I was with this guy who really wanted me but I was always turning him down because I was so busy. Well he happened to be in DC at the time and I was bored so I responded to him this time. I messaged him back saying if he could eat pussy and he said "all day everyday" so I told him that he needs to put actions behind his words. So I go out with him to some club and afterwards we do hookah and I'm just not feeling him. I have an early showtime and he asked if he could just eat me out. He brought me back to his hotel and just had my legs spread apart into a split. I told him that I'm going to finish fast because I had stuff to do. He started licking my clit with his tongue super fast making me almost cum right then and there. I was shaking and my body tighten up so much that he couldn't even put a finger in me. I was soaking
and kept cumming but I wasn't done. He begged me not to bust just yet because my warm wet pussy felt so good in his mouth and he loved how I was going up and down all over his face. I was just laying down and I knew I was about to bust so I squeeze my legs onto his face until I my clit was right on his nose and I busted all over him. He started shaking and he came without me doing anything to him. After counting I probably came 6 times in less than 10 minutes. He was so upset that I came so fast but I didn't care and told him to take me home but when I got into his car I got horny again and I opened my legs with my heels still on. He ate me with my thong still on under my dress. My leg was on the dashboard and my other one was on his back. When I felt like I was about to cum again my heel dung into his back and I heard him wince but I didn't care because I was about to bust
again all over his seats. I was soaking wet and busted again and then I was done. I felt like I just peed on his face

Now before you start reading I would just like to remind yall I am not a professional…
I am an amateur, I’ve never shared anything publicly.
Depending on the outcome this could be a one and done.

So “keep in mind that I’m an artist, and I’m sensitive about my shit”.
If you don’t like it that’s fine, you just had to be there to enjoy it as much as I had, or hadn’t…
Because it’s literature.

It had been 17 years, but the moment I seen him I fell in love all over again. Walking around the corner, eyes searching for me. I couldn’t control the stupid smile forming across my face, I could feel my heart beating through my jacket, and the butterflies fluttering throughout my stomach.

That wasn’t the only thing I wanted in my stomach. 🫠

City traffic on the way was very unusual to a small-town girl like me. I almost got hit by a taxi and kept missing my exits.
That, and him on the phone rushing me to be in his presence.
I called before heading his way. Panicking. About Parking, driving in a new city, when to come, where to go. Everything was so unplanned, unorganized. I needed assurance, I needed to feel like a woman, not a strong, black, woman. Just a woman, who needed the security of a man.
And he gave me that by saying
“everything will be handled, don’t worry about anything, just get here.”
The assurance in his voice, a voice I hadn’t heard in over 17 years, his tone, his confidence, it calmed me.

I’d never heard those words put together before. I usually handle everything.

Keeping my composure
I said“I need to hear you say you want me to come to you.
He paused, I heard him smile through the phone, then he said “I want you to come to me”

and my panties moisten.

My desire to be wanted by him should be studied, I’m sure the obsession would be labeled as unrealistic. I needed him to crave my body just as much as I’ve craved his over the past 17 years.

We used to fuck like rabbits.
Raw.
Every where
Anywhere
All the time.

It was mostly me, begging for more until I was too tired to lift my eyelids. We were so young then.
I didn’t know my body well enough to cum all over him, which is why I’d have energy well into the morning.

Until we both needed to get up and get dressed for class or decide to ditch, stay in to go another round.

Immediately after I gave him my virginity I told him, he was to be on call whenever I needed him, he agreed. He taught me everything I knew about sex back then.
He was an asshole then; probably still is. But he was always so patience with me. Me being inexperienced I didn’t know a thing about sex. I thought penises were slimy. I didn’t touch his penis the first year we had sex. It slipped out once, my reflexes grabbed it and put it back in. Once I realized what I’d done, I panicked. But his dick felt so good I couldn’t contemplate on it for too long.
(He was the only one I’d been with the first 2.5 years, and til the day the biggest.)
When we’d finish I’d stare at his penis, inspect it, touch it, pick it up and watch it fall over. Squeeze the base so it’d stand upright, erect, ready, hoping to go again.
He was always so clean, so smooth, so long, thick, and hard. My mouth water as I think about it.  But that was 17 years ago, and this is now.

Now I’m ready to make new memories…

Part 1: continued

I flashed my lights so he could see me as he walked out to meet me. I needed him to come greet me like the Princess I am, open my door and sweep me off my feet. Tell me he’d been away from me for too long and how I should NEVER disappear from his life ever again. I need him to float me up to his bedroom, rip my clothes off and put me through the headboard.
I excite myself at the thought of being pleasured by him. Imagining his hand gripping my neck, stroking me deeply, passionately. Like he hates me the most and loves me with every ounce of blood in his body at the same time. Filling my insides with him, all while telling me how he can’t live without me. Tying me to the bed and threatening to keep me there for his own guilty pleasure, just to make sure I’ll never leave him again. I only want to belong to him. But we both know the reality of the situation.

New writer workshopping different kinks! Enjoy this silly little tentacle monster scene I wrote 😄 Constructive feedback welcome! Hopefully more to come! (ha!)

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"Get a hold of yourself, Erin, the map says the treasure is this way." Willow shook the map out in front of her, adjusting the tilt of it to ensure they were heading the right direction. For a Paladin, Erin was incredibly squeamish of trouble despite the heavy armor he wore as they went forward.

"Willow, no. If we go that way, it's certain death." Erin gripped his sword at the hilt with both hands, the tip pointed towards the ground as he squeezed in nervously. The rest of the party was still behind a few paces, taking their time catching up.

"Listen, you said that about every single branch in the road up until this point. I'm going this way." Willow pointed towards the dark fork in the caverns, vines hanging like stalactites off of the damp ceiling. The other route looked drier, empty. Treasure was never somewhere safe.

Her steps echoed at she pivoted into the darkness. Her staff added a third uneven beat to the steps and she summoned a quick orb of light to accompany her as she was swallowed by the darkness. Erin called after her. "Wait! Wait!"

There was no other noise, just the quick whoosh of air as she fell. Erin calling frantically after her. "Willow! Willow!"

The cave seemed to swallow her whole and before she knew it, her body was crashing into wall after wall of narrow chute until she was let out onto a soft bed of moss, or what felt like moss. The bottom of the cave was squishy and plant-like, moist, and… moving? She jumped as the floor seemed to shudder under her sudden weight, gripping at her staff harder. How she'd managed not to drop the thing in the surprise, she wasn't sure. "Erin!" She called. "Erin!" The depths swallowed the sound of her voice and she couldn't hear Erin's timid voice or the deep timbre of their dwarven barbarian. It was just her and an oddly silent, nearly pitch black cave with a floor that moved.

She sucked in a breath and then blew the air out until her lungs were completely deflated. What was she supposed to do now?

Her elbows pressed into the soft undulating ground beneath her, pushing herself into a seated position. The little orb of light, thankfully, had followed her into the depths. It must have been a sight to see her and her light suddenly wink out when she fell with not even enough time for a scream. Her hand stretched out in front of her, bending each joint, testing. Well… at least she wasn't hurt.

Willow tried to stand but each time her foot found purchase on the undulating ground, it moved, tripping her and halting her progress. She groaned each time until finally, it moved once more and she fell on her back with her limbs splayed like a marrionette. Her staff fell out of her hands and rolled away. She'd have to crawl to fetch it. "Great. How am I supposed to get out, if I can't even stand. Good going, Willow." The floor moved again, this time not as one whole mass but a singular tentacle popping from the sea of movement.

It seemed curious, tilting the tip back and forth as though sniffing out the new thing that landed on top of it. The limb stretched until it was caressing her arm, moving further in until it was touching the bare skin of her chest where her robe ribbed in the fall. "Hey, that's unnecessary." She said, slapping the thing away as though it were a wasp. It shook off her attack easily and dove back in to continue its exploration. It didn't stop at her chest, instead it slithered its way across her stomach, finding the hem of her skirt and hitching it up to find more pale skin beneath. It seemed to like what it found because another tentacle sprung up to join, then another.

She batted them away like flies, desperately trying to keep them away from her naked skin but it was no use, they were stronger than she was, and determined. "What the- Hey, stop that!"

More tentacles sprouted from the writhing mass and captured her pesky hands, holding them away from her, keeping her from being able to fight them off. She screamed in alarm. What was it doing? Her hips twisted, trying to get out of its grasp and her feet kicked. Two more thick tentacles sprang forward, wrapping around her ankles until her legs too were restrained.

This was the point when Willow truely started to panic. Sweat beaded like dew across the back of her neck and forehead, plastering a few dark curls to her forehead. Her pupils dilated until her green eyes were eclipsed and her heart galloped away. A handful of stray tears escaped the corners of her eyes as she struggled and imagined an awful, painful end. She didn't want to die. She was too young to die. Of all the stupid, risky plans, this was how she would go?

A new tentacle emerged with a new type of appendage, something that looked floral with the way the tip split into five equal pink petals. It looked botanical but each petal seemed to retain the ability to move independantly, like fingers or perhaps an elephant's trunk. It zeroed in on her face, attaching itself over her nose and mouth. For a moment she thought this was it, this would be her end, stuck in the darkest monster's pit, restrained until it would finally consume her. In her panic, she took several gasping breaths.

The air from the flower smelled sweet, almost like spun sugar or caramel. The hairs on the inside of her nose tickled and just as the flower released from her face, she sneezed. A cloud of spores floated lightly through the soft beam of light from her magic orb and she realized it had been pollen that she breathed in. But why?

Then, her body relaxed. Her heart slowed from a gallop to a cantor while her breathing calmed into something normal. The racing thoughts of impending doom slowed too, replaced by thoughts of comfort and, oh, that actually felt quite nice. The tentacles didn't release her arms or legs but seemed to ease off on her restraints now that she wasn't fighting quite so much. Another thick vine probed at the remnants of her robes, ripping them further along where they'd already been torn. The other tentacles joined in, gripping and pulling on the fabric. She could almost hear each woven strand snap as the monster pulled away the only layer of clothing that covered her, revealing her ample chest, flared hips, and petal pink areolas.

It didn't seem to have eyes but the vines all seemed to pull away for a moment to admire her unmarred skin and the galaxy of freckles that dusted over her chest and cheeks. They dove back in a moment later though, content now that she was completely free of that limiting fabric. The flexible tip of one tentacle caressed the line of her jaw, down her neck to the base of her shoulder until it found her pulse point and latched on with suction she didn't even realize it was capable of. A spear of panic shot through her system but was tamped down by whatever pollen it had her inhale earlier. She whined into the touch, as though it was a lover there and not some unknown monster. Her eyes widened as the fog of her mind lifted for a moment and she tried to pull away.

A thick vine wrapped around her middle now, picking her up as though she weighed nothing, and hoisted her up into the air, her limbs spread like a new sapling in the spring sun. Beads of sweat glimmered in her magic light like jewels and she tried to squirm, though whatever she'd been given made her move slower. Why did she even want to get away?

The tendrils held her firmly and explored her tenderly. There were several now, all across different parts of her body. Two swept across the curves of her legs, over the soft pillowy thighs and seashell curve of her calves. Another swirled around the swell of her chest, testing the weight of the mounds of flesh before probing at the small firm peaks, pinching and rolling curiously.

The motion drew a moan out beside herself. The noise surprised her and she squirmed again. Her body felt suddenly warm, as though she'd taken a shot of strong whiskey at the pub and a familiar slickness emerged between her thighs. The scent of arousal piqued the monsters interest and two more tentacles went to investigate the new substance secreting from its prey. Prey? Captive? Experiment? She didn't know. All she knew was fear but also… pleasure? Her body seemed to react on its own, separate from her mind- and even that seemed to be sluggish.

The tips of the vines were soft but firm against her flesh while it probed through the creases where her thighs met her torso and across the soft fluff just at the apex of her thighs. It caressed the backs of her knees which made her flinch. "Ah. That tickles." She complained, though a trail of arousal slipped down her leg, betraying the creature to the direction of the smell and it slithered up towards the source. Her pussy was soaked already and the arousal dripped down her thighs in thick rivulets. She tried to squeeze her legs shut to prevent the creature from going there, but it held her ankles apart firmly. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and for a moment, she wondered what would happen if she just surrendered? It wasn't hurting her. It was just playing.

The tentacles poked at her mound, testing, and then slithered along her slit, bathing in her. She twisted her hips but slowly stilled as it worked, finding the sensation not horrifying but pleasurable. She sighed as it explored, now dipping within the puffy lips, seemingly content that it indeed found the source of her scent.

The vine that had been working on her breast split into two, each sprouting two of those floral like ends. They swirled around her nipples as they searched for her reactions. It seemed to like it when she squirmed or gasped or moaned. Her breaths came in stacatto gasps as they played, pinching, rolling, then finally sucking as they attached to the apex of both breasts. Her chest heaved and jiggled as she tried to shake them off but gods, it felt good. Her nipples were sensitive in a way she didn't realize her own body could feel. They were warm and heavy on her chest and with the suction? Her core throbbed on air and she moaned. She simply couldn't help it.

The two tentacles at her entrance were taking their time exploring her folds, lingering up one side of her entrance, then diving across the other. It tested the little mound of nerves at the top of her opening and she couldn't keep them back, her hips bucked against it. She gasped. The tentacle came out to watch the reaction, then went back in to test again. It circled her clit again and again, observing as she bucked and squirmed in pleasure. More arousal dripped from between her lips, falling onto the writhing floor below. The creature seemed to like that, tentacles sucked up what fell, and more slithered up her legs to get a taste. Each one left a trail of suction marks across her thigh, cleaning up the little trail she'd produced.

The more time passed, the more she forgot why she'd struggled in the first place. Her chest was being suckled, her jaw caressed, her ass squeezed, and it all felt incredible. It was as though each neuron in her body was firing at once and the warmth that had bloomed in her belly was stoked with each and every stroke of a vine, or suck of a petaled end. Her party was long forgotten. Why had they been exploring this cave system in the first place? Did it matter when she could feel like this?

Her parted legs were pulled further apart as the curious vines delved further into her. One found her entrance, tentatively poking in, just the tip before it realized what it had found. The head of that tentacle unsheathed what lay beneath, dripping a thick blue slime from the end. It gave her no warning and plunged itself into her easily as wet as she already was. It began to writhe and pull out and she thought it might be done. "No, no, don't." She said weakly, through ragged breaths. It dove back in with vigor, enjoying the sensation of her warm soft walls. The smooth expanse of her stomach bulged with each thrust of the thick appendage. "Oh." She said finally as the feeling of the intrusion adjusted and whatever trepidation she felt was replaced with bliss.

The vines at her breasts sucked relentlessly and two more had emerged to wrap around the heavy mounds to knead them like dough. Had they gotten heavier? The fog of her mind parted only for a moment to register that they had once felt a certain way and now they felt twice as heavy. It didn't make any sense. There wasn't any magic to do that, or at least none that she knew of. The creature didn't seem to mind the pause in her thoughts, it only suckled and kneaded away until her nipples let out a creamy white fluid that the flowers lapped up happily.

This delighted the creature and it only worked her breasts harder, kneading them until they were pink from the abuse. The feeling was euphoric and she shouted in pleasure as it worked, heaving in breaths. "Oh, oh, yes." She shouted, finally giving into the creature. Willow's muscles relaxed as she let the creature hold her body weight completely, only focusing on the sensations that it was more than happy to give her.

Frankly, it was too much. Her body was completely overwhelmed. And just when she thought there was nowhere else for this creature to find, a single probing vine that had been busy kneading her ass found another entrance. Two vines helped it by parting her thick cheeks, jiggling as the vine in her pussy pumped in and out. This vine followed the same process as the one currently inside of her, unsheathing it's tip until the revealed slit was dripping electric blue goo down her ass and legs. It probed and she flinched, though with everything else attatched to her, inside of her, there was no more fight left. She was flooded with pleasure from every direction, so when the vine finally slithered its way in, lubricating itself with the electric blue substance that secreted from its tip, she could only moan.

The vine traveled deep inside of her, bulging her stomach from a different direction, and began to pump in and out, off time from the other. Willow had never been so full in her entire life. There was an overlap in time when once vine entered and the other pulled out and those moments when her interior walls pressed into each other were heaven. Perhaps this was the afterlife after all. Maybe she'd fallen to her death and now she was rewarded with an eternity of pleasure. The monster suckled at her breasts and nipped and kneaded along her pulse points. All thoughts evaporated again.

She was completely overwhelmed by too many tentacles to count, all touching and caressing and pumping and sucking. A rubber band tightened across her lower belly the more the creature worked and her hips bucked forward. A smaller vine sprouted from the large one working her pussy and with one of those flower like structures, suctioned itself to her clit. It pulsed air back and forth across the sensitive bud. Her whole body tensed as that rubberband stretched to its limit. Each hole was stuffed fuller than she knew she could take and the assault on her clit left her panting.

That was it. Willow convulsed and screamed into the cavern, the walls of her pussy contracting around both vines and a watery fluid squirted around the beast at her entrance, dripping down and mixing with whatever blue mess it created. Her pleasure came in waves and the monster only rode them forward, not letting up for a moment. It seemed to enjoy the way her pussy pulsed around its vines and only slowed to let her catch her breath for a moment before it began its attack again. This time, two more tentacles came from below, both unsheathing and leaking goo, to probe the same holes where the other two were thrusting.

For a moment they both pulled out, leaving her gaping and empty. She groaned, her pussy throbbing around air again. But then two tentacles entered her in each hole, thrusting in and out of her harder now, with more vigor. The tentacles at her breasts sucked and kneaded aggressively. She leaked from both of her nipples while her pussy dripped onto the onslaught of vines, every drop lapped up by a roving sucker. The floor writhed happily and sprouted floral heads of every color, all curious to try a taste of her.

Her mind was a complete haze. There was no memory of who she was or where she'd come from. She didn't remember why she'd been so afraid, though she remembered she had been. Every neuron was alight, every cell bathed in pleasure, and as her climax subsided, it only started to build again.

The creature realized late that there was one more entrance to explore and it sent another thick tendril up towards her mouth, unsheathing and leaking like the others. It poked at her mouth slowly, testing her lips, smearing the flourescent blue across her face. Eventually she realized it wanted her to open her mouth and it plunged in. Whatever was leaking from the monster, she realized, tasted good- sweet, a little vegetal like grass in summer, but also citrusy. The sensation was so strange it pulled her attention from the assault on the rest of her body just long enough for her to suck for more. Her lips pulled taught around the appendage and it thrust into her cheek, seeking the same warm tension the others felt inside of her.

It chased her through orgasm after orgasm, never letting up or letting go. She was a trembling mess and even if the beast had let her go, she would not have been able to support herself with her own muscles. It thrusted, she bucked into the air, her back arching. Her chest swelled larger than she thought possible, a side affect of the flower surely, and her nipples leaked so much that the vines could not suck it all and it leaked out of the sides onto the vines across the floor. She was incoherent, her gasps led into moans, which led into cries. Sweat plastered hair across her forehead and dripped down her neck and back.

Suddenly the creature stopped, pausing just long enough that she thought it was done, then renewed its assault with a passion. It thrusted into her, bulging her stomach from both angles, invading her mouth. It worked like this for a long minute and then jerked frantically and spewed a sapphire blue substance out from every orifice. The substance was warm and filled her from the inside out, stuffed like a cream horn. It filled the small bulge in her stomach and the rest leaked out around their connection, dripping down her thighs, down the length of the tentacle, and across the floor. The vine at her mouth came at the same time, spewing the darker blue liquid into her mouth until it too was spilling out across her cheeks and chin. She swallowed as much as she could, finding she loved the taste, but it was too much and it fell across her chest, dripping until it mixed with the cream from her breasts.

It released the substance for what felt like an eternity, pumping her with load after load of gooey monster seed. A veritable pond was left below them when it finally subsided, gallons of the stuff left all around them. The vines slowly pulled out of her, each with a pop. The one at her mouth fell out and the flowers at her nipples gave one last suck before also peeling away. The assault at her clit ceased and each vine that had been kneading or sucking on skin retreated slowly, caressing her naked skin as it left.

Content, the monster cleared a small patch on the floor and set her down, boneless and sated on the cave bottom. A vine caressed her face once more and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before retreating from the area entirely leaving her for her friends to find. There, Willow sat in a puddle of fluids and blue cum. Her limbs were limp and her breathing slow.

It took some time, but a rope dangled from the ceiling eventually. Erin dropped down from above, sword at the ready, but by the time he arrived, the creature had gone elsewhere. The cave was blessedly empty and there was only the sound of his boots as he jumped off the rope end. He looked around briefly before identifying the naked pile that was his friend, covered in fluids, crumpled like a spent tissue on the ground.

"Willow! Willow, are you okay? We're here." He knealed beside her, looking for signs of life or death and exhaled when her chest moved slowly. Sleeping. She was sleeping.

"Oh thank the gods." He muttered, scooping her in his arms, "I've got you. I've got you. Gods, you scared me there for a moment." He looked down at her, hair wet and crusted in sweat, body dripping and sticky. "What happened to you?" He wondered aloud, then brought her securely into his chest and wrapped his cloak around her.

"You're safe now. Let's get home."

 

It starts innocently enough. A glance held too long across a bar. A message sent at two in the morning because silence feels physically unbearable. People romanticise compulsive desire as though it is all silk sheets and wicked smiles, but they never speak of the escalation. The terrible, creeping escalation. The way ordinary attention stops working after a while. My brain begins treating affection like a drug tolerance problem. What thrilled me last month barely scratches the itch now. So I push further. Stranger places. Stranger people. Stranger risks. I tell myself I am searching for freedom, but there are nights I know perfectly well I am really searching for impact. Something sharp enough to cut through the numbness for five bloody minutes.

The frightening part is how rational it feels while it is happening. I become an expert solicitor for my own destruction. I can justify anything if the loneliness is loud enough. I convince myself that secrecy is exciting rather than corrosive. I mistake danger for vitality. There is a peculiar kind of hunger that arrives when desire stops being about pleasure and starts becoming about obliteration. The adrenaline matters as much as the attraction. Perhaps more. A locked hotel door. A reckless drive across town after midnight. Letting somebody too charming get too close because part of me wants the story even if it ends badly. Especially if it ends badly. Human beings are absurd creatures. We will walk willingly into fires merely because the warmth briefly distracts us from the cold.

Afterwards comes the stillness. That dreadful emotional hangover nobody writes songs about. I sit there feeling as though I have been trying to fill a cathedral with matches. One tiny flare at a time. And yet the cycle always whispers its return. The mind begins bargaining again. Next time will feel different. Next time will satisfy the ache instead of merely sedating it for an hour. But compulsive desire is a liar with excellent bedside manners. It flatters you while quietly hollowing out the floor beneath your feet. Eventually you realise the risk itself became the aphrodisiac. Not the people. Not even the sex. The risk. The possibility of losing control entirely. And that is the moment the whole thing stops feeling glamorous and starts feeling tragic.

Over the course of the first semester Marissa and I became really good friends, with the added benefit of engaging in sexual exploration with each other. Halloween was quickly approaching and that meant a lot of insane parties to go to. Marissa came up with the idea that we should wear complimentary costumes. We ended up settling on cat costumes. She went as a white cat and I was a black cat. 

We found matching short dresses in black and white along with cat ears. We added thigh high stockings to up the sex appeal. 

We hung out in her room to pre-game. She looked ethereal in her white costume. I was finding it impossible to not get turned on just looking at her. She had a sixth sense on how to be a tease. After several shots and a couple of joints, she ran her hand up my thigh. I naturally spread my legs to accommodate her. She moved her hand higher and rubbed my clit over my panties. She gave me a playful push back on the bed. She pulled my panties off and joked “We don't need these tonight.”

She kissed up my thighs. She got to my pussy, traced her tongue around my pussy lips. She giggled as she spread my lips and used her tongue to give a long, single lick over my now swollen clit. She then popped up and with a satanic glint in her eyes said “Time to head out.”

She left me in the horniest state she possibly could have. I am sure she knew I would stay this turned on until I got the chance to cum. 

She giggled and took my hand to pull me up. “Fucking bitch.” I remarked in a sarcastically annoyed tone. We then headed out to the frat party.

The music was loud and audible from a block away. Once we got there and inside it was packed with barely any room to move. We got in line to get our beer cups. They were charging $10 a cup. Marissa leaned in and said something to the guy taking the money. He laughed and handed her two cups. 

We went on our way into the sea of costumed people. We danced together for a bit, running our hands up and down each other's bodies. It was nigh impossible to not feel the horny guys watching us. When we went to get refills we got separated. No big deal I thought. I moved through the sea of bodies and found a couch to sit on. Given the short dress and lack of panties I was as careful as I could be not to flash anyone else. This guy in a Ghostface mask tried chatting with me, it was too loud to hear him so I just nodded and occasionally giggled.

I finally saw Marissa again. She was grinding her ass against a really, really hot black guy. He was probably 6’4, broad shoulders, and wearing a toga. I recognized him as a guy on the football team. She turned around and he leaned down to her and they started making out. I felt a tingle but also a flash of jealousy watching them. As their kiss ended we made eye contact. Marissa said something and came over and grabbed my hand to help me up. She leaned in and said “He thinks you're hot too.” Before dragging me back with her.

We then danced with the guy for a bit. He leaned down and said something to Marissa that I couldn't hear. She responded loudly “Yeah, we'd be up for that.” He then took both of us by the hand and led the way upstairs. He unlocked a door and brought us into his room. I remember thinking “What the fuck did she volunteer us for?”

When the door shut the noise level dropped significantly. For the first time in about 2-3 hours you could actually hear another person talk. He cleared off a spot on a table and pulled out a baggie of white powder. He cut it into three lines, before snorting one himself. Marissa quickly followed suit and snorted up a second line before looking at me and saying “Your turn Kelly.”

I had already figured out it was cocaine, something I had not yet tried. The sane part of my brain was screaming no, too far, but was drowned out by my nympho brain saying do it. Not being one to ignore that part of my brain I put my finger up to press a nostril in, lowered my head, and snorted up the last line.

The burn hits first. Sharp and chemical, crawling up the back of my nose like I have inhaled static electricity. Then comes the rush. Christ, the rush. It slams into my skull all at once, hot and violent and weirdly euphoric, like somebody has thrown open every window inside my brain and flooded the place with bright white light. My heart kicks harder against my ribs. My jaw tightens. Every sound in the room suddenly feels important. I can feel my own confidence expanding in real time, absurdly inflated, as though every anxious thought has been shoved aside to make room for certainty and speed and hunger. For a few reckless minutes I feel untouchable, talking too fast, grinning too wide, convinced I have discovered the secret rhythm beneath the universe itself, even while some quieter part of me already knows the feeling is borrowed and the bill will eventually come do.

The cocaine takes an already overheated body and turns the dial far past reason. Every touch feels electrically amplified, every glance loaded with impossible significance. My skin becomes hypersensitive, almost restless beneath itself, as though desire is no longer sitting politely inside my chest but sprinting through my bloodstream at full speed. The confidence from the rush strips away hesitation and replaces it with impulsive hunger. I feel louder inside my own head, more reckless, more convinced that pleasure is the only thing in the world worth chasing in that moment. It is intoxicating in the most dangerous sense of the word because the drug does not merely heighten arousal. It convinces me the arousal deserves obedience. Boundaries blur. Consequences feel distant and abstract. The entire experience becomes less about intimacy and more about velocity, craving, and the desperate pursuit of sensation intense enough to match the chemical storm raging through my nervous system.

He looked at us and called us “My good little kitty cats.” We giggled in unison, as if the cocaine gave us a hive mind. He then again leaned in to kiss Marissa. My pussy tingled with anticipation watching them this time. That jealousy was suddenly gone. After breaking his kiss with her he leaned over to me next and before I could process what was happening his tongue was inside my mouth and his hand was on my inner thigh. Through what I can only describe as muscle memory I opened my legs to welcome his hand. His hand made its way up to my bare pussy and he rubbed my clit. He pulled away from the kiss and commented “Wow, you are a naughty kitty cat aren't you?”

What I did next I still have no explanation for. I didn't respond with words, I meowed at him. This made him laugh hard as he kept rubbing my clit. He then looked at Marissa and said “Are you a naughty kitty too?”

Following suit, she also meowed and nodded her head yes. He again laughed and told her to stand up. He pulled his hand away from my clit and pulled her panties down. There was a very noticeable wet spot. She stepped out of her panties and again meowed. It was evident that he loved that.

He looked at her and said “Show me how naughty you 2 kitties can be.”

She got on her knees in front of me.  She licked my inner thighs before making her way to my very eager pussy. She teased me by tracing her tongue around my pussy lips. My clit was on fire and I needed an orgasmic release so I grabbed the back of her head and held her face against me. She finally moved her tongue to my clit and rapidly moved it back and forth. All of the previous teasing and stimulation culminated in me cumming hard and loudly as her tongue expertly did its magic. 

As she pulled her head away he reached down pet her saying “Good naughty kitty.” She made a purring sound. Her face was visibly wet from my explosive orgasm. 

“I think you need to thank her now.” He said, looking at me. 

It was too late now to break character, so I meowed and nodded my head yes. She sat on his lap and opened her legs. I took my place on my knees in front of her. I too started by licking her inner thighs and kissing my way up. I could smell how turned on she was as I spread her lips and started eating her out. I looked up and saw she and him were kissing. This made me want to make her cum that much more. I was alternating between circles and going side to side but picked up my pace. Her taste was intoxicating. I could hear her stifled moans as she suddenly arched her back and squeezed her thighs around my head and came herself. I kept licking until she released my head.

He reached down and petted my head and said “Time for you kitties to tend to the lion.” 

Marissa took a place on her knees next to me. He stood up and took his toga off. He was absolutely ripped. Marissa pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung up. To say he had a big cock is an understatement. His cock was large and thick, easily the biggest cock I had seen in person at that point (and only one since has been close.)

Marissa started by running her tongue around the head of his cock. Not wanting to be left out I joined in by licking and sucking on his balls. She then took him in her mouth but gagged when she got about halfway down. She pulled off of him and gave me a look indicating it was my turn. I kissed his head before taking him in my mouth. He had a lot to take in. My cheeks sunk in as I bobbed my head up and down. As I went down I felt Marissa's hand on the back of my head. She pushed down and his cock was in the back of my throat. My mouth had never been so full of cock. I was making a gagging noise but she held my head in place until my eyes watered. He was so deep into my mouth that not even trying to breathe through my nose worked before she finally let go. I pulled off gasping for air. 

In near perfect sync she took him back in her mouth as I caught my breath. She started bobbing and down faster and faster. He let out a loud moan as he came in her mouth. This didn't seem to slow her down. He thrust his pelvis into her mouth a couple of times, getting every last drop out. She pulled off of him and immediately kissed me, making sure she shared his cum. We passionately kissed for a little bit, our tongues swirling around each other as the taste of his cum became stronger. Finally, she broke away. Unexpectedly we seemed to swallow in unison. 

He leaned back, his cock still semi hard and glistening with our saliva. He reached down and first petted her head then mine and for the final time that evening called us “Good kitties.” 

Marissa again made a purring noise and I joined in doing the same. He let out one last giant laugh. He picked up her panties and said “Mind if I keep them to remember my favorite kitties?” 

She nodded and gave a last meow before standing up and then helping me up. She held my hand and we headed out. The music was no longer deafening and the party was winding down. We walked back to our dorm, holding hands but not saying a word. We went back to her room and she finally broke the silence.

“Why did you meow?” As she burst out laughing.

“I have no fucking idea.” I said laughing as well.

She rolled a joint that we shared before we cuddled up and passed out for about 10 straight hours. 

Ruined a new pair of panties last night 😭

Tongue fucking and clit grinding led to me pulling my thong to the side and sliding my soaking pussy into his cock. I bounced, grinded, twerked - everything that felt good, I did with reckless abandon. My tank top was pulled up so he could lick and suck my nipples every chance he got. Rubbing them against his hairy chest while I rode him felt like heaven.

Then he put me on my hands and knees, told me to leave my panties on, and plowed my pussy til it squelched and squeezed him tight. Animalistic moans couldn't be held back, and the sound of my pleasure sent him over the edge. His seed filled me and I begged, I mean really fucking begged him to fuck it deeper into me, to breed me. I was pleading and pushing my hips back to push him further. Finally he pulled out and put my thong back in place to catch the cum as it dripped out of me.

This is Part 3 of 4 of a series. I highly recommended reading Parts 1 & 2 first. Enjoy.

PART 3 - Sarah

Sarah stood in the doorway, the only one of her roommates clothed and sober, staring at five naked forms.

“Are you fucking my boyfriend?”

It was more of a gut reaction than it was a question, an instinctual response to the scene in front of her.

The group stayed quiet for a moment, unsure what to do until Elba slid off her spot on the couch, walking over to the front door with cat like dexterity.

Her perky tits bounced as she walked and Sarah held eye contact with her the entire time. No - it was more that she happened to be looking and Elba was the one who held their gaze locked.

“We know what you did, Sarah,” She said softly.

A burning sensation of embarrassment and guilt flooded her stomach.

_

Sarah had met Josh at a party many months ago, not too long after she’d moved in with Elba and the others.

Elba and her were becoming close friends rapidly but weren’t on the level they would be nine months later. This gap in friendship made it so that Sarah had no idea who “Josh” was; for all she was concerned, he was a faceless entity that Elba had been dating.

Her social media didn’t show a single hint that they were involved - they were going through a lover’s spat at the time and that spat led to Sarah meeting him.

She drunkenly kissed him, exchanging information from the back of their throats with one another in a bedroom away from everyone else.

They connected over a shared pain, a relationship that seemed to be going nowhere. Though Josh’s was clearly from him being a dick, an emotional rot sat at the middle of Sarah’s. Something had been off between her and Michael for some time now.

She had never had to process a relationship like this, one that had the potential to end in marriage and yet was crumbling from the inside, both of them too emotionally stunted to have a real conversation about it.

Of course, she had no idea Michael felt the same way so she leaned into pleasing him. Maybe if he was happy she would be.

That’s where their sex life came in - it was always good, great even, but there was something about her new place and going to college coupled with his new job that made them truly feel like adults, an enhancement to their shared physical attraction.

The journey from starting as high school kids in a local town to moving to a college city ramps up your view about the world at large; it puts you in a brand new situation in which you have to fend for yourself and make your own decisions away from strict guidance.

You finally could get your own place and do whatever you wanted. Eat whatever. Sleep whenever. Fuck whoever.

The excitement of sneaking around still existed - they didn’t live at home with their parents anymore but her roommates now acted as the obstacles they needed to avoid.

And this mixture of freedom and excitement allowed the two to experiment.

Consciously or not, Sarah’s desire to please Michael kicked off a new “genre” of their sex life. They had always fulfilled the gender norms in the bedroom with him taking the lead and her being the bottom.

But something changed. She became completely and utterly subservient to him in the bedroom, beginning with her desire to simply make him happy rapidly evolving into a deep erotic need.

It was a kink waiting to surface that she finally discovered, a desire so innate and primal it almost scared her. But she fell in love with it.

The issue was not the kink itself, Michael was incredibly in to it; the problem came when she realized she loved it more than the who she was performing it with.

Michael became a means to an end, a way for her to break herself off sexually over and over again. He was incredible at fulfilling the role she needed and there was just enough trust there for him to push her to her limits without the boundaries of awkwardness or uncertainty impeding them.

He didn’t have to be told how to go about dominating her - he slipped into that position naturally, with ease.

She thought that it was a natural thing for men to do, for that inherent dominance and that very desire to dominate fully rearing its head when presented with a willing subject.

As she found with Josh, that was only partially true. Sarah had to coax him into certain acts, to push him to truly take control.

He was into it, no doubt about that, fueled by her fleshly passion - but his idea of taking control was far tamer than what she desired.

Michael pinned her down and was rough with her. Michael fucked her throat relentlessly. Michael knew how and when to call her names that were unbecoming of a woman in normal society.

Josh did none of these things.

The initial excitement and downright naughty nature of sneaking around was enough to satisfy her. She thought that she had found a gold mine; an escape from a failing relationship and a purely physical way to meet her carnal needs.

A bandaid to a permanent problem. She just needed to get Josh on her level.

At first it wasn’t a big deal, she just had to work on breaking down of the walls of awkwardness that didn’t exist between her and Michael. Knowing how far to go and when to act autonomously without her always playing the guide.

For example, when she said she loved the sensation of her tits being smacked, Michael complied and knew how hard or soft to be. Then it became routine, him only backing off if she uttered her safe word.

But the task of reaching that level with Josh became laborious and she soon realized that only two types of people in this world could understand her: a true, long time partner or someone who was deeply experienced in the matter. Josh was neither.

She left Josh’s place that night filled with regret, guilt and disappointment - not to mention still horny. She had just done the most despicable thing possible and had absolutely nothing to show for it.

Now she had to face the fact that she had done all of this on a whim, reconnecting with Josh over social media, confessing her kinks to him and being fooled when he said he could satisfy her.

He even lied about him breaking up with Elba; they had just been in a bad fight so she believed it. Unlike the first throwaway hookup at that party, Sarah knew all too much about their relationship.

Josh had not only ruined what was left of his relationship with Elba to get with her but she had just done the same to Michael and unknowingly, to Elba.

And he had left her unsatisfied after three meetings between the pair.

As Sarah drove home, she knew she was a villain. She knew she had just done something that would push away two of the people closest to her.

Maybe she would be able to get Michael to dominate her one last time before she ended things with him. She’d tell him the truth and set him free. It was the least she could do.

Thinking of the best way to wake him up as she strode to the door, the last thing Sarah expected to see was Michael’s dick resting between Rylah’s ass and Elba’s mouth.

The living room smelled of sex and liquor. Dumbfounded, she said the only thing that came to mind:

“Are you fucking my boyfriend?”

_

“We know what you did, Sarah.”

Elba felt the words leave her lips, confidence and power oozing through her.

She had never felt as alive as she did tonight. There was an energy in the air that had parlayed from the drinking to the sex to this very moment, right here and now.

Elba felt in control of not just herself but the room. She had started the sexually charged activities of the night and she now stood before Sarah, someone who had wronged not just her but Michael. She had the upper hand.

“We saw pictures of the two of you. You and Josh.”

A slight shift in the room’s temperature; Michael didn’t know who the blonde in the pictures was until now. She felt like he’d understand the full picture now.

Elba slipped behind Sarah, closing the still open door and ushering her into the living room. She laid her chin on Sarah’s shoulder, wrapping her in a warm embrace from behind.

In an obvious state of shock and confusion, Sarah said,

“Can someone just tell me what’s happening?”

A wild gesture toward the other four standing in front of her.

Mouth right near Sarah’s ear, Elba took point on filling her in, eventually catching her up to the current events.

“… and that’s when we decided to have some fun for ourselves. We couldn’t just let poor Michael wallow in sadness while you were out there cheating on him.”

Sarah’s eyes met with Michael’s and Elba pointed over her shoulder at his body, his member clearly softening from the lack of stimulation.

“But if you’re down, there might be one way you can make it up to him.”

The now fractured couple stood there for a moment, eyes locked.

_

Sarah was so horny. She was dying from her lackluster experience with Josh and this swell of negative emotions were eating at her insides.

She needed some kind of release, a distraction to her current predicament and a solution to her poor decisions.

Michael’s naked form filled her with a sense of desire she thought she was going to be able to fulfill earlier that night. It was now back stronger, with vengeance.

She looked around the room, various eyes meeting hers, her roommates hanging onto the suspense as they waited for what she would do next, Elba’s warm breath gently caressing her neck.

Humiliation wasn’t the driving force behind her kink. It wasn’t ever something she consciously sought out but here - here in this room, in front of an audience with the ability to be degraded by someone who knew her body - here she felt a strong urge to give into the situation and become nothing more than an object to be used.

Sarah turned her eyes to Michael’s once more.

“If you’ll have me…”

She closed the gap, kneeling between on the ground in front of him.

“…please. Please take control of me one more time.”

Sarah looked up, Michael’s partially erect member in her view.

Then he started the way he started most of their sessions:

“Beg for it.”

She did. She begged for his dick in her mouth, she begged to taste it, she begged to be punished for her misdeeds.

And as everyone looked on at her groveling at Michael’s feet, her panties became soaked with anticipation.

END PART 3