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The Prefect, Parts 11-15 [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal] [ENF/Exhibitionism]

**Part Eleven**

“Excuse me . . .?”

For a moment, Elise snapped back to her normal self. A prefect who was supposed to have authority over the younger university girls. Who was supposed to be respected by them, too.

The first two tasks were embarrassing, each in their own way, but she somehow managed to justify each one in her head. But to take off her underwear? Elise was a proper girl. She had never once entertained the idea of wearing an outfit without the proper attire underneath. And having it suggested by one of these first-years made her realize just how far she had let them push her already. Kaitlyn especially.

Before Elise could argue further, the redhead jumped in to help her brunette friend. “Don’t worry, Caroline. I’m sure little Elise just didn’t catch that. After all, she promised she wouldn’t complain or make a fuss. Isn’t that right, Elise?”

“I-” Elise hesitated. *Did* she promise? She definitely said the words about not complaining at some point, obviously at Kaitlyn’s demand, but the past half hour or so was all starting to blur together. “I don’t think I promised,” she said. It wasn’t the first time someone tried to use that against her. In her adolescent years, plenty of girls tried to pull the ‘you promised’ card on her, when she really only gave half of an agreement to begin with. Read more »

Bridal Photographer (M39, FF23, ff, mff, reluctant, orientation kink, bride, impregnation – 1,171 words)

**BRIDAL PHOTOGRAPHER**

Story by All These Roadworks (2023).

*Desiree and Phaedra hire a world-class photographer for their lesbian wedding – until they discover he expects to document their wedding night, too…*

**Author’s Note**: For avoidance of doubt, this story is fiction, and all characters are over the age of 18.

If you enjoy this story, you can support its creation with the purchase of e-books or memberships at my creator site, [AllTheseRoadworks.com](https://www.AllTheseRoadworks.com). (Plus read lots more free stories!)

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Desiree and Phaedra wanted only the best for their lesbian wedding, so they insisted on world-famous photographer Frederick Molles to capture their ceremony in pictures.

They had to sign a special contract to get him, which gave him exclusive rights to document every aspect of their happy day, and they had to pay a small fortune to retain him, but they were sure it was all worth it.

On the day, everything was perfect. The ceremony was flawless, the reception was a joy, and as midnight came around, the happy newlyweds went to leave in their rented limousine.

The problem came when the photographer, Molles, tried to join them in the vehicle. Read more »

The Fire In His Eyes (Chapter 2) [Futa27] [M20] [Futanari] [Futadom] [Ownership] [Pet Play] [Domination] [DubCon] [Reluctant Romance]

Bo’s eyes drifted open as he felt the morning sun caress his cheek. He let out a small yawn as he raised his head to look around. He sighed as he saw where he was.

Right… her. It was then he noticed something in his arms. To his surprise, he found himself currently spooning the sleeping form of Carmen. Her hair tickled his nose and nearly provoked a sneeze. He was significantly smaller than her, his 5’3″ body clinging to her 6’2″ form like an infant monkey. He must have shifted in his sleep. He let out an exasperated grunt as he went to pull away, but he stopped. She was so warm, and she smelled amazing. Despite the contempt he held for this woman, he couldn’t bring himself to let go of her. He pressed his face into the back of her neck and inhaled. *FUCK!* He felt his stomach do a somersault and his loins grow hot. He squirmed as he felt his morning wood press against her lower back. He was so hard it almost hurt. *Fuck it. I need this,* he relented. He slowly slid down her form, taking care not to wake the sleeping futa until he found his twitching cock pressed firmly between her ass cheeks. Bo’s breathing grew heavier as he started to slowly slide his cock up and down. This was the closest to fucking a woman Bo had ever been. He unfortunately was still a virgin when he was placed in a shelter, and since then losing his v-card hadn’t been on the forefront of his mind. That was until now. Read more »

The Fire In His Eyes (Chapter 1) [Futa27] [M20] [Futanari] [Futadom] [Ownership] [Pet Play] [Domination] [DubCon] [Reluctant Romance]

Author’s Note: Hi there! This is the first piece of erotica I ever wrote, which I posted last year. I’ve built up a portfolio that can be found on various smut websites if you want to check me out there! I’ll be posting my stuff here to to hopefully expand my audience! I appreciate your comments and feedback! Heads up; this series currently has 13 parts, so there’s a chance I’ve improved on areas since this chapter.

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Hushed whispers coursed throughout the auction hall as Carmen sat down. She crossed her legs elegantly, allowing her wide hips and muscular thighs to accentuate themselves. She sighed softly to herself. Why did she even bother coming to these anymore? They never had any options she liked. They were always either terrified, distant, or emotionally broken. None of these traits suited Carmen’s interests. She wanted one with a spark. The whispers died down as a woman on the stage spoke up. Read more »

LAUREL: CHAPTER 0 (PART II) [Body Modification] [D/s] [M] [f] [CNC] [SM] [Pony Play] [Catsuit]

Laurel’s slight pain blended so perfectly with the pleasure that it made her pussy wet and her body shiver with the slightest touch. Despite this, her teeth were beautiful and contrasted with her angelic face. The whole process didn’t last more than a few hours. They let her go when they made sure she was calmer and not so aggressive, aroused by the effects of the aphrodisiac. The man who had been with her the whole time picked her up and carried her to a second room where a tattoo artist was waiting for her. The animals had to be marked and identified so they wouldn’t get mixed up and lost.

“Will we have a lot of work ahead of us, Alexander?” the tattoo artist asked as he prepared the inks and sanitized his materials.

So this was his name: Alexander. To Laurel’s ears, it sounded perfect. She was beginning to enjoy his touch, which was always in contact with her body as he carried her in his arms. He laid her down on a more comfortable, upholstered stretcher, pinning her wrists, ankles, and head against the piece of furniture. She could not move, as this would disturb the artist’s excellent work. Read more »

The Life Long Lessons Chapter 1 [m40+/f20+] [spanking]

(The first chapter in a series with the same main characters, the unnamed woman and the man she lives with. Enjoy!)

She nervously fiddled with her ring as she waited. She had never been in this much trouble before. It was one thing to sneak out to go to a party at Andrea’s, she’d done that before and gotten away with withholding monthly payments, but this… Andrea’s parents coming home, the wild escape out the window that took along the expensive flower vase, the fall into the flower bed that destroyed the expensive gold necklace Robert had bought her when he was in China, and finally being caught by the police and driven home where she wobbled along the roadside in tattered clothes.

Robert had opened the door as she stood there between the two policemen. He had just listened and nodded as the policemen told him how they had found her, and shortly afterwards Andrea’s father had called and told him about the earlier events that he had apparently gotten out of Andrea.
Robert hadn’t said a word to her, just grabbed her arm firmly and led her into his study, then walked out and closed the door.
She couldn’t hear him outside, but she knew that he would soon have to come in and decide her fate. Read more »

[F] Fucking Old Man Winter

The snow literally doesn’t seem to want to end and has been devastating to my seasonal depression. For weeks, I’ve been searching for a light at the end of the tunnel moment, but nothing has come. I look out the window, and the ground is entirely white, fog loaded with diamond dust hangs in the distance, and all the trees are sprouting frost from top to bottom rather than leaves. Feeling like there is no escape from “the great white north,” I finally broke and embraced becoming submissive in a way that doesn’t involve my Hubby. Instead, I decided to kneel eagerly with my tongue hanging out for Old Man Winter, good ol’ Jack Frost’s frozen treat.

Now for me to become Old Man Winter’s submissive slut, it took some preparation, starting with a condom ribbed for her pleasure to spoil myself and a paper towel roll. There are easier ways to do this, but I was determined to make sure it was the Canadian winter that was fucking me. I went outside in only a pair of leggings, boots, and a winter jacket. No underwear or shirts were involved, and for added fun, I brought one of my glass toys. It was blizzarding outside, which was perfect since it already felt like I was being fucked by the winter, but I needed something more. Stabbing my glass dildo into the snow. It was like my erotic version of the story, the sword in the stone, but mine was the dildo in the snow. With only the glass heart end poking out, the chilling of the glass began. Read more »

I finally got on his pole [FM]

*This story makes me smile because we were both so young and stupid.*

I had a best friend in college. I’ve actually written about him briefly in the background of a few stories. We were never exactly “together” but we were really close and often had “sleepovers.” We did fuck a few times, but we mostly just made out and cuddled throughout our friendship until he got a girlfriend (now his wife whom I love). He’s still a joy in my life and a dear friend.

When I first met him, I was thoroughly unimpressed though. He had a swagger about him I interpreted as cocky, and every time I looked up he had a different girl hanging on him.

The most annoying thing about him was that he had a fucking stripper pole in his bedroom. He just installed it when he moved in like it was a casual piece of furniture.

I don’t know why this bothered me so much. Maybe I was just closed-minded back then, but it seemed to be some kind of statement. He acted like it was a victory every time he got a girl to dance on it, and this annoyed me. Read more »