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Knight of Desire – Part 5, The Wicked’s Requite [Futa on Futa] [Dark] [Rape] [Enslavement] [Degradation] [Paralysis] [Face Fuck] [Creampie]

Plot Summary: Sienna goes out at night to search for the catacomb’s entrance so that she can finally retrieve the Flame of Desire, a powerful artifact of her demonic mistress. On the way she encounters some guards raping a poor girl and decides to intervene. Using her magic she incapacitates them, kills one of them, and decides to take the other as her new pet. Sienna rapes, degrades, and enslaves the guard, and then takes her along to the catacombs.

Sienna character reference: [https://www.reddit.com/user/thunderwheat/comments/ujzqgk/updated_art_for_my_futanari_oc_sienna/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/user/thunderwheat/comments/ujzqgk/updated_art_for_my_futanari_oc_sienna/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Above Average Content Warning: This part is pretty dark, containing rape, enslavement, extreme degradation, and someone getting executed (not snuff, don’t worry.) I just wanted to put it out there that while Sienna is the protagonist, she is not necessarily a good person. As always, I do not condone any real non-consensual acts, so be warned and enjoy!

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[MF] Hell and Postage

You know that brief moment after you hear your finger slide across the edge of paper or cardboard? You know the sound it makes; like a *hiss*?. You pull your hand back, maybe inhale, stare your digit, and wait for the burn.

You hope you got away with it. It does happen.

Then the burn comes.

The burn comes and you bleed.

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The engine is running.

I watch your skirt sway as you turn away from the blue postal box.

You left with something. You came back with nothing.

You pull the door closed. I don’t feel the car rock.

I don’t even hear the *thud*.

*Click*.

After a moment your seat belt allows me a quick sobering thought.

That’s it. There is no going back.

I look over and I watch you look straight through the windshield. I’m not sure if this is registering.

I watch your chest lift and fall. I watch you purse your lips on every exhale. I see your pulse move beneath the plain black choker around your neck.

It is. Read more »

It Started With D&D (f/f)(Domination)(Bondage)(Commission)

It started with a game of D&D, which was a fancy way of saying that it did not, in fact, start with D&D. Dungeons and Dragons might have made her aware of it, but it had actually started long before that However, this realisation would come later. Initially, at least, Amanda thought that it started with a game of D&D.

She’d been playing D&D since she turned eighteen. She’d loved fantasy for as long as she could remember, so when her best friend Heather offered her a place in a game, she was in like a shot.

Their current campaign had been running for almost a year now. There were four of them, three players plus Heather, the GM. Amanda, a punk girl called Stacy and a slab of muscle and benevolence known as Dave.

Things came to a head late one session, they’d been dungeon diving and had finally defeated a high level enemy who had been dogging them for most of the campaign.

“You search the old tomb,” Heather had said from her patented GM chair of power. “The bodies that once rested here are long gone, but many of their burial goods remain. They are piled in a great heap on the floor before you. Some of it may be magical.” Read more »

My boyfriend, the virgin part 2: How a HJ-FWB grew into a boyfriend or how he got quicker

Since I broke things off at the first date, I thought things would end there. Apparently Tim had different ideas. He kept starting conversations with me, both online and offline, and I kept responding. For a while I thought I had inadvertently friendzoned him. To be honest, it didn’t mind me that much as I liked his attention and I had been clear enough on my intention.

Our more sexual late night conversations continued as well. He kept praising my looks and handjob skills which flattered me. I didn’t see any of the shyness of that first date anymore and we actually got a bit flirty. When he praised the handjob he got again I told him that he didn’t had any comparison material, to which he reacted that I was the one who could change that. “Well, it would still be two handjobs from the same person. I can’t imagine it would make much of a difference.” – “You know I have no experience at all, I only know your hand. But I can’t imagine needing anything more.”. I know that was a cheesy and slimy line, but still it did something to me. It flattered me, but even more so I think it gave me reassurance. That I would be enough, even with my vaginismus. I hadn’t had a virgin in a while and I guess his lack of experience had the advantage of making everything I did being the best he ever had. Read more »

[F] 18 & a blowjob addict

back in april i was at a hotel with my friends after a night out. i had been messaging this guy for awhile and we decided to meet up at the hotel. my friends had a seperate room on a different floor and him and i got our own room on another floor. it started off all innocent since it was our first time meeting. we cuddled on the bed and talked kissed a little here and there but nothing over the top. eventually we started making out and i got on top just kinda grinding on him while we made out. i trailed off down his neck and gave him a hickey.

he then stuck his finger in my mouth and watched me suck on it (HUGE TURN ON!!!!!) at this point i was wet and he was hard. i asked him if he wanted me to suck his dick and he said yes. i then confessed that i had never sucked dick before and he said he would guide me. Read more »

[MMF] The first time I sucked a cock to satisfy my bi-curiousity turned into the best pussy I’ve ever tasted! (Part 3)

Part One:

[M] The first time I had a cock in my mouth to satisfy some bi-curiousity from gonewildstories

Part two:

[MMF] the first time I sucked a cock (pt 2) from gonewildstories

There the three of us were: Sherry, Gary and myself, staring at each other from opposite ends of the room. I had just re-entered, finding a very sexy Sherry laying sprawled naked on the bed. She looked incredible, very Helen-esque lying with her hair up, arms behind her head, making her lush full tits perk up. She was pale white, with long legs, a neatly trimmed bush like Gary’s, except trimmed to a perfect triangle above her mound. She had a tattoo of a hot air balloon on her upper thigh I knew nothing about, though I had seen her arm art, and caught glimpses of her lower back tattoo before when she was my boss previously. Her tits looked fantastic, and I took a moment to appreciate their unleashed beauty. Her nipples were a pale brown, perfectly circular and very pointy! She was curvy in all the right places, striking the perfect balance between tone and curves through her ass, waist and chest. Read more »

Best Friend’s Girl: Part Three [MF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Huge Ass]

Chris sat on the floor, just outside the door of his new job. He flicked the cigarette he had just finished into the far corner of the parking lot, took a deep breath, and went back inside. The mailroom was as busy as he had left it.

“Finally, back from your break, huh?” his boss shouted. The moment he came back inside, Chris hated him. He wanted to punch the small fat man in the face every day.

“Nope, just came in to make sure you had not eaten everybody,” Chris whispered.

“What was that wise ass?” the boss said.

Chris nearly repeated it, but he decided not to. Martin had put his reputation on the line to get Chris this job, and Chris needed it to pay his bills.

“Nothing,” Chris muttered.

“Good. Now take load twenty, up to the legal department,” he said, pointing to one of the large carts.

“What?” Chris said.

He looked over at the large cart with the number twenty written on the side. The cart was filled with mail bags, ranging from small to extra-large.

“My time is up at five. It will take me until seven to get through all that,” Chris said. Read more »

[M]y Wife’s Best [F]riend [Long]

Skip to the line if you’re boring and don’t care about backstory.

I’ve been married for 5 years. We have one kid, she’s under 1 year old. At our wedding her best friend was obviously our Maid of Honor, and as far as looks go? She was 2nd only to my wife (obviously) that day.

She reminds me of Taylor Swift. We’ve always been friendly and comfortable with each other, but nothing further than passing conversation with each other. We don’t hangout without my wife around basically (she’s not my friend after all). This story takes place a couple months ago when we visited her for the weekend.

We arrived Friday night. I suppose I should give a description of her? Well like I said, she reminds me of Taylor Swift. She’s Tall. Taller than me, but that doesn’t bother me at all. She’s blonde with very long hair, a big turn on for me. For photo reference think 2017-2020 Taylor Swift. Top tier legs, T H I C C thighs, full ass, 34C tits (I was lucky enough to see some of her bras), and obviously very confident in herself with an attitude to match. My wife knows I have a thing for TSwift, so it’s not a stretch to think she knows I think her friend is gorgeous too. She’s not the jealous type either if you know what I mean. Read more »

A lesbian gets groped (and then some) during a nap by a group of guys- she kinda likes it: [MMMMf] [Dubcon] [CNC] [assault] [anal] [sleep] [groping]

What a bitch.

That was the sentiment playing in Angela’s head as she went up to the pool deck on the roof of her condo building. She had just run into the President of the Homeowner’s association- Karen, because of course that was her name- in the elevator. Karen was much too reserved (repressed?) to show any direct disdain for Angela and her “lifestyle”, but did an excellent job getting her point across nonetheless. It started with an up and down assessment of Angela’s outfit; Karen’s prying eyes taking in every inch of her five-foot-something frame, stopping to linger at the ample cleavage spilling from her black and white bikini top. A distinct “tsk” escaped Karen’s pursed lips before she plastered on the fakest of smiles. “Angela, dear, how are you?” she sang, the very picture of propriety in her shapeless pantsuit. “I’m fine, Karen, how are you?” Angela replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the charade. Angela knew how to play the game- pretending she didn’t know about Karen’s plight to block their condo application, not to mention her subsequent attempts to turn neighbours against them- all because she didn’t approve of their “lifestyle”-if she only knew. Luckily Angela and her partner Liane were likeable people, and the neighbours (along with everyone else on the planet) could see through Karen’s nonsense. Two of those neighbours, in fact, had become regular play partners in Angela and Liane’s open relationship- she wondered what Karen would think about that. Angela bit her tongue as Karen prattled on about who knows what, willing the elevator to speed up. At long last Karen got off on her floor, not before grasping Angela’s hand in some sort of white woman handshake. Angela wondered what Karen would say if she knew that Angela’s hand was inside her partner a couple of hours ago- and she hadn’t washed it. Read more »