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Dominated by Strangers, #1–3

 

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I was sick of the gentle, timid men I met on dating apps. I became determined: I would find a stranger who knew how to give it to me hard and rough. Who would hold me down and spread me open and use me up. Someone who would call me names and dominate me completely.

So what if it wouldn’t last a lifetime? All I needed was one night.

Or so I thought…

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“Fuck me harder,” I begged as the guy perched on top of me gingerly pushed his cock inside of me.

He picked up speed a little, but didn’t get any more aggressive with his pounding.

“Harder. Pound me. Make me your slut.” I wiggled my hips, trying to incite him to really get into it, to use my body hard and rough.

He leaned over, his body pressing into mine, but his cock kept doing the same thing it had been doing, pushing gently in and out of my wet pussy. I spread my legs wide, hoping he’d dive in deeper.

“Hold me down and fuck me,” I groaned. “Please.” I offered up my hands over my head, crossed at the wrist, to make it as easy as possible for him to push them into the bed.

Instead, he put one hand on my shoulder, applying the lightest of pressure. “Like this?” he asked tentatively.

I sighed. “I’m not going to break!” I told him. “Squeeze my tits.” I hated giving all these directions—I wanted to be the one getting directed, not the one doing the directing.

He moved his hand onto my breast and stroked it with an open palm. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

I tried not to roll my eyes in frustration. Some women would’ve loved hearing that. Not me. I wanted to be held down, tied up, forced to suck cock, then spread open and fucked hard.

And it was clear this man was not the one to do it.

I rolled him off of me. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think this is working,” I said.

“Did I do something wrong?” He looked genuinely shocked.

“With the right woman, it would’ve been magical,” I assured him. “It’s just not what I need.”

We’d met online, and while he’d seemed nice enough in his profile, I had known the moment we’d met for dinner that he was too timid for me. You never could quite tell from someone’s profile what they’d be like in person, and I had just about had it with online dating.

After he left, I collapsed onto my bed and masturbated furiously. I imagined someone big and strong pinning me down to the bed, helpless, and fucking me with his thick cock. I’d try to move and he’d only tighten his grip, holding me in place, his knees pressing into my thighs to keep them open to him. He’d plunge into my waiting pussy like a man dying of thirst into a pool of water, rough and ragged like he just couldn’t wait a moment longer to devour me.

I pushed two fingers inside of myself, fucking myself roughly with my own hand, imagining him slapping my body, manhandling me, putting me into the positions he wanted without waiting for my approval. And then plunging into me, over and over, with his thick, meaty rod, until it exploded inside of me. And I’d explode right along with him.

“You’re such a dirty little slut,” he’d tell me. “You love it when I hold you down and fuck you, don’t you?”

And I’d nod and gasp out, still panting from the orgasm, “Yes. I love it. I’m your slut.”

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Tied Down and Taken Hard, #3 (Bondage, MFM, fertile, cheating husband, forbidden, CMNF)

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May loves getting tied up and used hard by her twin’s husband, Joe, but this time it seems they’re going to get caught for sure. She’s still restrained, exposed, and dripping in his home office when Amy comes home. If Joe can’t keep his wife distracted, they’ll both be out on the street.

But May can’t untie herself. She’s going to need help…maybe from a sexy neighbor who wouldn’t mind dominating her naked body first, while he stays clothed. It’s so wrong and so risky, but there’s just no pulling out until May’s been filled up and glazed by both men.

Warning! This short story contains explicit, rough MFM threesome sex, and contains language and imagery that some readers may find offensive.

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My twin sister’s husband had just pulled his cock out of my tight hole as we heard her call out in the still house, “Joe? May? Are you here?”

My heart was pounding. I thought, This is it.

Amy was about to catch me fucking her husband.

I pulled at the ropes tying me to Joe’s office chair once again, though I knew already that they wouldn’t budge. My breasts bounced as I struggled, but nothing gave.

When we’d heard Amy’s voice, Joe had quickly tucked his softening cock back inside his pants and zipped up. Now he jumped toward the door, racing out to meet Amy in the front hallway before she could wander back to Joe’s home office to find us.

Because if she’d walked in on us, all would be lost.

Normally I would’ve been able to deny it. If I’d just been naked, I could’ve said, “Oh, I was just changing clothes.” After all, I’d been sleeping in Joe’s office since moving in with Amy and Joe at the beginning of the week. Whether my twin, who knew my “lying” face like it was her own — because it was — would believe me was a different story, but the point was I could try.

But this…There was no explaining away the position I was currently in. Joe had tied me down to his office chair with rope, completely naked, my knees pulled up so that my pussy was open and exposed, the first thing you’d see when you walked into the room. Worse yet, my pussy was dripping with Joe’s cum, stretched out and obviously used. He’d also wrapped the rope over my neck, securing me tightly to the chair, my hands tied behind me.

There was no explaining this. There was no way to pretend this was all a misunderstanding.

Out in the hall, I heard Joe greet his wife, only a hint of anxiety in his voice. “Amy! You’re home early.”

“No, I’m not,” she said, sounding confused, and I struggled against the rope again, testing it for weakness. Again, it was pointless — after all, I’d been tied here for the past eight hours already while Amy had been at work. Clearly Joe was an expert with the rope, given that he knew how to tie it tight enough that I couldn’t get free, but not so tight that it would hurt me.

I wondered briefly who he’d learned to do that with. Obviously not his wife.

“What’s going on?” my sister’s voice asked. “You look flushed.”

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Tied Down and Taken Hard, #2 (Bondage, fertile, cheating husband, forbidden, CMNF)

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She’s desperate to get dominated again.

It’s been days since May was tied up naked and in a compromising position by a forbidden man — her twin’s husband — and she’s craving more. But Amy’s keeping close tabs on May while she’s unemployed and under her roof, and Amy’s husband is scared of getting caught cheating.

If she wants to get used hard, May will have to be very, very good, not letting her eyes stray from the want ads while Joe takes control of her body. But if she breaks his rules, he’ll take it all away in an instant. He’ll keep her tied to his office chair all day if he has to, withholding pleasure and refusing to fill her up, unprotected the way she craves.

This 4,900-word short is for adults only! It contains explicit, rough oral and penetrative BDSM sex.

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It was hard not to think about Joe’s firm cock inside of me while I strained against the rope he’d used to tie me down to the bed. In the days after I let my twin sister’s husband dominate and fuck me, it was practically all I could think about.

I remembered the way he’d teased me, keeping me there tied up with my pussy open and exposed to him, but refusing to touch me like I wanted. How he’d left me for hours in that position while he ignored me and worked at his computer, taking breaks every so often to slap my breasts or force-feed me his cock…before that glorious moment when he’d finally pushed inside of me and fucked me hard.

I remembered how I’d moaned around the ball gag, arched my back to push him deeper into my unprotected pussy, pulled on the rope and found that it wouldn’t give.

I wanted nothing more than to have that experience again, and from the moment Joe exploded his hot cum inside of me, I knew I would do whatever it took to get it.

Unfortunately, my sister was hounding me about getting a job, and I knew I couldn’t stay in Joe’s office on the pullout couch forever. During the day, I went out, dropping off resumes and speaking with hiring managers. In the evening, I had dinner with Amy and Joe as though nothing had happened. At night, I slept on the bed where I’d so recently been held captive, and I touched myself frantically thinking about the experience, reliving it in my mind.

After a few days, I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d started sleeping naked in hopes that Joe would catch me and be so turned on he’d want to overpower me and take me again, but after that first day he ignored me, coming into the office in the morning and starting work without even bothering to wake me up.

I didn’t know what he was thinking. I didn’t know whether he felt guilty for cheating, but I was determined to make it happen again.

“Hi Joe,” I said one morning, stretching as he came into the room while I lay in bed, my eyes just starting to adjust to the light. I saw him glance at my stretching body, taking in my long, bare leg that poked out from under the covers, my breasts pressing up against the fabric in mounds.

“Hi, May,” he said, and sat down at the computer with his back to me. “Going out job searching?”

If my sister didn’t ask me in detail about how I’d spent each day, I would’ve delayed a couple of hours and tried to work my way into Joe’s pants again, but I knew she’d call me lazy if I told her I didn’t leave the house until 10 or 11 in the morning. And she could always tell when I was lying.

I hesitated, then got out of bed like I did each morning and stood naked in Joe’s office. But this time, instead of rooting around in my suitcase for something to wear, I went to stand beside Joe, so close he couldn’t ignore me, so close that I could feel the heat coming off his body.

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Preview: Tied Down and Taken Hard, #1 (Bondage, fertile, cheating husband, forbidden, CMNF)

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She needs to be used.
May’s husband never knew how to play rough with her, so she left him to find someone who will. Turns out, that person may be closer than she thinks….She moves in with Amy, the one person who looks just like her but couldn’t be more different. But Amy’s husband is not too happy about having his home office used as May’s sleeping quarters.

May is distracting, and she can’t even pay rent. So he offers a deal: He’ll force her to be quiet and still by tying her up to the bed, spread open and naked with a gag in her mouth, and dominate her however he wants when he takes breaks from working. It seems like the perfect arrangement: May will get used hard like she’s always wanted, and Joe will get to take a woman who looks like his wife in ways Amy would never allow — and then fill her up unprotected.

This 5,700-word story contains explicit oral and penetrative BDSM sex and is intended only for those 18 and older.

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I left my husband last week, but I’m not all that broken up about it. He never knew how to fuck me right anyway.

Oh, I know, sex is not the most important thing in marriage. But when you’ve spent the last seven years getting fucked by someone so timid you can hardly tell he’s inside of you, it starts to take on added importance.

By the end, I was dreaming of getting fucked hard. I was dreaming of getting tied down and having a hard cock shoved into my tight, juicy cunt, being forced to suck and fuck like some kind of sex slave. And it just got to be too much — I knew I had to go out and find what I needed.

But first, I had to leave my husband and take up temporary residence with my twin sister.

Little did I know that in that very first step, I would find exactly what I was looking for.

“So what are you going to do?” Amy asked me the day I arrived, leaning back against her immaculate kitchen counter. Although we were identical twins, our personalities were nothing alike. I was impulsive, while she thought everything through in excruciating detail. I loved to have fun, while she preferred planning for the future. I’d always let my true colors fly, while she wanted to present a positive face to the world. We didn’t see each other often because every time we did, we seemed to end up in some stupid argument. Now, though, I wasn’t sure where else to turn.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” I said, frustrated already. “I only just left. That’s why I’m here — I need time to just think and make a plan.”

“May, this is serious. Are you looking for jobs?” she persisted. “Are you trained in any sort of professional skills?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Again,” I said, trying to stay patient, “I’m just at the very beginning of thinking about all of this. It’s only been half a day.” The part I didn’t say was that I’d been thinking about sex more than — that in the hours since I’d left Rob, I’d thought about getting a job exactly zero times, and thought about finding the first new man to cram my cunt full of his hard cock almost endlessly.

You could tell just by looking that Amy and I were polar opposites. We both had the same DD-cup breasts, the same thin waist and curvy hips, the same round ass, but what we chose to do with those features was very different.

Amy wore button-up shirts seven days a week that hid her breasts under loose fabric and left not even a hint of cleavage on view at the top. I preferred tank tops or scoop-neck tees that were tight enough to show off every bit of my curves. She wore jeans or long skirts, while I chose skirts that ended at mid-thigh and high heels to elongate my legs further.

I knew what we had, and I was proud of it. Why my identical twin thought so differently about our assets was a mystery to me.

But I knew that Amy didn’t approve of my choices — everything from the way I dressed myself to the fact that I’d spent the last seven years as an unemployed housewife, to the fact that I’d left Rob over sexual incompatibility.

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