Demi Has Desperate Sex For Drugs Part 1 (mf | reluctant | celebrity | bj | titjob)

**Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.

**Part 1**

My life as a LA drug dealer has lead me to meeting many of Hollywood’s elite stars, but most know how to control and hide their use well. Every once in a while one goes wild and gets caught. Normally they stop and move on with life, but Demi has been texting me for weeks after getting out of rehab. I have been ignoring her so far just to avoid any publicity that she may have right now. Since she got out, I have notice her being extra thick after putting on some weight. Demi still looks very good, with her round curves and big booty. Today I heard a knock at my door which was very unusual for me.

Peyton’s First Dirty Casting Director (MF | BJ | Reluctant | Old/Young)

Peyton is going in for an audition today at a large movie studio. She is hoping to land her first role in a big movie and move on to a huge network television company. The role is playing as a girl going on spring break during her first year of college. She had read the script and felt like she would fit the role well, since they were casting it as a young woman that is fit, blonde, and has a nice bikini body. Peyton entered into the casting studio and waited in a room with a few other actresses. She was the only one that had been in any big production shows and she felt good knowing she was the most famous actress auditioning. She waited for thirty minutes until the director called her back to audition. The director set her up in the middle of the room, before asking her to begin. Peyton began to read the script and act out what was going on. She was playing on the beach with a friend and having a drink. Her acting seemed to be great and the old director liked what he seen. He said that she did great and he would be considering her highly for a callback. Three days past before the director called her manager and sent her the information for the callback audition. The email for instructions was sent to Peyton’s email and she had to go in tomorrow for the second audition. The scene was going to be the same, but she must come dressed to fit the scene. The email told her to wear a two-piece bikini, jean shorts, and a pair of flip flops only.

Reclaiming Her [mf][chastity][cuckolding]

By AsianHotWifesCuck

Originally Posted at:
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Note: This story contains scenes of consensual chastity, humiliation, and cuckolding. Please be certain these genres appeal to you before reading further or leaving comments.

She flew back home to me after a five-day work retreat in Las Vegas. She told me it was a team building trip that her boss at the trucking company wanted all of the managers to attend. She was in charge of the company sales and marketing division, almost all of the other regional managers were men. While we were apart, she was unable to call or text me, her husband. She warned me that might happen since it was an electronics-free, team-building retreat for her work. Any outside phone calls were for emergencies only. I wondered if she missed me as much as I missed her, or was she kept too distracted by work to think of me?

Having Some Brie, Chapter 1 [fm] [Incest] [Brother/Sister]

It all started when I got caught.

“What…” said an outraged feminine voice from behind me.

On instinct, I turned around to face her, my nose still buried in a pair of used panties. My twin sister Sabrina was standing in the doorway, her sports bag slipping out of her fingers and dropping onto the floor.

“… the fuck,” she finished flatly, her eyes wildly flicking between my own, her panties in my one hand, and my erection in my other. In my lustful stupor, I made time to notice the tight sports bra and tiny gym shorts she was wearing, as well as the thin sheen of sweat to complete the look.

“Please don’t tell mom,” I blurted. It was all that I could muster. I hadn’t even begun to work out how to deal with my sister’s reaction, how to even explain this. Though it would’ve been futile anyway; it wasn’t as if I could say I’d tripped into a single garment in her laundry.

“Get out of my room,” she seethed, her face contorting in contempt and disgust.

I managed to utter a dumb “We share a room, Brie,” before she stomped a foot and whipped a finger out of the bedroom we shared.

My VIRGIN roommate takes my girlfriend (How my attempt to cuck myself went too far) [MF]

This is **part one** of a somewhat dramatized version of a very real story. Part two will follow soon. Enjoy.

Chelsey rested her head on my chest as I ran my fingers through her hair.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon and we’d just had sex. Afternoon sex is the best kind of sex, I’ve always thought. And with Chelsey, it was even better. She and I had been “dating” for almost three months, and our sex life, as you can probably tell, was pretty on point. Chelsey, at 19, was a sophomore; we’d met at a mutual friend’s frat party and, after talking for a few days, began dating. I felt so lucky to have scored Chelsey. I wasn’t lacking in “game” per se, but even I felt I was punching above my weight with my girlfriend. Chelsey was an absolute head-turner; petite (she stood at just above 5’2) and just the right amount of curvy. She was of Lebanese extraction, with American parents, and her ethnic background showed. An olive-brown complexion, thick dark hair that fell down her back and the most sensational ass that truly had to be believed to be seen. She was, quite honestly, a fucking *gem.*

(LONG) Cute romantic story about how my 24 [M] best friend of 6 years 23 [F] became my perfect FWB [Str8][fm]

I wrote this out while replying to a comment but thought you guys may like it too :)

We were friends since the beginning of high school and would tell each other EVERYTHING. Constantly gave each other relationship advice and support. We scheduled all our classes and lunch for the same period, went on food dates and would spend HOURS at each others houses just talking and laughing. I loved being around her and wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. There was a sense of comfort being around each other, we changed our clothes in front of each other (our underwear not naked) without giving it a second thought. Although I must admit, I would secretly peek over and be mesmerized by her perfect body in her hot lingerie. Oof. I still vividly remember her in a pair of scantly red laced lingerie that barley covered half her breasts and how the area below her belly button seemed so smooth and enticing.

Mom Son Sharing Bed [mom son] [forced]

This is my first posting in reddit and also my first time writing mom son fantasy. Let me warn you that some readers in other story site commented my English is bad. Well, English is not my first language and I was a bad student then. I hope you enjoy my fantasy!

I rushed to my son room, he was the only man in the house.

“Baby wake up… my baby wake up please… my baby boy… please wake up…”

I shook his shoulder stroke his face

“My baby… wake up… mommy is so scared. Wake up please baby….”

I realized I didn’t lock the room when I came in. I returned and lock the door.

“Mommm… is that you? Mom?”

“Yes… oh baby, yes its mommy…”

I rushed back to his bed.

“Oh god, my baby boy… god… mommy is scared.”

“What happened mom? What time is it now?” He opened his eyes but still unsure of what was happening around him.

He stared at my chest. I realised in the panic I picked the wrong nightie. I pulled the neckline to cover my exposed cleavage.

She cried

She approached the heavy black main door at the bottom of the stairs with a deep breath. It was the first door she would open, the first thing she would be able to manipulate in over 12 hours. A sign of freedom she had longed for weeks to give up. Almost exactly half a day earlier, losing this freedom had been exactly what had happened, the moment the had stepped through this door. And now as she faced this very boundary to regain her normal self, she hesitated for a moment, one breath, no more, but also no less.

When she emerged on the other side, any observer would have seen a friendly girl, confident, looking a bit younger than her late 20s. Black hair and her eyes gave her Asian roots away. Her knee-long yellow skirt, the blue Doc Martens, the black faux leather jacket, her outfit was neither cheap nor overpriced, but always a bit out there unusual.

With a steady pace, she took a left and walked towards the main road. If her gait had been reluctant for the first half dozen steps all that was gone in seconds.

There’s Something in the Water Chapter 1 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*I’ve written this story through chapter 19. The story is complete. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*

*Late 1950s, somewhere in the Midwest …*

The stars shone bright on a cold night. Three high school seniors strode out of the malt shop and flipped up the collars on their jackets against the frigid breeze. Their footfalls echoed around the empty street as they made their way down the narrow sidewalk. Their bikes waited from them, leaning against a dark, forlorn street sign. As they left the lights, laughter, and conversation behind them, night settled in.

“Do you think we’ll see any of those shooting stars?” David looked up at the moonless sky, pushing his blond bangs out of his eyes. He stood head and shoulders above his friends. He wore his varsity basketball jacket with green and white stripes down the sleeve. It didn’t provide much warmth, but he liked everyone to know he’d made varsity that year.