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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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The Babysitter’s First Time, #3

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When I became a live-in babysitter, I never thought I’d end up here…spread open on the living room rug while my married boss takes control of my body for pay. I definitely never expected that his wife would catch us in the act.

But most of all, I never expected her reaction.

My most dangerous risk, my most intimate moment…led to my most intense, toe-curling, heart-pounding pleasure.

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I couldn’t get out of bed the next morning. I just lay there and thought about the previous afternoon, when Joel and I had had the house all to ourselves and he had taken my virginity in his own marital bed. I remembered the way he’d gotten me nice and wet, licking me and sucking my clit and making me beg for his cock, before finally pushing it inside of me, popping me open, and fucking me raw.

God, it had felt so good. So primal, animal. I’d felt like my entire body had been reduced to a gaping wet hole and two breasts, all for him. Now, lying in bed with only a thin wall separating my bedroom from where he probably still lay in bed with his wife, I reached a tentative hand down to my pussy. Wet again. I was insatiable these days. My pussy felt sore and stretched, but it made me smile in satisfaction. I no longer had the thin skin protecting my opening. Now I was truly open for business—from Joel, from my own hungry fingers, from the college guys I’d soon meet. It felt like a whole new world was opening up to me.

In the next room, I heard the low murmur of voices. Joel and Dana hadn’t had sex the night before, as they had so many of the other nights this past week that I’d been staying with them as their live-in babysitter. I knew because I’d heard them every time they had. Instead, last night, I had heard Dana’s giggles, then Joel’s voice telling her he was too tired, not in the mood.

Because of me, I knew.

Now, I heard her ask sleepily, “What time is it?”

“Nine o’clock,” came Joel’s lower tone. Hearing his voice made electricity shoot through my body, straight into my clit.

“I can’t believe Alice hasn’t come to wake us up yet,” Dana said.

“She’s off her game,” he agreed.

It was true: Joel and Dana’s four-year-old daughter was not good at patience, and almost every morning I’d been there she’d woken them up before their weekday alarms had at 6:45.

I was glad it was Sunday. Sundays meant my duties with Alice were light, a shared load with Joel and Dana, unlike on the weekdays while they were at work. Today I was free to spend most of the day daydreaming, remembering, wondering when I’d get Joel’s cock again.

A memory flashed onto my closed eyelids like watching a video: Joel, on top of me on his bed, his body pressing into mine, his cock positioned at the opening to my pussy. The moment when he’d popped me open. He’d hesitated, pushed, waited for me to confirm I wanted him to keep going, and then he’d pushed again and popped through, breaking my hymen and penetrating me in a single breathtaking moment….

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The Babysitter’s First Time, #2

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I can’t stop thinking about my married boss pushing into my mouth and down my throat…and I want more. He’s offered to pay me lots of money to pop me open for the first time and use me hard, and I need the money. It’s so wrong, so why can’t I stop thinking about it?

His wife is leaving for the afternoon. If he rubs my tight slit, I’m not sure I can resist….

And I’m not sure I want to.

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All week, I thought about Joel licking my wet pussy, about the way he had pushed his cock into my mouth and given me my very first taste of come. I was hornier than I’d ever been that week—rather than extinguishing my desire, the orgasm he’d given me only made me want more.

I wanted him to shove his cock inside of me, pop open my virgin pussy, pound me. I wanted to feel him stretching me open around his huge rod, wanted him to make me his.

Every time I ate a meal at Joel and Dana’s kitchen table, I remembered him hoisting me up there, staring at my exposed pink slit. My heart beat faster just being in that room.

Joel, of course, acted as though nothing had happened. He addressed me politely and professionally, though every once in a while I caught a glimpse of something dark and lustful in his eyes when his wife’s back was turned. And Dana, I knew, suspected nothing.

At night, I heard them fucking from the next room three other times, as I had my first night in their house. They made no effort to disguise their moans and grunts and sighs of pleasure, and I no longer felt bad about touching myself along with their rhythm. It became a near-nightly ritual, and I was disappointed when I didn’t hear them.

But I longed for it to be me that Joel spread out on that bed and thrust inside of. Since our first session, he hadn’t again mentioned wanting to fuck me, to take my virginity. I hadn’t dared bring it up, even when we were alone. I hoped I had been good enough for him, that he had enjoyed feeding me his cock.

Because I sure as fuck loved taking it. I almost didn’t want to admit to him how much I had liked it. If he knew, maybe he would no longer want to pay me for my services. But the secret truth was, as much as I needed the money, I had loved playing with Joel’s cock, loved having him rub it up and down the valley between my lubricated breasts. The truth was, I would’ve fucked him for free.

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Preview: Slave to the Boss, #2 (Rough play, exhibitionism, fertile, CMNF, dominant man)

 

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She’ll do whatever it takes to please her new boss.

The firm is trying to land new clients—and Angelie is the bait. Though she’s still sore from her boss using her hard the night before, she’s happy to bend over and take it from her boss’s potential client too, a strong, sexy man who makes her hot and wet right away. It’s the middle of the work day and who knows how many people could see her through the wide-open window, but being exposed and humiliated is all part of the fun.

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Remembering the feel of the glass window pressed up against my breasts as my new boss’s cock plunged in and out of me, I took a deep breath and entered the revolving door into the office building.

The lobby wasn’t nearly as busy as it had been when I’d arrived the previous evening to see Peter, but a few people were milling about. I shot them nervous glances, as though they could possibly know what I was here to do.

But of course, there was no way they knew. Even if they’d caught a glimpse of me fucking my new boss the night before, naked body on display against the window for all to see, there was no way they could tell from so far away that it was me.

Now that I thought about it, in fact, the idea that someone in this lobby might’ve seen me having sex gave me a secret thrill. My pussy pulsed as I made my way toward the elevators. A security guard glanced at me. Had he seen? A woman getting off the elevator brushed past me. Had she seen? A couple of businessmen looked up as I walked by, their conversation about stock prices not slowing. Had they watched me together from the street as they’d left the office the day before, tired after a long day’s work but ready to stick around once they’d realized what was going on?

The elevator chimed its arrival, and I stepped on, alone. The doors shut again and I was enclosed in this steel box with mirrors on every side. I could see myself in the pristine reflection going on for twenty or thirty Angelies before I disappeared into infinity. With one finger, I reached over and put a thumbprint on one mirrored wall where my pussy was, then two fingerprints over my breasts, and smiled.

It took such a long time to get all the way up to the floor Millman Enterprises was on, the thirty-third. I’d worn a skirt today, expecting that Peter might want easy access to my body, and now I reached up under the skirt, pushed my thong aside, and felt my warm opening. I was already wet. Just the thought of yesterday had started up my engine, and the idea of what might be still to come today kept it going.

Just as I began to push a finger inside of myself, the elevator chimed. I quickly pulled my finger back and smoothed my skirt with the dry hand as the doors opened and a man in his thirties with wavy light brown hair entered. He wore a perfectly tailored suit and was stunningly attractive, and between that and the way he carried himself, I thought he looked wealthy and important. He gave me a sly smile, and I wondered if he smelled sex. But I just smiled back.…

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Preview: Slave to the Boss, #1 (Rough play, exhibitionism, fertile, CMNF, dominant older man)

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Throbbing, I had to resist the urge to spread my legs in hopes of him reaching his hand between them. “So what exactly does this job entail?” I asked.

“We’ll get to that,” he said. “For now, I need to know that you understand how to take orders.”

By day, she looks for work. By night, she looks for hot men to stretch her wide and pump into her—preferably while pressed bare against the floor-to-ceiling window in her apartment. Angelie loves being watched, being used, and being spread open.

But Angelie’s world changes when she gets an unusual job offer. The position is unclear, but the boss, a sexy married man twice her age, makes her wet and hot. What exactly does this man want from her? Is the job for real, or does the boss just want to strip her bare and use her hard?

One thing is certain: Angelie is going to find out, no matter what it takes—or who might see her exposed young body being manhandled.

This is a hardcore 7,400-word short intended only for ages 18 and up.

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I was twenty-one and had just graduated from college when I realized that real life was rough.

Sex, on the other hand, was easy. It was my only escape some days from the drudgery of daily life, and so I sought it out regularly. From as many guys as possible. As many ways, as many positions, as many fetishes. I wanted to experience it all.

“What are you thinking about?” the guy pumping into my tight pussy asked one night. I think his name was Sean.

I looked up at him. The soft light of my bedroom outlined his body, and I loved the contours of his muscles, just visible in the dark.

Embarrassed, I admitted, “I was thinking that I wish I could do this for a living.”

“Do what, fuck?” he asked, laughing at me.

“Yeah,” I said, totally serious, then turned coy. “I mean, I’m good at it, right?”

“Sure you are,” he groaned, thrusting deeper still. My thighs were pinned down by his own, larger thighs, my body dwarfed by his mass. It felt good to be taken roughly and made to feel so small next to this muscular beast.

He thought it was just sexy talk, but I meant it. If I could get paid to fuck, I wouldn’t be out there every day, handing out my resume at random office buildings around town, taking on temp work in interchangeable white-walled buildings for interchangeable tall, white men. Getting paid about half what I really needed to live well, and that only if I really hustled.

I hated the hustle. I felt like I was selling out every single time I walked into an office and asked the receptionist to speak to the hiring manager. Inevitably, he or she would tell me the manager was busy. I’d learned a few tricks to get around this, but most of the time I still ended up leaving my resume at the front desk and hoping the manager would call.

Sure, I could’ve submitted applications online, but I was hungry. I needed a real job and I knew the best way to get one was to make personal connections. I needed to look managers in the eye, smile at them, get them to really see me and listen to me. Make myself memorable.

And it wouldn’t hurt if they happened to catch a glance at my cleavage as I leaned over to hand them my resume. The middle-aged men who usually did the hiring at these downtown offices in tall glass towers usually responded well to that. They’d been married too long and craved someone new. Or maybe they were married to their jobs and just took what they could get.

Like I did. I would’ve happily fucked any of them who asked, if it meant I got the job. I didn’t care. I wanted it that badly. And okay, my pussy ached constantly to get used, so it’s not like it would’ve been all sacrifice. …

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Preview: Pounded By My Boss, #2 (Fertile, forbidden, older man younger woman, CMNF)

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One week after Nina’s much-older boss, Brian, popped her tight cherry, she can’t stop fantasizing about him and touching herself, despite Brian’s warning that it can never happen again. But when her clothes get stolen while she’s teaching a swimming lesson, Nina must choose whether to return to the office for a meeting with Brian wet and nearly naked in the skintight swimsuit, or be late. Brian hates when his employees are late. What choice does she have?

Nina may be young and naive, but she wouldn’t mind if Brian stripped her naked, took her hard and unprotected on his desk again, and filled her up while he stays fully clothed. Even if it’s the middle of the workday and there’s a chance they’ll get caught. They’re playing a dangerous game…but some things are worth the risk.

This 5,000-word short features — and is intended for — only those 18 and up.

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The night after my boss popped my tight cherry on top of his desk, I had vivid dreams about the moment my hymen gave way. In my dream, I could feel Brian starting to push into me, getting caught on the thin layer of skin protecting the untouched part of me, and then the delicate pop of pushing past it, opening me up, filling me with his thick cock.

And just like that, I was no longer a virgin. It had been an odd feeling, the sensation of something big and hard inside of me where I was used to nothing. But oh, it had felt so incredibly good. And then, when he had started moving in and out of me, using my tight cunt like a toy, I had almost exploded right away.

And it had all been worth it. Even in my dream I remembered the feeling of satisfaction — not only satisfaction at getting used in the way I’d long been fantasizing about, but satisfaction at the way I’d protected my job. Brian had revealed to me that there would be layoffs, something he shouldn’t have told me before anything was confirmed. And though I knew I’d be the first to go, I’d persuaded him to keep me on.

My pussy had persuaded him.

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed despite the vivid dreams. It was like getting fucked had rejuvenated me, and reliving it over and over throughout the night had only given me more energy. I was excited to go into work, to see Brian again, to reassure myself, perhaps, that it wasn’t all a dream, that it really had happened.

Yet I was nervous too. And I had all morning to anticipate seeing him again before our paths would ever actually cross. I taught swimming lessons in the morning at one of the city pools, then went into the Parks Department office in the afternoon for the other half of my job, the administrative assistant part.

I felt like a new person that day, as I taught my class. I noticed the fathers looking me up and down in my swimsuit, tight against my curves, and I felt proud. This was a body that had been used, that had been filled up with my boss’s cum. I stuck my breasts out further than normal and let my hips sashay back and forth as I followed my swimming students down the length of the pool from the deck.

By the time my lessons ended, though, I was a nervous wreck. I dressed in the pool restroom and drove to the office, and my heart was pounding as I pushed open the front door.

I didn’t see Brian. Would he avoid me? Would he want a repeat of yesterday? To be honest, I hadn’t thought about whether I’d want to fuck him again. I hadn’t thought at all past this moment, when I’d first see him again, and how he’d act toward me. But I had to admit that the thought of having him deep inside my unprotected pussy a second time made my clit throb, and I knew that if he wanted it, I wouldn’t be able to resist.

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Preview: Pounded By My Boss, #1 (First time, fertile, forbidden, older man younger woman, CMNF)

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She’s so horny…but he has all the power
When Nina finds out she’s at risk of getting laid off from her first-ever job, she decides to do whatever it takes to persuade her much-older boss, Brian, to keep her. She’ll work extra hard and stay at the office extra late. But once everyone else is gone, Nina discovers Brian’s dirty secret…and things go further than she could ever have predicted.

Now Nina must make a choice. Is keeping her job worth letting her boss pop her tight cherry, fill her up unprotected on his desk, and then lick her clean?

This 5,100-word explicit short story features — and is intended for — only those 18 and up.

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I closed the stall door behind me and gratefully pushed my fingers into my panties, feeling the gush of wetness between my legs. Most everyone in the office was at lunch, so I had a few minutes to myself without much chance of getting caught.

Still, I was very, very quiet as I rubbed the protruding nub of my clit with increasing ferocity. My finger slid around on the slick surface with no resistance, and I let my finger wander down toward my hole, then back up, I imagining that I wasn’t all alone in the work restroom — imagining that I was about to finally lose my virginity to a thick, hard cock.

My hole was too tight to push more than one finger inside of, and then only gently. At eighteen, I still had a hymen, though I knew many virgins my age had broken theirs accidentally by then, bouncing on trampolines, practicing gymnastics, riding horses, or engaging in any number of activities I’d also done over the years.

Fuck, I was so horny. In fact, just about every day lately I’d been sneaking off to take care of myself during the workday. There was something about spending half of every day in a swimsuit that made me almost unable to contain myself — the feeling of the cool water entering my swimsuit, filling up the area between my pussy lips, cooling my clit. The knowledge that the parents at the pool were watching me, while pretending to watch their kids. The tight fabric of my suit stretched over my curves.

In my imagination, I was back in my bedroom, completely naked. A male figure stood behind me, and I was draped over the bed, my breasts pushed down into the comforter and my naked ass at a right angle to the guy as I stood there bent at the waist. I couldn’t tell who it was — it didn’t matter who it was. I just wanted to get fucked.

He spread open my ass and fingered my pussy with one finger, staring down at its pinkness. Then he slapped my sensitive skin with his hard cock once, twice, three times, before lining the tip up against my hole and pushing deep inside of me, popping me open for the first time ever.

Oh god, it would feel good. In my fantasy, it was the most amazing feeling in the world. And against my finger in that tiny bathroom stall, my clit began to throb as my body pulsed its release. I moaned out loud; I couldn’t help it. My cunt got wetter still as the orgasm shook me, took me over for those few seconds.

Finally, panting, I pulled my finger out of my panties and my pussy pulsed one last time. I licked my finger clean before exiting the stall, washing my hands, and returning to the real world…and my meeting with my boss, Brian.

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