A night of consensual non-consent with my fwb. [MF] [CNC] [Rape Fantasy]

So I had been friends with benefits with this girl for two or three months, and we had gotten kinky the first time we hooked up. That night she told me she was really into consensual non-consent, but that it needed to be a surprise for her.

I acted like I wasn’t comfortable with that, but said I’d consider it. A month or so goes by and she has been staying the night fairly often, so I tell her to start bringing a change of clothes with her so she can shower at my place in the morning and go straight to work without waking up early to drive back to her place.

Throughout this time, we had always used the same safe word, so I wasn’t worried about needing to get a new one while still keeping the night’s activity a surprise.

Anyways, we were sitting on my couch watching a movie one night. I push her up and she asks where I’m going. I tell her I’m just running to the restroom.

[MF] [Cheating] I wasn’t going to London (part 2)

*Reposting due to breaking the rules regarding adding links inside the body – will add a link to part 1 in the comments*
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**Previously:** I lied to my girlfriend that I was going to London on business, before flying to Sicily to meet a girl from Snapchat while she was holidaying there. As soon as I got to her hotel room, we ended up in bed together. I woke up the next morning to texts from my girlfriend, as my phone’s GPS had given away my true location…

**Too Long;Where’s The Sex?** If you don’t want to read the follow up to the end of part 1, or about the day that followed it, simply search for “Later that evening” – you’ll get straight to the good part.
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I sat up on my side of the bed, staring at the floor at first, then up at the bedside clock. It was 8am in the morning. The most accusing of texts, the one in which my girlfriend had blown my cover by exposing my own stupidity in leaving GPS enabled on my phone, arrived at 4am. I wondered why she’d been up that late. Had she been worried about me because I was too busy fucking to tell her I’d arrived in “London”? Had it kept her up all night? Or had she simply woken to go to the toilet and decided to check up?

Alison The Amazon Continued [mF]

Alison the Amazon continued: My stepmother finds out.

Me: Julie? As in my stepmother, Julie? Why are you sending pictures of yourself filled with my cum to my stepmother?

Ms. S: Because I always do. She kind of lives vicariously through me. She occasionally does the same. Here look at this one. I believe that is a picture from the night your father returned from his business trip.

With a few taps of her fingers, I am looking at the cum covered face and tits of my stepmother. I was a bit shocked but mostly turned on.

Me: Fuck me! Look at those tits. Don’t get me wrong, your’s are beyond extraordinary but I never thought that her’s could possibly be that nice. I mean you seen the way she dresses and those swimsuits of her’s don’t show off a damn thing. She’s the oldest 41 year old I know. Shit, when you two are standing next to each other, it hard to imagine you two belong to the same species. I have to say she’s a total hottie and apparently a total cum sult.

Another adventure with my kinky tinder FWB…this time she brought a friend [MFF]

Hi Everyone! I’ve decided to write about another experience with Ava, my FWB that I met off of Tinder. Now, for those of you that can’t remember, Ava was a brunette, 5’4, nice curves, luscious DD tits and new set of nipple piercings. We had been hooking up for a couple of weeks, however, I had previously scheduled a trip with some friends and would be out of town for a week with no cell service.

While the trip was an absolute blast, it also was completely sexless for me. Not for my friends though. During our time abroad, a couple of my friends brought back prostitutes multiple nights and I could easily hear their over the top performances through our cheap AirBnB walls. Personally, I don’t have anything against paying for sex, it just isn’t for me. With that said, the consistent moans were a constant reminder that I wasn’t getting laid and left a great deal of pent up sexual frustration by the time we returned home.

Who Watches the Witches? [F][Magic]

The moment Jessica woke up, she knew that something was very, very wrong. Although she was still only a novice witch, she recognized the paralyzing effects of magic when she felt it.
She could also tell that the magic wasn’t malicious or even harmful; it wasn’t a mind control spell or anything of the sort. It was more of a harmless prank, likely perpetrated by one of the young warlocks from the dorm across the way. They were always doing things like that. The non-magic world had panty raids and peeping toms; the magic world had sexually-infused spells and remote viewing.

Such was the life of a young witch.

This particular spell was a favorite of the freshman classes. It was really quite clever- a combination of two existing concepts that they were just being introduced to at that point in the curriculum. Every year, they’d discover it, thinking they were incredibly clever for figuring it out. It the faculty knew, they turned a blind eye. And the witches never seemed to complain.

Buster-how to train your owner, Part 2 [str8] [bst]

The rest of that night and all the next day Janet was determined to put this business behind her. She did this by keeping away from Buster, shutting him in a different room most of the time and telling him to keep away when they were together. She need not have bothered Buster sensed this was going to be a period of reflection for Janet while she wrestled with her feelings ‘she’ll convince herself she’s not doing it again but the thought of my big cock in her will eventually break her down’
When Roy returned Janet was in the kitchen, she wore a loose summer dress and greeted Roy by kissing him passionately. He kissed her back pleasantly surprised at her passion, she must have missed him lots. The kiss continued so Roy slipped his hand inside her dress and cupped her bra less breast, he gently tweaked her nipple the way she liked and she responded by pushing her tongue deeper in his mouth. She took his hand from her breast and guided it down till it was under her panties. “Christ your wet, have you been thinking about this all day”. He started to pull her towards the bedroom. “No here, fuck me here”. She pulled up her dress at the back and pulled her panties down to her knees. She bent over the sink and gripped the taps, just like she had when Buster licked her.
Roy dropped his trousers to his ankles and as Buster watched from the doorway he rubbed himself to make his cock harder. Getting inside her was easy, he went straight in up to his balls because she was so wet. Janet pulled open her dress at the front and Roy grabbed her tits one in each hand, he slowly began to shaft her “harder Roy, fuck me harder” she growled at him “come on faster, fuck me”. Roy began to sweat with the effort but then she came, she gripped him so tight with her pussy that normally he wouldn’t have been able to move but Janet’s cunt was so wet that he could do one more thrust before her pussy literally sucked the cum out of him.
Roy just dropped down with exhaustion and sat on the kitchen floor. Janet pulled up her knickers and strode to the bathroom, as she passed Buster she stuck her tongue out at him.
‘Well I guess that was for my benefit’ thought Buster ‘she’s going to try and put it all behind us’.
The rest of the evening was pretty normal, when they went to bed they didn’t make love again as both said how knackered they were.
What happened next came as a big shock, Buster was not expecting this. Three o’clock in the morning Janet came creeping into the kitchen where Buster slept, Roy could be heard snoring in the bedroom “I can’t sleep Buster” she whispered as quietly as she could “I need to be fucked properly, the way you do it” she got down on her hands and knees and wiggled her naked bum “come on Buster, please, I’m sorry I was unfaithful to you with Roy”. Buster was tempted to make her wait but then thought ‘who am I trying to kid’. He jumped up and began to rapidly thrust into her pussy, his pre cum was going everywhere although the last thing Janet needed was lubrication “slow down” she gasped “ do it like last time”. Buster slowed it right down as ordered, it didn’t really occur to Janet that he was following her instructions she just thought this was the way he did it. Janet began to groan and Buster tried to tell her to be quiet, he humped her slowly as she’d asked but Buster knew it was his knot putting pressure on her g spot that she craved. He pushed it in hard and she gasped. Buster lay on her back while he pumped cum into her, his head next to her ear, he tried to whisper sweet nothings but the usual problem stopped him. The next twenty minutes were going to be interesting, if Roy woke up while they were tied there would be some explaining to do. An evil thought briefly crossed his mind, he could bark and then watch the panic but he quickly suppressed the thought ‘you wouldn’t get any more of this mate’ he told himself.

[FM][FF] Tasted cum out of my butt

Hi guys and gals!!!

(Gender: female, age: 19)

I had a dirty story that I wanted to share. It happened a couple of months ago. I just recently got into Reddit, which is why I’m just telling it now.

P.s. I’m a 19 y/o, blue haired, pale, 130 lb. 5’3″ tall girl.

To make a long story short, I was fucking this guy (I’m a lesbian, it’s one of the few times I’ve ever done anything with a guy, but I did enjoy it more than I thought I would). He’s a good friend of one of my best friends, and apparently he always had a thing for me (knowing I was a lesbian, guess he was persistent!). I knew that girl in particular was into some kinky shit, and I knew they were into it together (they had an on-off sort of thing). I didn’t know what, but I gave it a try anyways.

Peeping Country Retreat part 8 (MMFffff) [oral] [anal] [straight] [group] [orgy] [lesbian]

“Having fun, man?” Tom asked Martin. Martin looked entranced. They moved as a group, all naked, through the house. Martin occasionally slapped Ruby’s oiled backside as he followed her, and Tom shoved a hand deep in Natasha’s firm round ass, finding it fantastically slick. They walked through room after room before entering another room with plush furniture and few decorations.

A large, elaborately patterned rug sat across most of the floor. The room was painted dark gray with few artworks on the walls. Numerous unlit candles sat here and there around the room. In the middle in front of the huge sofa sat what looked like a saddle with a pink dildo protruding from the center. An electrical cord traveled from it to the socket in the wall. Helena approached it and bent down to hit a switch, and the saddle started buzzing.

Helena took a long gulp of her red drink, then squatted over the saddle, pushing the vibrator inside herself. She moaned and cooed and started grinding into the saddle. Her body jiggled, still glistening covered in oil. Her enormous tits wobbled back and forth.

Night on The Town, Part 5 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 4 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/70eyny/night_on_the_town_part_4_mfm_oral_swingmastexh/)).

 

Kate crawled over to the two of them, drawn to them as a nail to a magnet. Her intent was written clear across her face; wordlessly both men turned toward her and spread their legs a little wider.

She went to her husband first, balanced herself with her hands on his thighs, and kissed him. It was a slow, welcoming kiss. Her lips were still trembling, her breathing still ragged. Cupping her chin, Mark kissed her again, relishing her taste. Her lips parted, and their tongues found each other.

Jason watched the building passion of his friends’ kiss with appreciation. They were gorgeous, both of them. Kate was on her knees, her voluptious ass sticking pertly in the air, the red imprints of Mark’s hand just starting to fade. He was tempted to reach over and renew them, but he let them have their moment. He could use the breather as it was; his jaw was sore.

He paid for dinner, drinks, and weed. Then I gave him my first blowjob. [MM]

I was 25. He had invited me to dinner and we went into Manhattan in his car after work on a friday. On the way back he parked besides the Long Island Expressway somewhere near Melville and we smoked a joint. The only lights came from the highway cars passing us by. He took out his dick. It wasn’t too big but it was fat, with a nice round head, and erect, pointing straight up. I leaned over, wetted my lips and pressed them against the head. I was trying to do like my highschool girlfriend used to do it. I sucked on the head first and then put it all in my mouth. He turned the overhead light on. I was amazed to feel my mouth full. I minded my teeth going up and down thinking “I’m sucking cock!” I remembered the bully in highschool who had once called me a cocksucker. When he put his hand on my head I knew he was going to cum but it took me by surprise anyway and swallowed the first shot. I held the rest in my mouth of what seemed like a lot of cum, and leaned over to spit it out the window. I felt shame at the thought of what everyone I knew would think of me if they ever found out. But I had liked it. The second time went smoother and had no shame anymore.