Reign of the Vulvani [MF] [NC] [anal] [fantasy] [Fdom]

***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

Aristan should have enjoyed the tall, voluptuous goddess riding his cock with such furor. He should have been entranced by the flutter of her eyelashes, the trembling of her full red lips, the waiving of her shoulder-length straight black hair, the patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair over her pussy mound. He should have been mesmerized by the bouncing of her heavy round tits, the lithe motion of her hourglass figure, the perspiration dripping down her deeply tanned skin, the curling of her toes as she orgasmed around his erection.

But he felt nothing. His dick was hard, made so by the magical gold cock ring clasped snugly around the base of his member, but his libido was nonexistent. Such had been the case for every man in the annals of recorded history.

Aristan was a manservant, a slave, of the Vulvani. He needed no reminding, but the black metal collar around his neck would have done so. His was a matriarchal society in which men were considered little more than livestock, purposed for labor and breeding. That was it.

Blackmailed. Part 6 [F-Dom, Humi, Blkml]

Part 6

Off we trot. Walking in and heading straight for the lingerie section. Which is surprising large.

She tells me to grab a basket on our way.

She starts to pick out some thongs, lacy french knickers, high waisted ones. They’re all frilly, pink, red, some black but all very feminine. Over to the bras, she picks out more in the size we had been advised and she threw some extra stockings in for good measure.

The basket is getting quite full. I’ve no idea how much it will come to. Or where on earth I’m going to put it all.

As if on queue. “Don’t worry dear, you’ll keep most of them at mine. We’d best get you some everyday ones too” she chuckles.

I have momentary sense of panic as a helpful staff member makes her way over to use. She’s in her 50s at least, although still very attractive.

“May I help at all”

“Possibly. My husband here likes to wear lingerie. Perhaps more than I do. He hasn’t quite got the figure for it. What would you recommend? Something sexy ideally” she laughs.

Randal the Nice Guy – Part 2

Preface: Sorry, still no full on sex. We’re getting there though. I promise. It will be worth the ride.

Part 2

Chloe lived about 45 minutes from Randal and Lorelei’s house. She lived in a nice two story home surrounded by trees at the end of a cul-de-sac. The suburban area had sprung up when a farmer started selling off his land several years back. Since Randal and Lorelei lived on the edge of town there weren’t any gas stains between the two homes and Randal needed to fill up before heading out that way. Making a quick stop in town Randal pulled into the brightly lot gas station.

While filling up the tank a pickup truck with three men in it pulled in and stopped two pumps over. The men were very loud and obnoxious. It was clear that they too were either finishing up or in the middle of a night of drinking. Randal didn’t think anything of it until his passenger side door opened and Chloe stepped out of the car.

“I need to run in and use the restroom.” She announced. 

Randal the Nice Guy

Preface: This part of the story does not contain sex. (Please don’t send me hate mail about it.) This is my first post on here. I’m currently working on a longer story and this is the opening. I just wanted to drop this and see what people think. All constructive feedback is welcome. Thanks for reading.

Lorelei and her best friend, Chloe, went out drinking late one night. They arrived home after drinking a bit more than usual. They were both so drunk that they barely made it through the front door on their feet. Randal, Lorelei’s husband of 15 years, was sitting on the couch in the living room just down the entryway from the front door. He paused his show and turned his head as he took in quite a show. Brand’s spaghetti strap evening gown was barely being held up by a single strap giving him a wonderful view of the valley between his wife’s large breasts. Chloe had a tube top and a mini skirt that was riding up so far he was sure he was going to know what color her panties were any minute now. They were both stumbling their way through the entryway using the walls to hold them up.

Kali – Part 3

Features violence including sexual violence

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This thought seemed to short circuit his brain. He woke up sometime later, covered in a sticky substance, his ass sore and burning but he was no longer restrained. She had moved onto other things. He sat up and ran his hand down his chest, grimacing at the malodorous fluid that webbed his fingers when he held up his hand.

A muffled sound caught his attention. She was sitting within the centre of a circle of men now; around eight in number. His theory that she was the Hindu goddess Kali was confirmed by the fact she appeared to have sprouted multiple arms and was now a pale blue colour. Each hand she used to either masturbate the men or fist them analy. Sometimes alternately and occasionally simultaneously. She would dig her long talons into their ball sacs, breathe fire onto their chests, removing hair and blackening nipples. Her hands were a blur of motion. Her face crazed and hungry. The men’s faces contorted in expressions that were mainly symbolic of agony but now and then when she wished to provide a contrast, she would let them cum before ramping up the torture levels again.

A date went off the script [FM]

I’ve had people ask me if I’ve ever hooked up with someone other than my date on a first date, and well, the answer is a resounding

OH HELL YEAH

…and some of these hook ups gave me the most amazing memories.

The one that stood out –

Was meeting a tinder date at a bar one time, with intention of having sex after (of course). But it turned out that his online persona was more interesting than him IRL… I was almost literally bored to tears listening to him talk, and he wouldn’t stop. I was close to smacking me head into the table – when I spotted this tasty hunk of a man making eyes at me from a table that was behind my date. So as date kept droning on, we were making small signals at each other – a wink here, a nod there, slight smirk…

After a few minutes of that, I excused myself to go to the lady’s…and signaled to Mr Hunk. He was with a group of mates, and I’m pretty sure they knew what was going to happen just from the looks the gave him. He followed at a distance.

[Mind Control] The Spiral Spa

I looked up at the white stone building with trepidation. The Sea Swirl, generic name aside, had gotten rave reviews from the other women in my office.

“You’ll be more relaxed than you have ever been!” Amy had insisted, shoving a pamphlet with the address circled into my hands, “And it’s totally private, just you and your treatments so you wont have any um…incidents.”

I’d been desperate to try spa treatments for years now but mother nature had given me a certain, issue in that area. While other woman bemoaned their small chests; God had blessed me with a full one, so full in fact that it was just as much a factor in my back pain as my stiff office chair. I won’t lie, it has its benefits but it makes going into a sauna or laying down on a massage table somewhat…awkward. Not just physically either. I couldn’t blame people for staring, straight or not it was hard not to stare at a woman whose chest was constantly bursting out of regular shirts, let alone a thin spa towel.

Late Night at Dance – An Adult Themed ballet fantasy (MF)

Frustration rolls through me, I’ve been here for hours. My body is aching and I know there is no end in sight. Deciding to take a break, slowly I walk over to my phone and switch off the music tormenting me, finding instead a new favorite.

Sighing, I stand at the bar, hoping that a little stretching will help. Rolling my neck I close my eyes and let the first throaty notes work through me.

Slowly I drag my pointe shoe up the back of my calf and thigh, letting it come to rest gently on the bar next to me. Leaning over I rest my forehead on my shin listening to the music, aching as I remember last night.

You had been rough, needing me to submit willingly, as you gripped my breasts…pinching the nipple till it stood on end begging for more. Showing you what my mouth refused to say. What I felt unworthy of telling you I needed.

Almost as if you had stepped from my mind I feel you slide a hand around my waist. Your scent is intoxicating.

“Its almost 2am, shouldn’t you be sliding down my bar?”

[MF]A weekend in NYC with a slut. Cocks and more cocks.

Being from NYC, I always enjoy visiting and seeing all my boytoys and of course, meeting new men through reddit, especially from RAOBJ. My plans were to see 5 men, but my plans quickly changed.
It started seeing an old FWB in Forrest Hill, and he surprised me with his friend that had a huge thick cock. I spent the night fucking my fwb and sucking his friends cock into the morning. I was full of cum, and I very much enjoyed that. I did take a small video, thinking back wish I took more of him fucking me and his friend watching and vice verse.
I took an uber to another boytoy in Williamsburg, we smoked and watching LOTR while I sucked his cock until he came in my mouth and grabbed my face asking for his cum back in his mouth. Was the hottest thing ever. Finished LOTR while waiting for his guy that wanted to suck my tits but would take me to my hotel.
Stayed at Hotel 50 Bowery in Chinatown and already had a cock down my throat within the next hour. I def recorded his married cock fucking my face, getting rewarded with his yummy cum. Relaxed a bit, went shopping with a friend and ate some pho before heading back to my hotel. I met with another old fwb and brought him up to my hotel. Sucked his cock until we talked about adding another cock. I went straight to sc and asked who was in the area, within 15 minutes there was a guy coming. It was his first time and my fwb just sat back and recorded me sucking him off until he was hard and comfortable getting sucked off right next to my fwb.
That lasted a few minutes until my fwb wanted to cum right on my face, and he left The new guy quickly got hard, sucked him but he wasn’t close so he asked if he could fuck me which I bent over and he fucked me until he came. He actually came back the next morning and got his cock sucked before he went to work.
It was around 5pm, when this guy ive been wanting to meet for a good year. His cock was the thickest Ive ever had so I was preparing myself with a dildo before he textd that he was downstairs. He showered and went straight for eating my pussy out, slowly fingering me before making me cum and squirt all over his face that I gladly helped licked up, licking down his body to his rock hard cock. I could barely get his cock down my throat, but I was determined and was able to swallow him and enjoyed the challenge. He fingered me as I sucked his cock, we were changing positions alot where I ended up on the edge of the bed with his cock between my tits before fucking my face. He was close to cumming so I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock until he came such a huge load down my face.
He went back to eating my pussy out until I ready for more of his cock. He wanted to record by the window, which really turned out to be a great video. He came on pretty quick on my face. 2 hours went by and he was still going, I lost time of how many times I came but he was on 4. He was finally ready to fuck my pussy, backstory we talked about how I like being fucked which he happily obliged and went right to choking me and telling me that I was such a good slut, asking me to tell him who else I fucked and sucked off that day.
He kept stopping as he didn’t want to cum fast, his cock felt so good and missionary was great but when he turned me off and had my ass in the air, his cock curved up so I came so quick and again when he started to rail me hard. Pulling my hair back hard, kissing me until he came but he was still hard so I sucked his cock but he didn’t have anything else to cum. He showered and left.
I ended the night with fucking myself with my dildo and sucking off this college kid showing off on OF live and Omegle. I passed out around 2am. I came back to NYC a few months later and almost double the number of men I saw this trip.

[Scat, Femdom, M/F] Breaking Reality Ch. 3

Thank you so much for your comments about the series. I pretend to make this a recurring series, and to slowly introduce some more extreme shit eating elements on this story. It will become a more humiliating and extreme femdom journey as Jarden becomes more and more submissive to Bia’s bottom.

PART 8: THE DEAL

I waited until the next day without eating anything in order to go to Bia’s home. She insisted that it would be better if I was very hungry before, and I couldn’t agree less.

I was scrolling through Instagram waiting for the time we agreed to meet up, which was 4pm. I really had a cold feeling when I saw her new Instagram feed picture. She was wearing a really short dress, and took the photo on front of her mirror, in the bedroom.