collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
*A note to everyone reading this:*
If you don’t like violence and sex mixing, then this probably won’t be your cup of tea. That’s fine, that’s why I tried to make the title as clear and concise as possible. When I start to get more descriptive with the violent stuff in later posts I’ll leave try to leave trigger warnings or something if people here think I should. I’ve heard that reddit has gotten really PC about that sort of stuff in the past few years.
In advance I am not the best at writing so bare with me.
I worked full time night shift at a hotel at the time. This meant I usually dealt with people coming back from the near by club, people who lived there, travelers and the occasional escort (which tbh there were definitely a lot more I just tried avoiding conversation lol).
On the night of this story I had just broken up with my girlfriend at the time a week prior and was still just trying to get back to regular me. Work wasn’t the best either because the shift before me wouldn’t do their job and left much of it on me and I feel my attitude that day reflected it. I was careless in how I acted and spoke with customers if there were any questions or things that had to be done.
( Inspired by a picture I saw on Deviant Art.) [Pics that inspired this story. #1](https://www.deviantart.com/ninjart1st/art/Rey-and-The-Rathtar-760069001) [#2](https://www.deviantart.com/ninjart1st/art/Rey-and-The-Rathtar-Part-2-764294925) [#3](https://www.deviantart.com/ninjart1st/art/Rey-and-The-Rathtar-Part-3-767937026)
Since I can’t seem to add tags here’s the warnings. Story contains vore, watersports and violence.
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A long tentacle slid rapidly across the wall of the brightly lit hallway. Suckers at the end of the bonelss limb were eager and wet, as they slid closer to the creatures prey. It knew it had to be careful, because this human was especially dangerous. And Rathtars always worked much better in packs. But it was hunger encarnate, a mindless eating machine. Patience wasn’t even a concept to it. And today it knew a feast was coming.
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The constant quiet drone of the hyperdrive was normally comforting to Rey. But today she was on a mission, “You pervert!,” she screamed at BB-8 as she half ran down the hallway. The android had her clothes gripped tightly in it’s mechanical claw. All she had managed to grab was the skimpy cloth wrap she liked to wear over her shirt and pants. To say it didn’t cover much was an understatement.
We were working on our stories for a class together. Mine was a time traveling dystopian romance, an unsuprising choice for a college freshman. I was snuggled in a blanket on the couch, lethargically typing a line, deleting it, and typing it again, trying desperately to brute force my way past the writer’s block I’d had for the last hour. Ben was huddled at his desk, fingers click-clacking away with vigor, like the pages of his story were already etched in his brain, and his only task was to put them to print.
I snuck a glance over at him, shoulders hunched over his laptop, his black cashmere coat and turquoise silk scarf hanging on the edge of his chair. His lanky build fit snugly into his gray wool sweater, and every so often his long, curly bangs would creep its way into his eyes, and he would impatiently sweep it to the side with his hand. As if the only thing that mattered were the words in his head, and everything else was just a nuisance to be brushed aside.
Chained and Spanked Mother,
by DiscipleN
. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . .
Chapter 7
Robert pinched the metal clamp open and pulled it off his mother’s inflamed clit. He felt no joy, but he refused to be denied by her. “I can’t fuck you when you’re flailing all over the place, Mom.”
“N-no. No, you c-can’t.” Joan whimpered, thankful for relief from that nightmare clamp.
“Are you going to resist me?”
“Please, I-I won’t, but not that. I can’t stop you. I’m begging, just begging you, to let me satisfy you any other way.”
Despite her incredible torture, Joan’s pride had managed to survive, however pitiful. Robert let go a breath of relief. Their mother would be useless if she became a mindless rag for their pleasure. His brother didn’t quite understand.
Tommy twisted the two clothespins on one of their mother’s nipples. “You stopped sucking me, Mommy.”
Joan yelped, but that once terrific pain paled, compared to her smashed clitoris. “I-I’m sorry, Tommy.” She turned her head back to her youngest son’s jutting cock and sucked it far into her throat. Her head bobbed dutifully.
This is the most recent experience my wife and I had.
Saturday night. Casey and I planned on catching up with a friend who came to town, having invited him over to our place. The house was otherwise empty with kids being at their grandparents. The hot tub was set, food made, Casey just got waxed the day before, and we warmed up by fucking twice before he got there.
Dave, for lack of a better fake name, came around noon. We sat on the sofa chatting for ages, before finally making our way to the hot tub. Seriously, I know why hot tubs were popular with swingers: they get things going better than any libation.
Dave and I get in, Casey comes into the sun completely naked, carrying ice water and a smile. I’m always into seeing her like this, skin glistening in the sun, how her pussy parts when she steps into the tub, and her nipples harden and she gets goosebumps from the hot water and cold air.
I wrote about this lovely lady in my other story [[Link]](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9lragy/burnedout_college_students_mf/). This one takes place over a year down the road.
Quick and dirty stats are as follows. She is a 6’1” slim figure woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m 6’1” in pretty good shape, dark brown hair, and blue eyes.
Somewhere around 8 months after graduating I lost my first “professional” job due to budgetary reasons. I was pissed, depressed, and lonely. I started a full time retail job soon after to pay rent. The rest of my time was spent job searching. My lady friend from college was in the same boat. We sent long emails back and forth every so often. I only saw her once since graduation. She ended up back home while see applied for work. During this time I lived outside of a large city, but still managed to get a place on a quite wooded road. One day, out of the blue, she calls me up. She had an interview not far from me and wanted to meet up beforehand. I managed to switch a days around at work, so we planned on making a day of it. She would show up the day before the interview, we would hang out and she would leave in the morning.
WARNING
THIS IS GRAPHIC MATERIAL MEANT FOR AGES 18 AND ABOVE. CONTAINS FETISHES: STRIP SEARCH, BLACKMAIL, INCEST, NON-CON, FORCED TO STRIP, FORCED EXHIBITIONISM, HUMILIATION, EMBARRASSMENT, ABUSE OF AUTHORITY. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+
ISO Writer and/or 3dcg Artist to hire on retainer. Must, at the very least, enjoy my work below. (PM me here if interested).
**Ch.1**
***Bill***
There isn’t much to my life except the plans. That’s what we call them and this isn’t our first one. My partner and I have been doing this for years. Most often we only taken advantage of the girls for a few weeks. No point in risking our day jobs when we can just find a new lady to pull over.
Mothers are our favorite. They have a lot to lose. We like to find the ones who are active in their community; social programs, girl scouts, and the like. Research is half of the game. We call it a “plan” for a reason. It’s incredible what these woman are willing to do when you threaten to upset their perfect little world. Hell — we usually don’t have to even find anything on them. Sometimes just the gossip that they went to the police station — even if it was only for questioning — is enough.
Links to previous chapters:
[Day 1 Morning](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7dbyr/chasing_anna_day_1_morning_mf_nosex_slow_start/)
[Day 1 Evening](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7nt69/chasing_anna_day_1_evening_mf_noncon_slow_start/)
[Day 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7yh3x/chasing_anna_day_2/)
[Day 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a8bh57/chasing_anna_day_3/)
# Day 4
The next morning, Anna wasn’t quite sure how to act. The night before had changed things for her. Her friend’s fingers had brought her a release that seemed to have changed something fundamentally inside her. The rising tension and fear that had been plaguing her was broken. She felt more herself than she had in weeks. But deep down, it had also awakened something else. A longing for more. She had made peace with her reaction to the near escape the day before. She could feel those lusts without losing herself. She would not give in.
“Hey,” Nickie called to her. “Day 4! Over half way through now!” Anna frowned.
“You know what else Day 4 means…” MRD had been ramping up their fertility over the past several days. They were certainly ovulating by now and if they were caught… Anna shuttered. One more reason not to get caught.
“Yeah, I know. That’s gonna suuuck! But just 9 months, right?”
“You mean 18 years.”
Just a quick update, not a full story (since I’m at work). Normally I’d want to give you guys all the juicy details, but its a busy Monday and I know you would prefer to get a short story rather than nothing.
Last night as I finished writing about Amber ([my first story about sexting with her is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a9ns9b/sexting_with_amber_my_hot_lesbian_tinder_match_ff/)), I was going so crazy that all I could think of was getting some, and I didn’t feel like waiting.
Michael (the married guy I’ve been with from Tinder) was busy with family, so I kept chatting with a few others guys on Tinder and Bumble.
Predictably, more than a few were open to coming over, and I went with Tom, and 30-year-old bartender with blond hair, a fit body, and (as he willingly showed me) a seven-inch perfectly-straight cock.
It was pretty normal to be honest. He swung by about 15 minutes after I gave him my address, and it was awkward for a few minutes until we started kissing over two beers.
I took him into my bedroom and he undressed me, then undressed himself.