Gene Therapy Part II [Sci-fi][MF][anal]

Jason pushed the lid open slowly, releasing a plume of wispy cool air. He could feel the chill on his fingers as he reached inside. His eyes never quite left Laura’s face. She looked nervous, and perhaps a bit curious. Jason grasped the rounded end of a vial and slid it into his palm, before giving the chilly tube a cursory glance: *201U9H.* He slid it back into place. *Not what he was looking for.*

Laura swept her fingers through her hair every few seconds as she waited. Her lips parted, she sighed and hummed but said nothing.

“Just looking for something—” Jason said reassuringly. He glanced at another vial before returning it to the case.

“—GOOD,” he exclaimed as he finally pulled the vial labeled “A1V18L” into his palm.

He placed the vial on the table, taking special care not to damage the delicate mechanized injection-ready cap.

“Did you plan on participating in one trial?” Jason asked, “More?”

The tip of Laura’s ruby-painted thumbnail found its way into her mouth. She nibbled it nervously while staring down at the lengthy tube of yellowish liquid sitting on the table.

Symbiotic Invasion Finale

Ashley

I don’t really know how much the traitor heard or could understand as we reworked her stupid human brain, but it doesn’t matter. Frankly, she was flooded with so many pheromones, all she’ll be able to think from now on (if anything) is sex. If her ass isn’t in the air for fucking, she’s probably sleeping. The main issue now is, where the _fuck_ did Sebby go? Kinda hurtful to be so rejected. I don’t want to put him through the same punishment as the traitor, but something must be done. 

Shelby and Alesa were quick to follow Sebby outside, both keeping their distance and staying out of sight. Once I’d finished with the traitor and taken a moment to clear my head, I could see him ducking through some bushes between a couple houses. He wasn’t the sneakiest individual, so we probably would have caught up to him within an hour if the others hadn’t followed, but we needed to retrieve the stolen component sooner rather than later. That, and the sooner he is fully converted and on our side, the better. 

Moonlighting [F/M] [long]

Being alone at the work station gave me plenty of time to think. Sometimes it was wondering why I was working 45 hour weeks for shit pay, other times I thought about taking up fly fishing or something. Sometimes I thought about nothing at all to the point where I wasn’t sure if I was still conscious while the specimen fridge buzzed in the background.

Today though, I was thinking about how long it had been since I got laid. Or even got myself off for that matter; had it really been a month since I last came?? Fuck. I stretched my tan legs under my desk. Living in a coed bunkhouse with 4 dudes I barely knew made lots of things difficult, masturbating not the least of them. There’s no way they wouldn’t be able to hear me; even if I was quiet, the shitty old bed would not be. Embarrassing.

I’d driven to a couple worksites with one of my coworkers, Mark, and he seemed pretty cool. Basic interests of a 20-something Midwest guy fresh out of college. Video games, going to the lake on his days off, bouldering, eating my fucking gourmet pickled green beans out of the fridge. All in all someone I would consider a friend if I spent more than 35 minutes a day with them outside of work.

Wet Dreams UNIVERSITY 198 Wet Dreams Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM Anal BDSM Bondage Solo Toys)

Man this is boring” Clarissa muttered to herself.  “I wonder what A’drea is up” eyeing her Vibraphone.  Trying not to grin, “Mmm, here’s a pic for you..” ready to react if the selfie mode made any noise.
“When are we going to be in since again?  Maybe I should ask” hoping out of her seat.  “Mrs. Donavon, Mrs. Donavon!  You who Mrs. Donavon..” no matter how much of a ruckus she made Mrs. Donavon never broke from her dullsville prattling.  “Mrs.. (something sent Clarissa forward to meet her desk table) .. Mmm Ohmifuck yes yesss yesssssssss” the orgasm was right there.  “Just one or twOoo mOoore licks.. Ooo fuckkk Ooooh” Clarissa’s arms where failing with each lick.  Locking her knees, kissing the desk top definitely put her in a compromising position.  “Who could do this to.. to Mmmmmmmmm” Clarissa’s mind was reeling for all the tongues that have touched her bald box.  “There is OooOoooOoooo.. Ohmifuck” her breathing became short and labored.  “I must.. yes yesss I..” gripping her own triple S’s.  Squeezing, squishing, mashing them just made the orgasm drag out.  “I’m, I’m cuming Oh my OooohOooohOooohOoooh” missing her queue once again as the orgasm raged in her body.  Needing something to suck on, thinking about “A’drea’s tits, yes give me A’drea’s tits so I can..”  The touch of Clarissa’s tongue sent chills down her spine.  Burrowing her mouth around one of the nipples, using her tongue to flick the body of the nipple.  The rush of adrenaline that flooded her body was incredible butt not quite as good as the tongue fucking her pussy was getting.  Jerking back her head A’drea whispered more naughtiness in her ear, “Mmmm, lick the nip you naughty girl.. Ooo Ooooh yesss.. … Ooooh” feeling A’drea nibble on Clarissa’s ear.  “I want you to play with yourself till you squirt all over your desk” A’drea had her way of making the most sinful things a huge turn on for Clarissa.  Releasing one tit and invading her kitty.  Rubbing, tease, playing with just her clit.  Feeling her knees grow weak just a half a heartbeat before, “OooOoooOoooo fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm..” cum soaking her hand, sprayed her desktop.  “Yes do it again while I tongue your fuck hole” this whole time A’drea was playing with Clarissa’s tight asshole.  It only took a few more strokes and Clarissa was creaming again.  This time she felt her knees give out.  Feeling A’drea’s hands gripping her ass, spread it “for.. for Ooooh OooOoooOoooo fucking A..” not sure if that was  scream or a moan.  “Mmm, you’re so good..” A’drea started to whispered as her voice faded.  “Mmm, just think of all the naughty things I could do to you” Angie said wiggling a finger in Clarissa’s ear.  “You might want to clean up you spit Miss Drooler butt (smacking Clarissa on her bum) class is over.  What party are we going to this weekend, I was thinking about the jocks butt the sci-fi group is got on going on this weekend to..” Angie prattled on.

Virtual Sex [M/F] (Straight Sex, Sci-fi, Masturbation)

Virtual Sex

Thomas had loved video games and technology since he was young. He had always wanted to own the most high-tech devices and was adept in just about any video game genre in existence. After college he had taken a job at a Silicon Valley tech firm as an entry level programmer. His goal was to get noticed in the gaming industry, but first he had to do his time doing grunt work.

Thomas had two things going for him. He was becoming the go-to programmer for his manager at work, and he was good looking. Despite all of his coding and gaming, Thomas had a lean, toned body from hitting the gym on weeknights, and he spent a lot of time on his appearance.

Thomas’ girlfriend Annabelle thought that he worked too much. At nineteen, she didn’t really understand what it took to climb a corporate ladder. After all being a fitness model, she had won the genetic lottery and eased into her profession and made great money on Instagram and YouTube. Thomas felt that she didn’t work as hard as he did, and well, he was right. But that did not matter so much. They loved each other and got along well.

Gene Therapy [Sci-fi][MF][Constructive Criticism][Reader participation encouraged]

Note: This is the opening segment to a potentially broader story that might include some “Choose your own adventure” elements if readers are interested. As always constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Jason let out a yawn so obnoxiously loud it would have mildly embarrassed him if he wasn’t completely alone. The atrium was cavernous large and finely furnished. The walls were paneled with varying shades of sandstone brick, and the floors were covered in a rich, intricately patterned red carpet. It looked more like the entrance to a fine hotel and rather than the corporate laboratory it was.

Jason spun around in his swivel chair, stopping himself back in front of the table they stationed him at and glanced down at his notes.

It had been nearly 3 weeks since they began advertising the clinical trials. The director had given him a list of several names that tentatively agreed to participate, but not a soul had shown up. To be fair he had heard the ad they were broadcasting… *Participate in the advancement in genetic technology! Seeking female volunteers for clinical research! Help discover a cure for sexual performance anxiety and sexual dysfunction. Eligible volunteers will receive tax-free compensation for each trial they participate in.*

New Beginnings: Part Two [MF] [Straight Sex] [Oral Sex] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Boob Growth] [Alien Encounter] [Sci-fi}

“B,” Bill said as they sat in the utility vehicle. They were parked just outside the food court of the mall.

Things had gotten back to normal. Well, as usual as they could be with a giant alien spacecraft sitting in their backyard. The mall was busier than it had ever been. Chuck, the realtor, had told them that he had rented out or sold more houses and apartments in these few days than in his whole career, seeing as he took over his family business straight out of high school that was saying something.

“Nah, A tops,” Adrian replied.

The two of them were playing their favourite game, guessing the women’s cup sizes that walked out of the exit. There wasn’t much to do for security here now that the military had set up small substations all over town. Crime had dropped to an all-time low. Everyone liked their presence except for a few individuals.

“So, you are coming tonight, right?” Bill looked over at Adrian.

Their boss Angela had it in her head to celebrate her birthday inside the mall. They had opened a new restaurant, and with the out of towners shopping and buying as well as needing to eat, the restaurant had become an enormous success.

Contract Renegotiation (Part 1 of 2) [BDSM][MFf][Mdom][Fdom][femsub][NC][HUML][DP][Sci-Fi][Sens Dep][Latex][drugs][exh]

Stanislawa Jurkowska tore out the drawers to her desk desperately. Where was the gun? Where the hell? She never thought this day would come, but the gunfire and screams kept getting closer and closer. Why had father been so stupid to try to defy the Armstrong Corporation? She tried, hopelessly, to call the Tetsuo family representative in charge of their acquisition. Her comm let out a dead tone, then its AI “helpfully” reported “I’m sorry, I can’t make a call without a connection to the ansinet, try moving a few meters in any direction!”

She threw her comm at the wall in frustration. Father always told her there was a gun hidden in the desk if she needed it, and she needed it now. Even if just one charge or bullet was left in the damned thing…

The reinforced panic doors to her office shook, and bent, but took the impact of whatever god awful ballistic weapon the Armstrong mercs were trying to use to bust it down. A framed cover of Young Qiyejia magazine with her face on it fell to the floor, its case shattering. She picked it up, shaking.

The first time I got fucked on a bar at a house party [MF]

***Background: I was 21 in late summer of 2011 and had just moved into a party house that was … right next door to another, larger party house. I had previously lived in another part of this Mississippi college town near a different house that held parties ([where this story happened](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oxjb39/how_i_accidentally_gave_a_super_public_blowjob_to/)), but that house didn’t have events or after parties with the same frequency as this place. The original location was maybe once or twice a week, typically on weekends or for special events, and this other area partied basically 5-7 days a week, the next door house I moved to often throwing parties in conjuction or hosted bands in the very large living room, with people in and out of both houses.***

So, during one crazy night this FWB I had been sleeping with off-and-on for most of the year, (we’ll call him V and was about 30, and not the same guy from the story I linked to earlier) was living at this house, making us neighbors. For this particular party there was a theme and it was “Sci-Fi” and had somehow accumulated one of the largest gatherings I had seen before, only rivaled by one other party. While they got crazy, crowds were absolutely insane and there were people in and out of every hallway, balcony, living room, bar room, kitching, and so on that wasn’t anyone’s personal bedroom (even then they had crowds, just selective of course).

Emmy | [Blowjob] [Cowgirl] [Creampie] [Choking] [Romantic?]

*hey guys! this story is bit different to my usual stuff–it’s not degenerate and is consensual. i think it’s actually kinda romantic and sweet, and i really enjoyed writing it. it’s a bit longer than my other stories, but i think it’s worth it because it gives the characters time to develop their relationship.*

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I notice her across the crowded café. She’s reading the same book I am—Jeff VanderMeer’s *Annihilation*—and sipping a frothy cappuccino. She’s seems lost in its pages, biting her bottom lip as her dark eyes move from side to side, taking in the words of the sci-fi story. I look away, not wanting her to notice me staring, and try to read myself. But I can’t… I feel drawn towards her. Why? I see loads of pretty girls every day and I don’t make a move on them. That’s just not me. I’m way too awkward to strike up a conversation with a random girl, no matter how attractive I find her.

So why I have stood up? Why am I making my way through the café towards her? Oh, fuck what am I doing? Oh god, why am I standing next to her?