them, became overjoyed. If only they knew, what awaited them. So cruel to give hopeless souls hope, but that was exactly what those two wanted. First, give them hope and then shatter it in front of their eyes. This is what they wanted, why they came here. But they didn’t need the unresponsive ones. “Kill the useless ones.” He calmly said. “Yes, master!” She replied, as her face changed to one of complete obedience, while she knelt in front of him. It took, but a mere snap of her fingers and all the useless women bodies were destroyed. Exploding with blood and pieces all over the place. While they were useless for their plan, they could still be used as decorations. He put his hand on her head, gently patting it as if praising her for her good work. Just this mere touch brought her immense satisfaction, and she would do anything to receive it. The horrified screams of the still-living women echoed in the room. But to those two, it was a beautiful beginning to a song of death. He pulled out his cock, and without having to say anything, she immediately started to suck on it. During this magical rope started to form with her at the center. It slowly bound all the women that remained alive and pulled them up in the air around the two. They were all bound in different ways and positions. During this time, he grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her throat. His hands made her head look small, and she could barely breathe during this. And that was all she needed to make her cum without even touching her pussy. He soon followed and filled her throat full of his cum, this made her choke, but she did her best and managed to swallow it all, without wasting a single drop. While watching his cold eyes as he stared back at her, with a hint of a smile on his lips. Now it was time for the main event. The women were hanging around them, and she wondered if there was enough. If not, then that would mean she would die here today. What an exciting thought that was for her. As magical runes appeared on her neck, and similar ones on the other women’s necks. And so it started, the rope on the women’s bodies started to glow with sinister crimson light, and little thorns grew out of it piercing their skin. Then it started to slowly move, tearing and cutting it open. Their blood started to flow down their bodies, and drip onto the ground, while the place was filled with screams of agony. During this time, he reached out with his hand and grabbed her neck. Pulling her up, all the way, so her feet were off the ground. Then he slammed her body to the ground, knocking the breath out of her. His hand still remained on her neck, tightly squeezing it, depriving her of any air. Following that, he pushed his hard cock deep inside her pussy and started to mercilessly fuck her, as if she was a mere toy. As soon as, his cock entered her pussy, she already had another orgasm. And it wouldn’t stop until it was all over. With one hand on her neck, the other roamed her body, leaving bruises behind. She could feel herself suffocating, and couldn’t help but try to move his hand with hers. What a futile effort that was, as she pointlessly waved her hands around, in desperate attempt to survive. But just as she was about to have her neck crushed, the runes on her neck activated. And one of the women died instead of her, having her neck crushed. As soon as she died, the rope on her tore her body apart, spraying blood all over the two. This would continue on until only two women were still alive. Now he put both of his hands on her neck, as he was close to cumming. Having only two more women, filled her with despair. She could die, but that soon turned into pleasure and thrill. Her body shook not only from convulsions because of lack of air, but also the unimaginable orgasms she was experiencing. Then another woman died, now only one remained. And he kept on choking her, increasing his pace of fucking her. She could feel him getting bigger inside of her, just as the last woman died. “So close,” she thought, “will I make it?” Then just as the color started to fade from her world, she felt his cock twitching inside of her. She was ecstatic because this meant she managed to please him without dying. And there will be next time. Then she passed out.

Only touching with the old man. (True story)

I recently went home to be with family for a while and now I’m back in Cali pursuing my modeling. My agent had multiple requests for me from those guys that I had been to a few times before. (I went back a couple times after that and did the same as my last story)

Then he had a job for just one of the guys. As an escort. I had told my agent that I didnt want to do that stuff and he explained I didnt have to do anything sexual he just wanted dinner and the pay was triple what the other jobs did.

So needless to say I took it. At home I was a little nervous because this was my first time alone with someone but maybe I’m getting bolder with experience and figured being in public wouldn’t be bad. I put on a thin, sheer dress striped in yellow and white and headed out the door to meet my uber. The ride went by quickly and in arrived at the restaurant right on time. I notice a limo out front and text the man I am there. I stand out front and out of the limo steps an older man in his late 50’s maybe early 60’s. I give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and as a gentleman he takes me by the arm and we move into the restaurant

[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.

The Runaway [Mf, Rape.]

I wasn’t sure how long I had been walking. I could have measured the distance in how much my feet hurt. I had walked far enough that there were no longer any familiar streets. I only met strangers who couldn’t manage to spare more than a curious glance before their indifference took over and they hurried along with their own busy lives. That was a couple miles and a few blisters ago.

There were downsides to rash decision-making. That, at least, I had finally learned. Now there was time to think – to reflect on the past few months and how the decisions I had made weren’t the wisest. There was time, and the road, and the steady monotony of putting one foot in front of the other. Time to regret, I suppose. Regretting was hard, though, and I preferred to keep things like regret out of mind. There were more important things to think about, like how much my feet hurt or how hungry I was. Perhaps, if I had thought things out a bit more, I would have run away with a bit of money in my pocket.

Her new Career

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## It started as a normal evening at Luigi’s restaurant where Anna worked to try and make ends meet. Business was bad and she thought she would have to give up her studies.

## The restaurant was very quiet, again, and she was not making nearly enough in tips. Also, her course was costing her more than she expected what with books, equipment etc. that she had to buy. She tried her best to be pleasant to all the customers, but there were just too few of them for her to earn as much as she needed. As she wiped the cleared tables, just one customer remained – a business man in his mid thirties who had arrived late. She did not mind, as people like him usually tipped well, so she made sure she was especially attentive to him, which was easy, as she found him quite attractive.

Pro Voyeur [MF] [voy] [hotwife]

He locked the door behind us, making sure to latch the privacy lock. We wouldn’t want any hotel employees barging in on us. I drop my purse on the night stand, next to the bed, and search for the mini bar. I could use a drink to calm my nerves. Jake, the gentleman accompanying me, seems to be a touch nervous, as well. Hopefully, he doesn’t realize how petrified I am.

I’m beginning to believe that this may be his first time, which bodes well for me. Not only is this my first time, but I’m not even a real prostitute. I only know what I’ve seen in the movies.

I spy a small refrigerator at the end of the dresser.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask.

He responds quickly, “yes, please.”

I open the door and pull out two small bottles of Chardonnay. I look for his approval and he nods. I pour two glasses and walk over to him. I hand him his glass and we both sip on the wine. He tries hard not to stare at my breasts, but my low cut dress is making it near impossible. His uneasiness calms my own nerves.