The Dinner Party [Mf, Ff, exhibitionism, bondage, punishment, group]

The old mansion was decadent and the party fit the mood perfectly. Tables adorned with elegant black orchid centerpieces and elaborate hand-written place settings filled the large banquet room. Candles in pristinely polished silver candelabras twinkled everywhere, casting a soft dim light over the room. Masked guests meandered about and slipped in and out of conversational groups. Silver trays of delectable hors d’oeuvres and flutes of champagne were held aloft by beautiful women adorned only in masks, high black boots, and black leather collars. The guests gave them appreciative glances as they passed between the party goers, silently offering refreshment.

The Master, host of the party and owner of the naked attendants, stood in a dark corner overseeing the party with a watchful eye. His dark eyes glittered in the candlelight. He cut an imposing figure, six feet tall with a slim athletic build, dark hair, and an impeccable black suit. His mask was simple black satin and only served to enhance his mysterious air. He observed his servants as they moved through the banquet room in perfect silence. Each had been brought to a heightened state of arousal before the party and the small egg shaped vibrators held inside their moist slits ensured they would remain that way. Now he waited to see which of the girls would be the first to falter. Her punishment would provide the entertainment for his eager guests.

Space Explorer Crash Lands on an Unknown Planet [MF]

He wakes up. The air is thick in his lungs. He attempts to slow his breathing to resist the foggy green foreign air. He looks around the small cockpit he is currently sprawled out on the floor off and sees he has crash landed into what appears to be a farm growing some sort of alien crop. He attempts to move and quickly grabs his left arm after a strong jolt of pain rang from his elbow. He slowly tries to stretch his legs and finds he is able to. He looks around, and after a few stressful moments, finds his gun resting in front of the chair, under the control panel. He grabs it with his good arm and becomes very still. He listens intently for a moment, but only hears a small flame. His ship is on fire. He looks to the upper left side of his control panel and slams the light blue button. A panel of the windowing pops open slightly but fails to rise entirely. He waits a beat as the sound of the fire grows, then puts the gun in his left hand and slams the fire escape with his right forearm and waist. The door budges open a bit more. Smoke is beginning to billow into the ship while the green fog swirls loosely around him. He jumps up and hits it again. It pushes a bit further. He grabs the gun with his right hand and climbs through the narrow opening. He sees the entire back half of his ship is in flames. He continues crawling until his feet are free and they begin to drag in the soft soil of this newfound planet. He scrambles onto his legs and runs as fast as he can.

Eaten out for the first time this weekend [FF]

Posted this on /r/SluttyConfessions, someone said I should post it here.

I’ve only been to college a week and I’ve already done more than I’ve ever done before. I’m 18, had two boyfriends before, never slept with either of them, always been a bit…on the shy and reserved side. My new roommate is the opposite, totally out there and fun. This weekend, she asked me to go to an upperclass party with her. I was nervous, but I went. I drank a bit, not a ton, but I don’t drink much, so I was pretty buzzed. I was afraid she was gonna hook up with someone and leave me behind (she had talked about both of us finding hot guys to fuck), but she actually was super considerate, and when it was obvious that I wasn’t going to try to sleep with any of the guys there, and was still pretty uncomfortable, she didn’t leave me behind. We ended up leaving the party together only a couple hours in, and drunk walking back to our dorm.

Welcome back, Chell – Part 3 (Portal 2, spoilers)

[Link to the much tamer Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6xq9cu/welcome_back_chell_part_1_portal_2_spoilers/)

[Link to the graphic Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6y13wp/welcome_back_chell_part_2_portal_2_sequel_spoilers/)

[Trigger warning, but also spoilers for this story](/non-consensual)

Chell woke to the still-lingering feeling of bliss. She felt surprisingly warm for someone sleeping naked in a cold cold lab.

Curious, she thought. It seems GlaDOS covered her in a blanket while she was dozed off. She wondered what that meant.

Chell stretched, and let out a yawn. When was the last time she’d just had a nap like this at Aperture Science. Always testing. Always running, jumping, fighting for her life. A girl could used to being allowed to nap. Maybe for science lol, she thought.

“Oh… good. You’re up.”

“Test results… uhh, test results are in, Chell. You, umm… you are a lab certified whore,” GlaDOS stuttered.

Chell couldn’t help but notice how GlaDOS seemed a little off. What is from the last test?

GlaDOS paused and seemingly composed herself.

“I, uh, I reviewed the last test chamber’s conclusions. I have identified 8 erogenous zones and the physiological responses to them when stimulated….”

Night on The Town, Part 3 [MF] [Oral] [Lite Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 2 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6q8gwo/night_on_the_town_part_2_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Kate opened the bathroom door, revealing an elderly woman, her frown pulling the wrinkles on her face taut. The hallway was empty besides her, and beyond that the soft, jazzy music of the restaurant played undisrupted. If anyone had heard her orgasmic shout, they hadn’t reported it.

“The other bathrooms are full,” the woman said, shaking a fist, “presumably being used for their *intended* purpose. I’ve half a mind to tell management about you. I thought this was a *respectable* establishment.”

Kate and Mark filed out of the bathroom, giving the irate woman a wide berth. She shuffled into the bathroom muttering under her breath, and slammed the door with as much force as she was able.

The couple exchanged a glance, trying to bottle down their laughter. Mark straightened his tie and lead the way back to their table. He looked around the restaurant as surreptitiously as he could, but nobody seemed to realize he was there. Every table was in their own little world. They were all separate planets, orbiting each other but not quite touching. There was a sort of quiet beauty to that, he thought. In way, each couple were the most important people in the world. Nothing else mattered. He looked at his wife, took her hand. That was exactly the way he felt tonight.

Night on The Town, Part 3 [MF] [Oral] [Lite Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 2 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6q8gyb/night_on_the_town_part_2_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Kate opened the bathroom door, revealing an elderly woman, her frown pulling the wrinkles on her face taut. The hallway was empty besides her, and beyond that the soft, jazzy music of the restaurant played undisrupted. If anyone had heard her orgasmic shout, they hadn’t reported it.

“The other bathrooms are full,” the woman said, shaking a fist, “presumably being used for their *intended* purpose. I’ve half a mind to tell management about you. I thought this was a *respectable* establishment.”

Kate and Mark filed out of the bathroom, giving the irate woman a wide berth. She shuffled into the bathroom muttering under her breath, and slammed the door with as much force as she was able.

The couple exchanged a glance, trying to bottle down their laughter. Mark straightened his tie and lead the way back to their table. He looked around the restaurant as surreptitiously as he could, but nobody seemed to realize he was there. Every table was in their own little world. They were all separate planets, orbiting each other but not quite touching. There was a sort of quiet beauty to that, he thought. In way, each couple were the most important people in the world. Nothing else mattered. He looked at his wife, took her hand. That was exactly the way he felt tonight.

[Humil][chastity] Innocent naive college virgin wins a sorority’s life time virgin award. His prize isn’t what he thought it was.

I was homeschooled by my overbearing mom until college. She wasn’t religious, but she was as sheltered and naive to the world as one could get. It was never something I thought about growing up, just as a boy doesn’t know what something is, like a combustion engine, until he’s told of its existence, I didn’t know about sex. I was aware people had it, it’s how babies were made, but outside of that, I was clueless. I never thought it’d be a prominent factor in my life. Boy was I wrong.

I started college at one of the largest universities in the country. Unbeknownst to me, also the largest party school. I found this out via a sorority event believe it or not.

At the time I was unaware, but apparently during pledge week for the major sorority, the pledges are given the task of finding a virgin and bringing them to a party. Like a dinner for schmucks type situation.

[Request] A boyfriend in love gets unknowingly cuckolded by a disgusting older man who eventually even becomes his boss.

“Are you James Whiting?”

“Uh yeah, who are you?”

“My name doesn’t matter. I was paid to find you and deliver these, they’re divorce papers. I was instructed to tell you to sign them and have them to Julia by the end of week” his hand was stretched out holding a thick manilla folder.

I reached to take it. Said good bye to the man and sulked back into my apartment, collapsing in my sofa, feeling defeated.

I looked back on my relationship with Julia, thinking about where exactly things went wrong. I had always neglected to reflect, trying my best to stave off the shame and guilt. But I was always left wondering why it all went to shit. Or rather, how?

I got out my laptop and started typing it all out from the beginning. I always enjoyed writing and had always found it cathartic. So, here’s my story.

Hermione Granger and The Centaur Release [EU] [Harry Potter] [Reluctance / Drugging] [Bestiality (Humanoid)] [Gangbang]

*Originally a reply to [this prompt.](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/6xuual/wp_hermione_is_dragged_into_the_forest_by_the/)*

Hermione was dropped unceremoniously on the grass in the small clearing the centaurs carrying her had stopped in. She looked around desperately but saw nothing but thick forest all around. The centaurs were circling her slowly, contemplating.

A dark centaur with black hair and beard snorted. “Humans that dare to enter our forest must pay with their lives.”

Hermione shook but steadied her voice. “Please, we meant no harm to you..”

“Human lies!” the dark centaur roared.

“Bane, she doesn’t seem particularly dangerous.” A chestnut bodied and red haired centaur spoke.

Bane glared. “Are you so easily convinced by deceit Ronan?”

“I promise, it’s not a trick!” Hermione spoke quickly. “I have no reason to cause trouble!”

“And yet here you are, trespassing against us.” Bane retorted.

Ronan stomped his hoof. “Surely a warning would…”

Bane rounded on him. “You would let her break our laws unchecked?”

The other centaurs murmured in agreement, making Hermione’s heart sink.

“Well…. No.” Ronan looked thoughtful. “But death? What say you Magorian?” He addressed another dark haired and bodied centaur.

[MFM] A threesome, Anal sex and a little bit of racial tension

I was in a relationship with a Pakistani man for a time. He was actually Pakistani, not British Pakistani, though he didn’t have British relatives.

He was attractive, intelligent, attentive, every time we went out he would try and make sure I had a good time, he was genuinely into culture and we’d go to theater movies art galleries, but always things he’d feel I’d enjoy.

He was demanding sexually, but in a kind of mature way, he was explicit about thing, and less coy than other men I’d been with. He’d take responsibility for things as well, say for example if he wanted anal sex, he’d point blank ask me for it, rather than trying to persuade me that I really wanted to do it. Also if I did something for him sexually, he’d actually appreciate it, rather than looking at me as if I was a slut afterwards.

Anyway he was also probably the most arrogant person I’ve ever really known. Part of that was justified because he was well educated, wealthy and successful. However every time he interacted with someone, that he felt was his inferior and didn’t act like it, he could get massively aggressive. He could be quite intimidating but he wasn’t a bully with it.