Part 1 is on my profile. I know this isn’t as wild as other stuff on here but please be nice :)
Tag: Straight
Clementina, Part XXII [extreme, sf/horror/fantasy, monster, tentacles, transgender, anal, lactation, TTTTFFF]
WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR/MODIFICATIONS, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE.
Happy Horny Holidays, Clementina is back!
If you are new to this story, I suggest going back and reading the earlier parts or you will be confused.
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. Please heed all warnings!
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.
This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.
This part begins Chapter 5, and begins immediately after Part XXI ends.
I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them. And if you have been paying attention, more than one reader suggestion has made its way into the story..
Clementina, Part XXII
Obedient Chapter 2: Getting Off Easy (femdom)(humiliation)(mind control)
I peeked out the window at every opportunity waiting for Sophie’s arrival. I had run out of obvious things to clean hours ago. Every floor in the house had been vacuumed and every surface dusted. The bathroom and kitchen were both spotless. I had long since fluffed every pillow and lit candles in the bedroom. By the time 2 AM rolled around, I was reduced to straightening the glasses and mugs in the cabinets so they all lined up perfectly. Hopefully, Sophie would be home soon. I felt like I had cleaned enough that she would take pity on me and let me get some sleep.
The reason I was meticulously cleaning our house late into the night was simply because Sophie had told me to. My wife has the ability to bend everyone around her to her will. If she tells you to do something, you have no choice but to do it. So when she told me before she left that I had to strip naked except for a pair of her dirty panties and spend the night cleaning every inch of our home until she returned, that’s exactly what I did. She was punishing me for stepping out of line, but I knew I was getting off easy. Sophie could do much worse if she were really pissed off.
She [F] Annoyed Me So Much That I [M] Had to Fingerfuck Her Brains Out
Few years ago, around this very magical Christmas time.
**Sleigh bell sound effect…**
I got straight fucked up.
After a 5-year relationship ended the worst way possible, I became a shell of a man who weakly shot down his friends’ many attempts at helping him rebound. No I hate strip clubs. Yeah she’s hot. Whatever. I wasn’t feeling wanted or worthy. I was in a bad, bitter place. Some of these girls I’ve hazily met before somewhere, and as pretty and sweet as they were, my low self-esteem became a chastity belt.
The farthest I went was taking out my friend’s cousin because she’s the one who approached me herself. Well, via IG message. And seeing her profile pic jolted my libido—her carefree blond hair waving at the windy beach while she covered her shy smile next to a friend… It was cute. And she had one where she posed in a skimpy Sky Blue bikini that struggled to curtain all of her, and you had this feeling that someone told her to ‘look hot’ and she felt embarrassed showing off her obviously built hips and slim stomach.
Miss Reed and the Professor
The hour was getting late on a Friday afternoon, and he was getting progressively perturbed. The office floor was practically deserted, pleasantly so one should think. But of course, this one idiot of a professor had to cram in all the student feedback into one week, making it impossible to get a break or an ounce of clarity in his mind. “Okay, just one more and I can go home” he muttered to himself. He had let the students book their own appointments for these little feedback sessions, based on available timeslots in an online spreadsheet. He did not expect anyone to actually book the 18.30 slot on Friday, who would be antisocial enough to do that to themselves? Then he looked up the name… and instantly got a bad feeling about this.
[F][Oral][Fictional] The Last Passenger Home
(Hey there! This is a fictional story and my attempt at a light-hearted and fun approach to meeting an old friend! It’s a bit silly in places but was a lot of fun to write! Hope you enjoy it and I am always happy to hear any feedback you may have. Enjoy!)
Cucked by girlfriend PT.1 [MF]
Context- So my misses is this cute innocent looking busty 5ft nothing blonde, we have amazing sex but nothing out of the ordinary. I’ve always been into anal and eating ass and almost always eat her ass before sex which tends to give her crazy orgasms but never once been allowed to put it in her ass, which has never bothered me so much because I’ve always wanted her to enjoy it as much as me. I always try and bring up buttplugs with her as they are a massive turn on to me but she just laughs it off…
The last three months I’ve been obsessed with cuckold porn and whenever I’m having sex with her I can only cum when I’m getting head and visualising her getting fucked from behind by a BBC, it just does something for me the thought of her enjoying being so filled. I’d never once discussed this with her as I really couldn’t see her being into it one bit at all. Anyway about a month ago she’d pre-booked a hotel for a night in the city for the weekend just gone, which I thought was strange as she usually leaves it for me to sort out but didn’t think much more of the matter.
Late night flight…
Imagine sitting next to a handsome man and having the most interesting and engaging conversation. He’s kind and funny, witty and charming and such a gentleman when he hands you a blanket to spread over your lap since you’re a little chilly. Racy talk and innuendo find their way into your conversation and you know that he sees that flash of desire in your eyes.
You find yourself wanting him to touch you and welcoming the familiar tingly warmth spreading between your legs…
You press your leg against his and feel your heart quicken when he lightly places his hand on your leg as he makes a point and makes you laugh….again
Those hands of his….big and strong, they had seen hard work, yet they were deft and nimble and well kept. She lost focus on his words for a moment and found herself wondering what kind of magic those hands could produce…
“Anna….Anna!” his voice saying her name startled her back to reality and she stammered her way back into their chat. They made their way from music to movies to her favorite, the beach. She saw a twinkle in his eye when he told her how beautiful she must be in a bikini….
Late night flight…
Imagine sitting next to a handsome man and having the most interesting and engaging conversation. He’s kind and funny, witty and charming and such a gentleman when he hands you a blanket to spread over your lap since you’re a little chilly. Racy talk and innuendo find their way into your conversation and you know that he sees that flash of desire in your eyes.
You find yourself wanting him to touch you and welcoming the familiar tingly warmth spreading between your legs…
You press your leg against his and feel your heart quicken when he lightly places his hand on your leg as he makes a point and makes you laugh….again
Those hands of his….big and strong, they had seen hard work, yet they were deft and nimble and well kept. She lost focus on his words for a moment and found herself wondering what kind of magic those hands could produce…
“Anna….Anna!” his voice saying her name startled her back to reality and she stammered her way back into their chat. They made their way from music to movies to her favorite, the beach. She saw a twinkle in his eye when he told her how beautiful she must be in a bikini….
The time my office colleague and I stayed late at work [MF]
This recollection is *not* about a student. It’s about one of my colleagues. I know people like to hear about my experiences with students, but this was something that blew my mind. It happened just this past weekend and I’ve been thinking about it so much that I needed to write it out ASAP. Maybe people will like it.
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So, one thing that sucks about universities is that there is a ton of administrative work to be done. There’s so much that we hire people specifically for these tasks, and we generally refer to them as “office staff”. These people are underpaid and overworked. They make very little money compared to professors and they do so much work. Seriously, they do *everything* in our department. Want to reserve a conference room? Staff handles that. Need to purchase a new item for your research lab? Staff handles that. Want to allocate some of YOUR OWN RESEARCH FUNDS to pay a student, travel to a conference, etc.? Staff handles that. They are the hidden engine behind every university academic department.