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Hacked and Used [Non consent] (Part 2)

It was 13 days since dan had exploited heather, his mind had raced about how horny that got him.

He was true to his word though, once he had left her house he had wiped all of her data from his computer. He searched for more websites that had a lazy enough firewall for him to be able to implement his virus, going through 20 or so an hour until he found an interesting one, Christina Harrison’s personal campaign website, she would be running for state senator next month and there were rumours floating around the area that she was corrupted.

With a spur of the moment decision he had found his next target

Dan planted a new bug on the system which could track credentials used to login, it would also then allow him to gain control of the web server that hosted Christina’s website

3 hours later he was blown away, how could someone so powerful have almost no cyber security. Her password was the same for everything so he now had access to all of her social media, her emails and most importantly, her entire business network. Read more »

Rose Plucked [Str8][Bi][MMMFF][exh][anal][oral][gangbang][nc][drugs]

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction, exploring taboo fantasies, not an endorsement of behavior, sexual or otherwise, in real life. Remember: Keep it Safe, Sane, and Consensual!

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“Are you sure about this?”

Rose shifted uncomfortably as she looked at herself in the mirror. The red miniskirt and midriff-revealing black blouse were far more daring than anything the petite brunette freshman was used to wearing. The addition of black high-heels definitely helped show off her legs, but did nothing for her nervousness. She glanced up at the reflection of her friend Mary, the tall buxom blonde sophomore who had talked her into this.

“You look great, Rose! The boys are gonna go wild when they see you. And besides, you’ve been cooped up studying ever since you got here, it’s time you relaxed a little, unwound a little,” Mary grinned down at Rose, “and believe me, you could use a little unwinding.” Read more »

Subway Predator (MF)

I swore I wouldn’t do this again but here I am headed into the subway station at 5 dressed for action. I’m wearing a fuzzy pink sweater and a knee length pleated skirt. I’m in heels and stockings. I have my long brown hair up in a bun, I’m wearing minimal makeup and glasses. Perfect camouflage. I’ve got a garter holding up the stockings but I’m not wearing any underwear or a bra. I prowl for a victim. After scanning the typical crowd jammed together waiting for a train I spot several potential targets. The train arrives and I do my best to get into position. I miss all my opportunities and have to get off at the next station. Frustrated I change platforms. I hit the jackpot on the next train. A NYU student in a school hoodie and basketball shorts settles into a corner after letting a woman have the last seat. I just manage to get in front of him as the rest of the passengers jam in. Everyone crushes together and tries not to touch each other at the same time. I allow the people in front of me to force me back against the NYU guy. The train starts up and I get my first good shove against him. My ass presses against him and I wiggle a little trying to feel a bulge. Nothing yet. “Sorry I say over my shoulder.” “It’s all rokay” he says because he couldn’t decide on OK or all right. This is going great. We pull into the next station and everyone leans forward a bit as the train slows. Everyone but me. I’ve got my feet planted and my hips tilted back. NYU bumps into me and this time I feel a bulge. The game is afoot. “Sorry” he mumbles. I turn and smile. It’s not a nice smile. I let go of the rail as the train starts up again. I press back and wiggle til his cock is resting on my cleft. The thin skirt sinks between my cheeks. He tries to turn but I reach back and pin his hips to the subway wall. I grind my ass up and down his shaft. He makes a sound like he’s trying to say something but it never makes it out. He’s mine now. I move off him a bit and pretend to adjust my skirt. I give it a quarter turn to the left and pull apart a hidden pleat. Now I reach back and slip my hand into his shorts. I can hear him inhale sharply. I grab his erect dick and guide it out of his shorts and through the gap in the back of my skirt. For a little while I revel in the silky feel of his shaft rubbing between my buttocks but then we get sticky with pre-cum. I reach into the pocket on my sweater and finger open a baggy of lube. I lube him up and then guide his dick between my legs. He’s the perfect length. I hate wearing heels but it’s the only way to get tall enough for this to work. He’s circumcised and has a nice pronounced head. I push my hand into the folds on the front of the skirt and then press his thick head against my clit. I mostly let the rocking and swaying of the car do the work. He reaches up my sweater and finds my breast. He pinches my nipple and I start really working his head against my clit. Before the next station I have an intense orgasm and slump against him. He was a bit of a bad boy with the tit grab but I decide not to leave him hanging. I grab a bit more lube and start to stroke him. I rub the tip of his dick against my anus. His dick gets stainless steal hard and I know he’s about to orgasm. I tuck him back into his shorts but I keep hold of him. I hear him grunt and feel him pulse in my hand over and over. The train stops and the doors open. Before he can recover himself I’m gone. I’m still not sated. I change platforms again. I get lucky on the very next train. A good looking businessman in a tailored suit is reading his phone at the back of the carriage. I make my way over to him. I’m in heat now and seeing red. I forgo pretense and go straight to the booty rub. He turns his hips way from me and then backs away a bit. I chase him up to the wall. I reach for his dick but he grabs my wrist. “Excuse me.” I say loudly and turn towards him. Several people look up. He’s already let go of my wrist but some of the looks are full of concern. I’m 5’9″ in the heels but I’m barely 110lbs. He’s athletic and has that former frat boy look. “I’m sorry” he says. “It’s no problem” I say in a cheery voice with a wicked smile. Everyone goes back to their phones, books and papers. I turn away from him but step closer. It’s OK dude, just go along with me and you won’t get hurt. I give my skirt a quarter turn and then I hold open the flap so he can see my ass. I glance over my shoulder. He’s looking me in the eye. I glance down my back. He looks too and then clears his throat. He looks back at me and I see fear and confusion. I wink at him and start to fondle his dick. He’s not getting hard yet. Maybe I missed my mark. I unzip his trousers and then reach into the y of his briefs. I wrestle his soft dick out of the hole and mash it against my buns. He’s got a nice long thick uncircumcised dick. He clears his throat again. I sense that he’s near panic. I grab a generous helping of lube and I stroke him up and down my crack while squeezing him in pulses. He gently grabs my wrist again and starts to pull away but then gets half hard. It’s just enough, I push my hips back to get his head to slip between my buns and rest against my anus. He freezes. I work his head up and down while pushing back to get it inside me. He still has my wrist but he’s getting harder. I work his head all the way inside my ass and now he’s fully erect. I let him go but he hangs on to my wrist. I push back and take him in a little. I tilt my hips and wiggle my ass while keeping up the pressure to slowly slide his shaft into my ass. It feels so good filling me up. I get it all the way in. I push back as hard as I can, flattening my ass against him to get all that he has to offer. It’s blissful. I shake my arm and he drops my wrist. I reach into the front of my skirt and start fingering my clit. I rock my hips back and forth to feel his girth inside me. In no time I’m riding a wave of orgasm. When it finishes washing over me I steady myself and take stock. Doesn’t look like anybody has noticed us. He’s been really good. He deserves to finish. I start bouncing my hips a little against him. It’s not much more than an inch of him sliding in and out of me but I keep up a steady fast rhythm. He tenses. I stop. He relaxes and I start pumping again. I bring him up to the edge again and stop again. The third time I’m too close to my own orgasm so I keep going as he pumps my ass full of cum. I finish my third orgasm of the evening as his last spurts warm my insides. The train pulls into a station. I’m full of stolen cum and completely satisfied. I slip him out and leave him slumped against the wall. I hear an old woman gasp and assume she’s seen either his dick covered in cum and lube or my ass. I don’t care, either way it tickles me. I laugh and adjust my skirt as I push my way out of the car. I need pizza.

The Lady of Constance Keep Part 2 [Fiction] [MMF]

Natasha lay motionless on the floor of the dungeon contemplating the events that had just taken place. She had just allowed a lowborn man to fuck her. A man snuck into her home to steal her possessions and he was rewarded not with his head being removed but by being allowed to lay with the lady of the keep. After a few moments regaining her breath and raised herself to a seated position. Looking around at her squalid surroundings, the keys on the floor by the door caught her eye. “I need to get back to my chambers.” She thought. Quickly, Natasha darted towards the door, scooping the keys off the floor and peering out to see if the sleeping guard had awoken from his drunken stupor. He had not, and the way was clear. She locked the door to the dungeons behind her and placed the keys back on the table where she had found them, now no one would know of the debauchery that had just taken place beneath their very noses. Bunching the front of her dress together to cover her breasts, Natasha moved silently throughout the corridors until she approached the entrance to her chambers. She stood around the corner from her door where the guards stood. Read more »

[MFF] Back in college

I was sharing a house with a girl I wasnt involved with. She was friends with the girls, Clair and Sara, who I hung out with that lived across the street from us. One day she told me “Clair and Sara want to tie you up and have their way with you”. I replied that they were a little too wild to trust them to tie me up, not being too sure what all they would do. They were both art students, Clair always had wild colored short hair and tan skin with a slender build. Sara had long blond hair and was a small petite girl.

That next Friday night I noticed they were home so I went over to see what might happen. Sara answered the door and let me in. She got us a couple of drinks and then took me down a hallway to see Clair working on a project. We talked a bit and as it got later Clair said “Why don’t you too go off and let me get this work done?”. It was getting late so Sara just led me to her room and said I should just stay here because their house was warmer than mine. Read more »

[FF] – Day two with Molly…

I woke up in my own bed the following morning and as I awoke I remembered what had happened last night..

I’d ended up in mollys hotel room and she rode my fingers until she came all over my hand..
My pussy throbbed as I thought about it.

Me and molly had spent a few hours last night chatting in her hotel room and we kissed again before I left. I wanted desperately to stay the night with her and fuck her again but I needed to let what happened sink in. She might regret it?

I started to feel a little bit anxious as I knew I had the rest of the week with Molly but if she regretted what happened, this was going to an awkward as fuck week! We’d swapped numbers at the bar last night and I picked up my phone to text her.. and then decided not to. If I don’t mention it… then maybe it won’t be an issue?

I made it to the office for 7am. I wanted to get a head start and check my emails. I chose to wear a black jumper and black pants today as I didn’t have time to iron a shirt. Read more »

Our [f]irst ti[m]e…

(I’m sorry this ended up long…and isn’t done yet. The real action takes place after the ***….more to come!)

My happy marriage had just blown up, and I had my daughter for our first visitation. I posted a pic of us on Facebook, and it got lots of likes lol. Out of the blue, I get a Facebook message from Samantha (not her real name), a former coworker, remarking on how much my kid had grown. I hadn’t seen her since she had left my company about 6 months prior, after two years of working together…friendly, maybe a bit flirty, but never thought anything of it. I’d teasingly threaten to spank her, then watch her blush, but I was happily married when we worked together.

That first message led to lots of talking, and we finally meet up for a beer after work one afternoon a few weeks later. She’s working for an airline now, and dressed like it, in snug black dress slacks that showed off her retired-ballerina bubble butt and a gorgeous red blouse, emphasizing but not outright showing off her smallish but always incredible cleavage. The long, brown hair she had when we worked together is gone, she’s now sporting a short bob, but it looks great on her. She’s still my adorkably cute friend with the Coke-bottle glasses and slight overbite, but undeniably sexy. But this wasn’t much more than smiling and giggling and catch-up talk. Yet, as I watched her walk out that day, I knew somehow, she was going to be mine. Read more »

Bliss[drugs][lesbian][taboo]

Shannon and her daughter Vicky pulled into their driveway after returning home from the gym. Shannon was just starting to get a little bit hazy, and she wondered if what had just happened at the gym was a good idea.

They had gone to the gym that day together, Vicky to train for her highschool track and field qualifiers, and Shannon to meet her friend Janet to talk about a somewhat sensitive subject. Shannon had heard from another girl at the gym about a new workout supplement that supposedly not only helped to make your workout more effective, but also gave you more energy and made the whole experience more enjoyable. The supplement wasn’t yet available in the US as it hadn’t been tested by the FDA, which made this particular supplement illegal.

Vicky made her way to the treadmills to train, while Shannon told her she was meeting Janet in the sauna for a moment. She made her way to the sauna where she found her friend nude, sitting on the wooden benches. Janet was sweating, her almost orangish tan glistening under the dim lights of the sauna. Her copper hair was tied up in a messy bun, and her thick eyeliner was just slightly smudged from the moisture in the air. Her breasts were large and rounded, her nipples stiff and her flesh dimpling. She sat with her legs crossed, staring at the door as Shannon walked in. Read more »

The Teacher’s Emo Slut [MF] [Teen] [Teacher] [Kissing] [Creampie] [Drugs] [Older man, younger woman]

Abbie grabbed her tits through her tight blue dress, giving them a squeeze. She turned, staring at the curve of her ass in the mirror and the shape of her legs in her heels. Her forearms were covered in bracelets and bands. She had a nose and lip piercing, eyes cast with dark mascara, short, messy hair coming to her shoulders and freshly dyed black. Even though the school had warned her, she wore fishnet leggings anyway. What, were they going to kick her out? Her senior year?

She could hear the music bumping through the hallway. This year’s prom theme was “Under the Sea,” which was the same theme it had been last year. And the year before that. And the year before that. The student committees never got much more creative with their ideas. Abbie was alone in the bathroom; the other girls having rushed back to the dance floor.

For some, being a senior without a date to the prom was embarrassing. To make it through four years of bullshit only to not get *someone* to pretend to like you for a night? Seemed pathetic. Abbie was fine with it. Her best friend, a tall, lanky goth dude named Brian, had asked her to go as friends, but he insisted on wearing his “tail,” so she shot him down. He was a little *too* eccentric, even for her. And for rural Minnesota, Abbie was already too weird. Read more »