Rough days lead to rough nights [MF]

There is nothing wrong with a little love making every now and then. But sometimes, you both just need to let out the stress.

Normally when one of us has a long day a little oral goes a long way. But tonight, we needed more than that. And when I laid down and she went a little deeper than usual, I knew tonight was going to be a night to remember. I slowly placed my hands on the back of head and started to push towards her throat a little harder. As I felt the spit slowly slide from my shaft down to my balls, my animal side kicked in. I pressed her head further and further down my shaft as I slowly started to push my groin towards her face as well. Before I knew it my cock was well into her throat. I continued on until she finally pressed her hands into my thigh, my cock sliding out of her mouth along with more spit than I could have imagined. I’ve actually never seen her look sexier. Out of breath, fire in her eyes, with drool and precum just stringing down her chin.

From passion to pain [m][f] (agegap) (bdsm)

“I still can’t believe this is real and happening to me.” I muttered aloud, in the solitude of my bathroom. “This doesn’t happen to guys like me… I’m not rich and famous, how…?” Despite being together for weeks, everyday seemed almost like a dream. Somehow, at 31 years of age, I had managed to attract the interest and attention of an 18 year old. My relationship with Ally began as more and more relationships seem to start in the 21st century- the internet. Somehow, we had gone from flirting to staying up half the night talking about everything and even nothing. In a few short weeks we had gone from internet strangers to… lovers? No, that’s not the right word. Or is it? It’s so hard to tell nowadays. Whatever label you do or do not want to place on our relationship, it was unexpected and, honestly, pretty beautiful. I looked in the mirror, still trying to determine how we had gotten here. At six feet tall and 210 pounds, i wasn’t exactly an Adonis or anything. My job being physically demanding meant I wasn’t “fat” but, I always wanted to lose 10 or 15 pounds. Apparently, though, that made me “cuddly.” A smile crept across my face as I recalled Ally’s description of me. The mirror returned my smile and I shook my head. Of course, the disarming smile – that had to be it. I was blessed with a straight, decent looking smile, despite never having worn braces. My face, similarly had the gift of a pleasant symmetry and balanced structure, framed by light brown hair and punctuated with deep, brown eyes .In spite of these facts, I’ve never enjoyed being photographed. I rubbed my beard, bringing myself back to reality and out of my thoughts. I padded the couple of feet from the sink to the toilet, dropping my shorts as I stopped in front of the porcelain seat. After lifing the lid, my dick was released from my boxers and the morning hard on was relieved, my bladder thankful for the release. I’m not going to say that I have the biggest member of all time, but I’ve never had complaints. In fact, I’ve been told it’s a good looking cock by all the women who’ve witnessed it erect. I couldn’t even begin to understand what that means, I’m just glad they never felt the need to call it hideous. Putting my penis back into its cloth prison, I closed the lid, flushed and padded back to the sink to wash my hands.  Time for breakfast, then – time to shop.

After work happy hour leads to my first [MFM] threesome with a traveling nurse

Let’s rewind the clock to the beginning of March, 2021. While my actual work was slowed way down, I had a day in the OR during the first week of March, and then had another in the second week of March. That in an of itself was unusual for me, but it worked with other plans I had. When I had gone in the prior week, one of the scrub nurses with whom I worked was a travel nurse (we had a number of staffing issues in our city, and travel nurses could make good money by going that route).

We only worked with one patient together, but my takeaway from that couple hours was that she was talented and experienced for her age, but perhaps more important to GWS, she had amazingly beautiful eyes. We were both masked the entirety of our time together, so other than a general sense of her figure, I had nothing to go off of. She was about 5’4”, and had a slim figure, at least from what I could tell. Her eyes though, my god, the closest I could say is Ana De Armas (to the point that when I watched No Time to Die, other than Ana having darker hair, they were *very* similar).

Clementina, Part XXIX [GORE, extreme, sf/horror/fantasy, monsters, non-consensual, transgender, anal, lactation, TFFF, incest (m/s)]

WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE. MUCH OF THIS STUFF IS BIOLOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE.

EXTRA WARNING: THIS EPISODE HAS EXTREME GORE IN THE FORM OF SLOW IMPALEMENT.

As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed and sad. Please heed all warnings!

If you’re the kind of person who ignores warnings and regrets it later, have this: r/eyebleach

There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders, ‘cause, after all, ain’t that the point?

This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

This part continues chapter 6. This part begins immediately after Part XXVIII ends.
The Clementina story line is approaching its logical climax. There will probably only be a few more episodes before we wrap this thing up.

Sex Slave Mommy Chapter 01 – Caught My Slut Mum Cheating

It’s hard to find an apartment to rent in London. Especially if you’re a student.

I was lucky to have friends who had set me up with a place that was within my budget.

It was a small one bedroom apartment, and it had barely enough space to store everything I needed for my studies.

I’m a graphics design student, who was currently balancing a masters degree as well as side modules as a photographer and also currently working as an all-round gopher at a Design firm.

Then there’s the weekend freelance work digitally touching up photos.

Why was I doing all this?

Networking, for my career, all sorts of reasons really. The big bad world now has evolved and if I wanted to make it in my industry, I needed the foresight to know what skills I needed. That made me busy as fuck. But it will pay off… I hoped.

The downside of living in a cramped apartment was that I had very little space to store all my equipment. Luckily Mom and Dad lived a couple of hours away in Reading. I barely had time to see them lately but I try to whenever I can.

I Accidentally Turned My Mother Into A Sex Robot [M/F, Incest – Mom/Son, Mind Control/Hypnosis Drugging, Sexual Enslavement] Book 1

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic mind control fiction with elements of coerced sexual activity; all characters are 18+

**I ACCIDENTALLY TURNED MY MOTHER INTO A SEX ROBOT, Book 1:**

“Alex, what the hell are these?”

I’ve only just come through the front door when I hear my mom’s panicked voice trickle down the hall.

*Oh fuck*, my mind whirs, realizing three things all at once: my mom is in my room, she’s found something she doesn’t like, and that something could be any number of things.

The hardcore MILF porn, perhaps, or those weed laced cigarettes my best friend, Billy, gave me last summer. Maybe she’d found the love letters I wrote, but never sent, to my older cousin Sarah (forgive a boy for going through puberty while his mom made his total smokeshow of a cousin babysit him, for God’s sake!).

I slink down the hall, nervously pulling the straps of my backpack tighter around me, and peek into my bedroom. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Cleaning,” my softspoken mother says with tears in her eyes. “Are you on drugs?”

The curious incident during the Spirit Squad practice session [18MF+] [accidental sex]

Helen, high school senior, on the cusp of graduation, and the Templeton High School Spirit Squad Captain, surveys her team. Six squad members plus herself, none cool enough to be cheerleaders, musical enough for marching band, or coordinated enough for field sports. But they are here, they are eager, and they are her team. And that is what matters.

“You’ve done good,” she says, pacing before them, “Waving flags and carrying banners and dancing.” They are in uniform, form-fitting leotard body suits, black with blue stripes and white stars. “We are a small team, but we are mighty, and the school sees that.” She stops, turns, heads the opposite direction.

“Which is why,” she continues, “We have been given the special opportunity to lead school spirit at next week’s assembly.” She lets that sink in, hears the murmurs of excitement. “I know!” she grins, eyes sparkling, “Us! Not the Cheerleaders or the Pep team or the Band. Spirit Squad!”

“So what are we going to do?” says Mia, her best friend since second grade and unofficial Spirit Squad second in command, “They’ve already seen our ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’ routine, and that’s the best we’ve got!” Mia is a quiet girl, a redhead, who always earns straight A’s.

30 [M] unintentionally blackmailed my boss for deployment blowjobs 28 [F]

Continuing the series of long forgotten army stories

Deployment #2 Afg Im on a small base living in some shit housing units with PA in the room to the left and my nurse in the room to the right. My PA is a gorgeous right out of college fit little white girl with sleeves and dark hair.

Halfway through the rotation she met a guy on some app and he would visit from across base and rail her out. Crazy noises came out of that room like this guy would go straight pounding for 20min no breaks and sounded like he had a monster cock. This went on for a while and I would usually jerk off to it.

My nurse ended up leaving early and one of the LTCs moved in next to me. There were rumors that she was fucking someone in a unit that this LTC hated. He was a fucking douche and I did everything I could to undermine him which ended up getting him moved out of the unit. Anyway he kept asking me who she was fucking and I kept avoiding him or saying I didn’t know.

Just Friends [MF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Facial] [Oral Sex]

“You guys have to try and work it out,” Drake said as he stared at me on our lunch break. “I can’t have this going on.”

“I have no idea, what’s going on,” I shrugged.

“Work it out, soon!” Drake said, slightly annoyed.

“This weekend, then?” I asked.

“Sure,” Drake said as he walked away from me.

I shook my head, I had no idea why his girlfriend was annoyed with me or had started to ignore me, but I took it as a hint and started ignoring her and avoiding them.

Drake was my work buddy, sure, we hung out sometimes outside of work, but mostly we spent a lot of time together at work mainly because we lived in the same area. We always rode together when it was time to travel out of town or the state.

His girlfriend Bailey was just like me, a workout hog. That’s how I met her, not through him, but at the gym. We went to the same gym and were there twice a day. One day, when some guy was hitting on her, I pretended to be her guy, and she went along with it, and we started talking and exchanging numbers.

[MF] Receiving End of A Revenge Blow-Job

Emily was pissed off.

In the three years that we had worked together, I had never seen her in this state. I had seen her stressed, frustrated and annoyed. But nothing like this, positively trembling with anger and scanning the restaurant as if she was assessing which of the objects nearest her would be most satisfying to destroy.

We were traveling together on a business trip to meet with a few potential clients in a neighboring state. The trip, so far, had gone mostly without incident; us both managing to secure a handful of new commitments before meeting up to recap the day over a pleasant meal at the hotel restaurant. Then a text came in to her phone and I saw her expression change from joy, to confusion, and then to pure fury.

When I started at the company, I had been immediately attracted to Emily with her sleek brunette hair, dark eyes and runner’s body. But I had shortly learned about her long-standing boyfriend and – though I still nursed a slight crush – I had never tried to bring our relationship beyond a middle-ground between professional kindness and platonic friendship.