Tag: Straight

The Blue Viper Files Part 5 [FF] [MFF] [BDSM] [Hypnosis] [Cuckold]

**Chapter 5: Golod**

**Ben**

“Good morning, Mistress.” Ben came into the bedroom with Madame Sasha’s breakfast on a tray. His goddess was already sitting at her desk, typing something on her laptop. Her hair was in a loose ponytail, she was wearing her thick, red, square-rimmed glasses, she had Ben’s sweatshirt on that covered her lacey green panties.

“Good morning, malen’kiy.” Ben placed the tray down next to her and moved to kiss her on the cheek. She turned and kissed him lightly, then turned back to her laptop and reached for her cup of coffee.

“Need anything else?”

“No. I’ll text you when I need the car.”

“Yes, Mistress. Love you.”

She smirked. “Love you too.”

Ben darted out of the room and went downstairs to clean the kitchen. He had to hurry to get back to work. He had a new boss who was getting suspicious of Ben disappearing several times a day. Ben’s mother could only be “sick” so many times before people got frustrated. Read more »

Young Coed Learns The Lesbian Ropes From A Milf

The summer that the kids were at camp and Ralph my husband was away at a symposium, I finally had the house to myself for a change, and my plan was to do as little as possible. I put on my most impossible string bikini, slathered myself with cocoa butter, and headed for the backyard with a trashy novel. A few birds chirped lazily in the heat. The only other thing to break the silence was the snip of hedging shears as our neighbor, Mr Raskin, worked his side of the bushes.

Now it was a bit wicked of me, but Mr Raskin has alway been a rather horny old trout, so I struck a bit of a provocative pose there on the chaise to tease him. I was surprised when a head appeared over the greenery, and it was not Mr Raskin. It was his 18-year-old daughter, Hilary, home from college.

“Oh, hello, dear,” I said, somewhat startled. “Please tell your mother that I’m almost done with her tennis-skirt pattern, and I’ll have it back to her in a day or so.”

“Mom and Dad are in the Poconos, Mrs Page,” Hilary said. “You can keep it a while.” Read more »

Man Of The House

It was the day after my eighteenth birthday. I woke up with a pounding headache. Zack, Nedry, and I had gone out last night for an evening of partying and drinking. It didn’t matter that I was only 18 – if you say it’s your birthday, most bartenders will give you a free shot anyways. And if they didn’t, there was always someone else around willing to party.

    Ma was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee when I walked in. As usual, she looked  good. At age 41, she kept herself fit and well made up. I know half my buddies would bed her in a minute. She found their attentions amusing, and often flirted with them: chucking one under the chin, shushing another by placing a long sculpted fingernail against his lips, or even leaning over the counter so they would be sure to get a good view of her ample cleavage. But she was sexy is a good way, not a trampy over-done cliché. She was vice president of some bank downtown and always looked business-like. Today she had her hair up in a severe bun on the back of her head and was wearing a wrap dress with a skirt just long enough to be seen as work-casual.  Read more »

Quaaludes, B&E, and a visitor part 1 [MF][NonFiction]

You might be getting tired of me yapping about sexy times with the wife, so I thought I would tell you a true story from my younger past. This happened in 1984 just before a certain (and greatest) drug was removed form the market. I was 18 for all intents and purposes.

I was the oldest member in a group of teens that lived in and around this apartment complex. It was a super fucked up time in my life and I honestly don’t remember much about that period. I do remember a few bright points both good and bad, this is one of them. I don’t remember her name even, we’ll call her Casey for this exercise.

It was the middle of summer, and being in the south means that you were in the pool if you had access to one. Luckily for me the apartment complex that my mother and step-father moved us into had a pool. It was always crowded with families and teens. I ran the teenage crew pretty much, I was loud, brash, and testing the new found waters of masculinity. When we weren’t in the pool or running the streets, we usually ended up hanging out at Casey’s apartment. Casey was 27 and a single mom, she was also the aunt of one of the guys in the crew, Mike. Mike and his parents lived in another apartment in the same complex; it was a few buildings over. Read more »

Mom Teaches Sex Ed to her Son’s Class – [MF][M/s][inc][incest][mom son][mommy]

All my stories are fiction and are for adults only. Some themes you may find offensive.

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Mrs. Smith followed her son’s teacher down the corridor to the classroom. They were walking quickly as the teacher, Ms. Watson did not want to leave her students unoccupied for too long. In the silent and empty corridor, Mrs. Smith’s black high heels echoed as she smiled at her son’s teacher as they walked.

Reaching the classroom, Ms. Watson entered the room and beckoned her students to stop talking and listen. The room quickly fell silent as the boys in the class couldn’t keep their eyes off their new Sex Ed teacher. Kevin, Mrs. Smith’s son, who sat by the window, was staring out into the sky. He saw what his Mom was wearing and considering the type of class she was here to deliver, he anticipated much abuse from his friends. Read more »

Learning to Share – Part 1 [Girlfriend sharing]

This is my first requested story, so feedback is appreciated!

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Liz felt incredibly frustrated at herself as she dashed across the parking lot from her car to her boyfriend’s apartment complex. Her boss had told her weeks ago about the seasonal reports that were mandatory for her department. He had sent emails, posted reminders, and nagged her to death and she somehow still forgot them. They had to be submitted by 12:00 AM Saturday- which was today.

As Liz pressed the elevator call button repeatedly she checked her phone.

*11:38, I can still make it!* *All I have to do is send the email and it’ll be fine!*

The assignment had simply slipped her mind until a few hours ago, luckily she had it completed and loaded to a thumb drive, she just needed to submit it and she was safe. The only problem being that she had left her laptop at work on Friday. “I’m so stupid! Why did I wait this long?” Liz muttered as she stepped into the thankfully empty elevator, selecting the correct floor. Read more »

I want to fuck my Coworker: UPDATE!!!

OG story/link: [https://www.reddit.com/user/Nikita_UnTamed/comments/meb6lw/slutty_confession_i_want_to_fuck_my_coworker/](https://www.reddit.com/user/Nikita_UnTamed/comments/meb6lw/slutty_confession_i_want_to_fuck_my_coworker/)
OH MY GAWD!!!
Okay. . . so. . . first things first. I gave him my PornHub . . . like holy shit. I wrote it down on a sticky note with shaking hands and I set it in front of him. He had given work his new number and I jokingly said I was going to put it in my phone when he said I should my heart jumped.

This was the second night of like, heavy flirting and I . . .for some fuckin reason decided to put on my ‘sex playlist’ the one I use specifically for gettin it on. That very much distracted me and made it difficult to focus when he walked by. I touched him a few more times that night. As I passed I let my hand linger on his back, he responded positively so I kept doing it. Eventually my hand moved from his back to his hip and he lurched forward. It was exhilarating when he straight up told him I gave him a boner. As soon as he said that I lost it and it was much worse the rest of the night. I was alive with radiant sexual energy, it was pulsing through me. A few times we were alone and I started gushing and blushing so hard it burned. He followed me to a place with no cameras and I backed up into the corner and straight up told him that he should not have followed me there because I was so turned on. . .he. . . of course slapped my ass and I turned into a puddle! Well the night ended eventually and he went home with a family member, which sucked because I was so fucking ready to finally touch him for real. Read more »

My girlfriend is teaching my son about sex [MFM]…

My son (19) has been eying my girlfriend (41) for basically his entire life.

It used to be a big joke when he was very young. He (Jake) met her (Courtney) when he was four, she was twenty-six, and I was a somewhat scandalous thirty-five seriously dating someone nine years younger just two years after my divorce. He took to Courtney instantly even if my ex-wife (Jake’s mother) did not. Jake’s always been a sweet, affable kid and Courtney – who has no biological children of her own – adored him at once. All the stereotypical jokes in the world have been made about him “stealing her” from me due, perhaps in part, to the age discrepancy or perhaps just because they get along so damn well.

Having partial custody of Jake, Courtney and I got him on weekends and we had a lot of fun growing up taking trips, playing in the park, encouraging him to pursue his interests (and oftentimes learning them along with him), and so on. She’d help him with his homework once it started to stump me (I’ve always been weak at math), she’d play video and then PC games with him later into the night than I could bear to with my rigid work schedule versus her self-paced job, and in general she was like a second mom to him. In fact, Jake sometimes slipped up an called her “mom,” which always brought a huge smile to her face. Read more »

Chinese cookies : Touchless hatefuck in the mall [MF]

>Hello everyone! And many thanks to everyone who sent me all kinds of messages! This is a story of one of my favourite times with Ling, parts of it were redacted for storytelling purposes, but the essence is here anyway. Hope you will enjoy!

This story takes place a little while after my previous one ended. Ling and I have been seeing each other now and then. We were both very busy, but her work was much more stressful than mine and she would would often need a lot of time by herself to rest. Ling worked in finance, for a big local bank. It was close to be her dream job, except the position she landed wasn’t as high up in the hierarchy as she would have wanted. That, and the fact that one of her colleague was a massive bitch. She probably had a common, if not pretty, Chinese name but always introduced herself as Jennifer, which is neither rare nor pretty. Born and raised in one of Shanghai’s most recent district, she left to study finance in the United-States before going back home. She joined the company a week before Ling and got the post she wanted thanks to her american experience. One time, when she got drunk, Ling said Jennifer only got there because she was good at stealing corporate secrets and sucking dick. When I asked her if there was any truth in that, she gave me her worst shit-eating grin before replying that only half was true, but that I wouldn’t get to know which half it was. Read more »

Yes, we did get caught (Part 5) [Str8][mf][Inc]

Within a day or two, my fate was fixed; seemingly Mom and Dad had simply made up their minds, without further consulting me, that Chrissy and I would be attending prom as a couple. Mom and Chrissy were planning to go shopping for a dress that weekend. On Friday morning I gave in to the inevitable and went to the table near the school entrance to buy a pair of prom tickets. It wasn’t as simple as I’d imagined. There was a permission slip, which surprised me – I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had to get my parents to sign something for school. Worse, there was a “guest form” that had to be filled out if your date wasn’t from the school. That posed a problem: I couldn’t very well put Chrissy’s full name on the form, especially as our family name was fairly distinctive. Furthermore, the form had to be signed by the non-student’s parents. I took the forms home and consulted Mom, pointing out that I didn’t really want anyone at school knowing that Chrissy was my sister. Mom laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it.” She filled in: “Attendee’s name: Chrissy Baboulis.” Baboulis was Mom’s maiden name. Then she signed the form, again using her maiden name, dated it, and handed it back. “Problem solved.” Dad signed my form, using our family name, and wrote a check for the two tickets. He commented: “I’m glad you’re doing this, son. You’ll have a lot of fun. We’ll head down to Jock’s soon to fit you for a tux, OK?” Jock’s was a formal wear company in town. The packet I’d picked up at school had an advertisement for tux rental from a place that, I guess, the school hand contracted with for a discount in exchange for advertising, but Dad was adamant: “No, we’ll definitely go to Jock’s. He’ll take care of you.” Dad owned various fancy outfits; it went along with being a musician, I guess. “Renting a tux is silly, anyway. We can buy something that looks really good on you for not that much more, and you’ll be able to use it all your life. You’re pretty much done growing, I hope — or I won’t be able to afford to feed you anymore.” That was another tired old joke of his. Read more »