Bad Decisions: Part One 21+ [M41/F36] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Big Ass]

Chapter One: Living in The Past

I looked into his eyes as he pushed deeper into me. My legs were high on his shoulders as he looked down at me and fucked me hard. I love watching his steel blue eyes as he fucked me.

“Harder,” I said as his thick cock slammed into me repeatedly.

I felt his balls slapping against me as he fucked me as if his life depended on it.

“Harder, Jacob!” I said as I looked up at him.

“You have to get up,” Jacob said as he smiled down at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Your alarm is going off,” Jacob said to me.

I sprung up as my dream faded and the reality of the divorce sunk in. I looked over at the alarm and turned it off.

Jacob and I had been divorced for over two years, but I still had the recurring dream of our last time in this bed.

“Fuck,” I said as I sprang out of bed and started to get ready for the day.

I used my vibrator in the waiting room [F]

I know this is a lot different from what I (F26) typically post, but I have to get blood work done before school starts in 3 weeks (to test antibody levels for different vaccines). I figured why not use my vibrator while I wait. So I walked into the waiting room, turned on my vibrator (it’s super small and compact. I’ve seen pills almost as big as this thing) and put it on my clit and crossed my legs to both hide the vibrator, hold it in place and muffle the sound. I sat there and managed to keep a straight face until the lady called me back. I leaned forward and in doing so, quickly reached down to turn my vibrator off without anyone noticing and I slipped it into my pocket.

Love Pill – Part 9 (2/2)

[1/2](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/wgun0z/love_pill_part_9_12/)

**Chapter 9**

**Part 2**

I knew I was in for a long night when Ava stepped out of her room wearing a midnight halter neck crop top.

It should be categorized as a bra because only her boobs were covered; the rest of her upper body was pretty much on full display. Matched with ripped denim shorts and finished with three inch high heels, I knew there was no way I could concentrate on tonight.

Lucia raised a brow at our skimpily dressed sister but said nothing. She led the way out, keys jingling. When her back was turned, my little sister closed her eyes and puckered her lips at me, as if she wanted a kiss.

I frowned. Ava smirked, then breezed past me, but not before giving my cock a quick, subtle squeeze, making me flinch.

I wanted to be mad at her. She was playing with fire with Lucia around. She knew it. But no matter how much Ava grounded on my nerves, my brain kept handing her free passes because not only was I in love with my little sister, I was utterly hooked on her, desperately addicted to pink hair and blue eyes.

Love Pill – Part 9 (1/2)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tc9pfj/love_pill_part_1/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tcz36r/love_pill_part_2/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/u5q4vk/love_pill_part_3/)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/ukykd8/love_pill_part_4/)

[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/v04w7j/love_pill_part_5/)

[Part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/vbt2av/love_pill_chapter_6/)

[Part 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/vp12no/love_pill_part_7/)

[Part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/w5f4ag/love_pill_part_8_12/)

**Chapter 9**

**Part 1**

This was pure fucking torture.

I groaned in agony, staring up at the ceiling of the theater hall.

Holy shit. I was so fucking horny. I had tried to hide my erection as best I could, but with how stiff I was, the best solution I could craft was to hold my backpack close to my stomach, shielding my embarrassment.

I knew there was no point in trying to get it down. When Ava dominated my thoughts, nothing could divert my attention. Not until I fucked her.

I was late to class because I was held up in the bathroom stall, trying to get all my sexual frustrations out by browsing Ava’s Instagram, focusing on her more revealing photos.

But no matter how hard and fast I pumped myself, my efforts weren’t enough. Once I felt Ava’s touch, my body could only respond to her, as if I was under some kind of demented spell.

After Happy Hour, Part 3 [BDSM] [Fdom] [kidnap] [torture] [real] [oc] [F40/F34/F36]

Jessica’s head was completely spinning. On one hand, she had just experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life; but on the other she had just given up every free moment she had – it was a lot to take in. Meanwhile, someone who she had hired to work for her a year earlier was currently using her mouth to clean her vagina, and the one responsible for making her feel like she’d never felt before. And all of this didn’t take into account the fact that she’d just agreed to be a slave to a woman dressed in black leather who had tasered her to unconsciousness just a few hours earlier.

“Just one minute left slut,” Mistress Michelle’s voice cut through the room. “One minute to make her cum the same way again or you will face the consequences of failure.”

Leah thrust her cock inside harder and faster, but the fact that Jessica’s head was everywhere else was no help at all to the situation. She finally noticed her eyes start to roll a bit and her lower lip between her teeth.

Your Wife’s Diary [F37/M47] [BDSM] [Slice of Life]

Dear diary,

I woke up this morning at 5 a.m. as usual. I put the dogs out, relieved myself, washed my hands, then made his coffee. Three scoops, purified water not the distilled. I took out the dinner that I had made last night and packaged some leftovers. He really loves my casseroles. I put them in his lunch bag, along with a note. It reads:

“To my love, I hope your day goes well. I will be waiting when you get home.”

I put the bag back in the fridge and let the dogs in. I went to his closet, grabbed the ironing board, and set it up. I grab the iron and the spray bottle and set them on the board. I plug in the iron. I reach into his closet and I take out his suit. Dry cleaned. But his shirt is a little wrinkled. I lay it on the board and take the iron to it. And just a few moments later, his shirt is crisp and white. I hang them all up, and wait for the clock to change.

My Favorite Realtor part 12 [M33/F30] [penetration, solo, fiction]

As I waited for Jennifer to get out of the shower, I thought about joining her. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go again so soon after finishing on her, but just watching her wash herself off would have been nice. As I thought about it, my phone went off and I received a text from Kayli.

K: “So, how’s it going? You fucked her all over your house already?”

T: “Going great. Once on the couch, once in the kitchen. Made her cum a few times. She’s in the shower now.”

K: “In the shower? I thought she would be home by now.”

T: “Nope, she told her husband she would be home tomorrow, so she’s mine all night.”

K: “Hell. Yes. I’m jealous. But, we did have our fun last night. What else do you have planned for her?”

T: “Yes, we did. I’m thinking of making her play with herself for a bit. Then, see how long we can stay up for.”

K: “Send me pictures! And videos! We sent her some last night, tell her to return the favor.”

T: “Will do.”

[TF/TG] Consequences of Impatience

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While being single sucked, Charlie had always taken solace in the fact that he never had to spend his weekends following around some woman holding her shopping. He never had to sit for hours only to be nagged at to hurry up and pay for overpriced dresses. Or at least, that was the idea. The universe was a cruel and unusual place sometimes so here he was, wasting a perfectly good summer day being dragged from shop to shop, all because he was the unfortunate soul who had Nina for a sister. At twenty-six, he was far too old to be bullied into driving her around town while her car was in the shop and yet, here he was.

“Pull up here.” She ordered, “I need to go to the library.”

“The library?” He balked, “You do know the internet exists right? It’s not the 90’s anymore.”

“Some things can only be found in books.” Nina smiled as they pulled up, “You can wait here. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

My [35M] First Tinder Experience [MF]

So it wasn’t anything instant. I was on Tinder for a long time before anything happened. I would joke sometimes that I have an on-again-off-again relationship with Tinder. To be honest, I really didn’t think I had it in me to actually go for it, but as it tends to be the case.. one thing leads to another and there I am driving my married cock into another woman.

What’s ironic is that my first experience was with a single mom who discovered her partner was cheating on her – hence, the single motherhood. At first when we matched, she was kind of antagonist about me being married – yeah I put it on my Tinder bio just to avoid the hassle for having to explain in chat then receive a myriad of verbal offense. She wasn’t really verbally offensive though, I guess she was in the “Why the hell are you doing this?” kind of attitude. In short she asked her questions, I answered them and after a lengthy back and forth that spanned several days we kind of ended up getting along.

S.O.L. Games Level 2: “Web Design” 1/2 (teachers and 18yo senior women abducted for sex games on remote island replica of their school. kinda ‘choose your own adventure’) [mf][nc][rape][Mdom][sadism]

**Don’t start at this chapter! See the comments below for the reading order!**

*Pronounced ‘soul’ games. Teachers and high school seniors abducted and forced into extreme sex games on a remote island replica of their school. Episodic stories inspired by the anime “Euphoria”, the book “Battle Royal”, the show “Squid Games”, etc.*

*In this one, I choose my crush, a mean plump goth girl. The choice is driven by the hope that an experienced slut can handle the situation better than others, but I also want to break the unbreakable girl who always thought herself out of my league.*

DISCLAIMERS

I’m just trying to help with these disclaimers! I don’t want to spring things on anyone. My writing includes very dark themes and is SUPPOSED to be gross and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to write! You SHOULD feel icky reading it, which is why I consider it HORROR! I try to creep myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted VILLAIN. I do not condone any of the things I write about!

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.