St. James Baptist Church [M/F Incest] – The pastor and his wife need help preparing for the days services

It started out as just another Sunday morning for the Peterson family with all of them together at the St. James Baptist church.

A tall, gangly sort of man with a receding hairline, dressed in his best blue suit and wearing a pair of glasses, Thaddeus Peterson was the pastor of the church. Holed up in his little office, sitting in his high backed chair, he was digging desperately through the open briefcase lying on his desk but not finding what he was looking for.

When he finally gave up on his search, grumbling irritably to himself, he instantly grabbed his cell phone and called up his wife.

“It’s me, honey. Listen, it looks like I’ve gone and forgotten all of the notes I made for this mornings sermon. I got them out to make a few revisions last night and must have left them on the desk. Do you think you could run home and get them for me?”

BDSM collaring ceremony. [M Dom/f sub]

He found a chair in the living room overlooking the dark wooded yard. Every so often, a flicker of car lights could be seen on the distant road. He made himself comfortable as she fetched a glass of water. She returned and stood before him waiting either instruction or permission to sit. Her hands naturally went behind her back as she felt a bit timid just standing before him.

“What shall we do, Sweetheart?” he asked her. He laid out the options of grabbing dinner, getting groceries, collaring her or fucking.

Even though she longed for her collar, she knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to devour him right then and there as he had only given her a taste of what was to come. They were both far too clothed, and she wanted him. Her eyes darted from his eyes to his cock. He was handsome as he sat casually eyeing her too.

She worried he would make her wait as they went to find food, but he surprised her.

“Let’s collar you, Sweetheart.”

Daddy’s Girls – BOOK 3 – Chapter 48: Lessons Learned (no sex)

[First, a quick note to any fans of this story. There is LOTS more to come; but it needs to be written first. I have a definite plan for the adventures our intrepid Girls will be undertaking, and what I hope will be received as be a wonderful ending. I obsessed over the previous chapters, to make sure that continuity was kept intact, and that the characters remained true to themselves, while experiencing significant personal growth at the same time. I want to take the time to do the next book right. So… this means the next few chapters will come out more slowly than before. Thank you all for your kind comments, and for your understanding.]

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The Daddy’s Girls spent the next few minutes toweling down their respective fathers, wiping off the sweat from their illicit lovemaking.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Laurie said to Paul, leaning down to gently kiss him.

“Thank me? I thought you’d be mad at me!” he replied.

“Dad, that was the most… I dunno…,” she started.

“Wicked? Evil? Mean?” Paul sputtered.

“Erotic.” Becky said with finality.

”That’s the word,” Laurie agreed. “That was the most EROTIC thing that’s EVER happened to me.”

Beth is taken by her dad’s friend [Older guy/ Young woman]

Beth blinked at her computer. She re-read her mail again. The words didn’t change, as she thought it would. It read, ‘Congratulations! You’re hired.’ Beth clasped her hands together and ran out of her room and hugged her mother.

Beth had been job hunting for more than a year after college. It had been an ordeal, especially under the gaze of her parents. But, where else could she stay? She had to move into her parents’ house after she completed college and after an extensive job hunt with multiple interviews and heartbreaks – she finally had landed a job offer. But there was one concern.

Beth faced her father, ‘Dad, I have to move to `the city.’

Her dad looked at her and said, ‘Yeah! Seems so. But all the good jobs are in the city.’

Beth looked down. Her family was not the most affluent, financially. Her dad’s savings ended up in the house they bought in the suburbs. The EMIs were still high and her mom was a homemaker. Beth knew it would be difficult for her dad to support her set up in the city.

Siinful Desires Part 2 [MMF Threesome, Cheating]

It felt a little weird, being back home again with the boyfriend. Things seemingly had fallen back into the usual routine. Not that the usual routine was best. But it was… familiar. You’d fuck, and you’d fight, and forgive, and fuck. Over and over again like clockwork. Of course, things were a little different now.

After all, it was only a week ago that you’d foolishly invited me over for a “post-work lap dance”. Once thing had led to another and you couldn’t help yourself from surrendering your pussy to me, physically, verbally, mentally, emotionally. After that night I had used you like a fuck toy for days on end until word arrived from your boyfriend that he’d be returning home.

You wondered how many cream pies I must have given you in that time. How many times my bare cock had exploded inside you. How many times I had completely flooded you. How many times you’d begged for me to slide inside and re-affirm my ownership of your pussy. Your mouth. Even your ass. Your whole body had belonged to me by the end of it. Dozens of times at least. Enough to have easily impregnated you if you weren’t on birth control.

My Inappropriate School [F][erotica][teacher-student][extracredit]

Becka sat patiently at her desk as the rest of the classroom poured into the hallway like wildebeest following their instincts to the watering hole, only it was final period, so the buses and student parking lot was where they were headed. Becca, on the other hand, had more important priorities than going home.

Sliding her notebook into her light blue backpack, she took her time zipping her bag up until all the students had left her English classroom. Mr. Probst was at the front of the classroom wiping down the white board with his dry eraser. Becka knew most girls could overlook Mr. Probst as being too nice guy looking. He was articulate, always wore tucked in and ironed shirts, and wore glasses most days instead of contacts. He was also quite the polite man. Even on the days when Becka and other high school girls came to school dressed like complete sluts and knowing they were running the risk of having one of the moody old hags of the female teacher lot send them home or force them to where the ‘communal hoody and sweat pants,’ Mr. Probst wouldn’t look down at Becka’s cleavage or up her short skirt as she bent over purposefully by him.

[F]ucking the Swiss [M]ilf [MF]

This happened a few years ago when I was in my early twenties. Most weekends my friends and I would go out bar hopping and get recklessly drunk and this time was no exception. What was an exception is a friend of a friend of a friend named Heidi came out. Heidi was 12 years my senior and married with a kid (although her husband was not there). She was a few inches shorter than me, with small breasts, a decent butt and a very cute smile. Think poor man’s Elizabeth Shue. Her slight German accent was super sexy as well.

At first I didn’t really pay much attention to her. I knew she was married plus she was sitting at the complete opposite end of the table from me, so there wasn’t much chance to interact. I’m sure I was being drunk and obnoxious because I later found out she hated me at first. Well bad press is better than no press. She must’ve at least been intrigued because after switching bars, she sat next to me and was chatting me up. The more we drank, the flirtier and more playful she got. Touching my arm, innuendos, comments about sneaking off to the bathroom together. I figured she was having a little fun while her husband wasn’t around – I never expected it to go any further.

Xx/xy Part 2 (fiction, gender transformation, M, M/F, taboo)

I come to with the obvious smell of sulfur and a light tapping to my face.

I blinked beyond the cobwebs and groaned, “Uhhh….what happened?”

A male voice, “You’re back to being a male brother.”

I shot up, brushing past my brother, knocking him to the side. I stood in front of the mirror to see I was back to being a male.

The underwear I was wearing were either broken or torn. Apparently my male chest was much larger than his daughter’s frame so that snapped and was hanging by the straps. Her underwear that I was wearing didn’t fair much better. It was hanging on just one leg, the strap snapped as my hips widened while I was out.

I’m glad I was out for that pain but I had bruises now.

I silently thanked I was a male again. Though if I’m honest I was kind of disappointed that I was no longer female.

I was beginning to get used to having a gorgeous female body. Though the obvious mass in the front was weird. And I had come into some obvious problems….like using the bathroom.

The Executive Assistant 3, Latin_Luver

Elizabeth started her work week in a pissy mode. Playing with herself no longer satisfied her and she was angry at Mr. Copeland for ruining that for her.

He walked thru the door saying “Good morning Mrs. Elizabeth”, but I didn’t even acknowledge him. I gave him the cold shoulder. See how he likes it.

I didn’t look at his expression, but I could feel him looking at me. I fought the urge to look back. He walked into his office saying “Can you give me the Zimmerman file”. I found the files, walked into his office, let them fall hard and walked out. “Thank you” he said, totally ignoring my tantrum. He’s ruining this for me too.

This went on all day and he never acknowledged it. When we were the last ones in the office he called me on my desk phone. “Yes”, I said, very coldly. “The Zimmerman files are ready for you.”

I went in his office and was about to pick up the files, when he said “Please close the door”. Oh no, I’m fired I thought. I closed the door, afraid to turn around. “Come here” he said. I turned and walked to his desk. The desk was clean and the only thing on it was the files.

When I was in college, myself and three friends all had an impromptu gang bang when a mutual FWB crashed our party. [MMMF] [Straight and a bit Bi] [Dubious for a second, then very enthusiastic] [Rough and safe sex] [Until the end, which I will clearly mark] [So incredibly stupid in retrospect]

I recently wrote this out for somebody and figured I’d share it here. I was in college and pretty stupid if I’m being honest; this night was one of the best in my life, one of the weirdest and most stressful (mostly afterward), and I promise upfront that I learned a *lot* of life lessons that night.

I had two of my buddies over for drinks and video games. It was supposed to be a guy’s night, we had tons of snacks and some Four Locos. We had ordered a pizza, so when the doorbell rang we didn’t think too much about it.

Instead of a pizza delivery, it was a girl at our college who we’d each had sex with at various points at my door. She was quite hot, and did track I think. I still remember her hair in particular, auburn down to her shoulders. She and I were currently friends with benefits and she’d dropped by unannounced because she was bored and wanted to get down. I grinned and pulled her inside.