“After a simple mind blanking procedure at any of our local outlets, you won’t have to worry about anything but getting fucked ever again,” the woman in the commercial said, then it cut to her sucking a cock and looking up with empty eyes.
“Just like Katelin, you can be a mindless slut too!” A man’s voiceover said. “Your brain may be empty, but don’t worry, he will fill your head with cock! Whoever he might be!”
The latest cleansing diet caught on stronger than apple cider vinegar on just about every college campus. Instead of juice, beer, water, or soda women drank fresh piss whenever they were thirsty and at least once a day when they felt like having a snack.
It was common to see girls bringing empty cups to parties and begging drunk young men to let them have some piss. The girls barely touched the beer and were generally willing to suck a dick, bounce on a cock, or take it up the ass if it meant they could get a nice, hot, steaming cup of piss out of the deal.
“I just can’t imagine ever drinking anything else again, Taylor!”
“I know, right? I mean, at first it was hard, but I just can’t stand the taste of anything other than piss and cum now!” Makenzie said and then chugged her entire glass of piss.
Sure, the repeated, brutal, painful anal sex was rough to deal with sometimes, but not everything about the sexual service Act was a downside.
Emilia got free laser hair removal for all of her body hair, a stipend for lubes and birth control, and women essentially got universal health care under The Act.
As she got older, she might even qualify for subsidized breast implants, face lifts, and rejuvenation therapy.
“Really, taking a few cocks up my ass while I scream and moan every day is completely worth it for those kinds of benefits. Plus, my service helps make this country the great place it is!” she often thought while getting fucked.
It’s been a few months since Betty’s 18th birthday and she’s adjusting well to being a woman that any older man can fuck at any time. Mr. Addams also managed to knock her up on her birthday, so her belly and breasts have started to swell.
Her boyfriend loves to play with her swollen, milky breasts and fucks her lovingly. Mr. Addams of course still has his cock in the mix, whenever and however he likes.
Join her in this world where every woman from the age of 18 on up serves the sexual desires of the men in her community. It’s just the new normal for her, but it’s a great time for us.
“But… I’m here with my boyfriend,” the tight, eighteen-year-old blonde whined while he fucked her pussy.
“Not really my problem, slut. The Act just passed and I’ve been staring at your ass all day, just waiting to get balls deep in you. Besides, your boyfriend is that guy, right?”
Madeline looked over to see her boyfriend bending over Marissa and thrusting his cock into the squealing girl’s tiny asshole.
“He’s fucking my besty in the ass!”
“Don’t worry. You’ll get your ass fucked soon enough too,” the man said, pulling free of her tight, wet, slick cunt and lining his thick cock up with her virgin asshole.
“I can’t believe I voted yes for this!” she said, before biting her lower lip and trying not to scream as his cock drove up her tight ass.
Lately your short image stories things have been moving a more... consensual bent. I feel bad for saying it, but I don't really see the point of humiliation and degradation when everyone's having a good time. Formal request for more reluctance. I know held-down-and-forced isn't really your thing, but stuff where people are actually, liked, inconvenienced by being forced to preform sexual favors just works much better for me. Thanks man.
I think you’ll like the latest short story I finished writing just now: “New breakroom Seating Arrangements”
Haven’t edited and published it yet, but it’s a rewrite/extension of an earlier caption post, bringing it up to a little over 2,000 words. Let me see if I can give you a little taste of the story before I publish it (the following is part of a rough, 1st draft):
The memo about the new “seating arrangements” in the employee lounge had reached Michelle Frost’s desk just that morning. She’d read it at least twenty times, looking for any clue that it might be a joke or some loophole she could use to get out of it.
“Sometimes I really don’t get the changes upper management seems to make around here! I mean, really! Don’t they know I’ve got better things to do than deal with some breakroom nonsense? I mean, I could understand if it was only the secretaries and interns, but I’m fucking middle management,” she said, picking up the memo and starting to read it through again.
All female employees must make themselves available in the employee lounge for the use of any male employees on break once every two hours. After the male employees have finished making use of a female employee, she must return to her designated work area and resume work.
Use of female employees includes, but is not limited, to anal, oral, and vaginal penetrative sex. Use may also include hand jobs, breast envelopment of erections, and simple targets for ejaculations.
Break room attire for female employees will consist of knee-high socks, anal lube, and hair ties, barrettes, and so-forth as desired and/or necessary. Women must remain at least 75% nude at all times when in the employee lounge.
This new policy goes into effect today and will remain in effect until further notice. All female employees, without regard to their position in the company, will be required to comply or will be subject to the automatic dismissal clause of their contracts.
A starter pair of knee-high socks has been supplied to all female employees. However, subsequent employee lounge attire must be acquired at the expense of the employees.
All time that female employees spend in the employee lounge must be made up for through overtime. Female employees will be expected to make deadlines, quotas, and to finish all work in a timely fashion while still servicing the needs of male employees on break.
Male employees are expected to end their breaks at the proper times and to not dally with their female colleagues beyond specified break times.
-The management.
“Well, fuck! There’s really no way out of it, unless I want to lose my job…” Michelle said, running her fingers through her long, blonde hair and gritting her teeth. “I even called Andy in HR and he said he’d like to help me out, but his hands were tied… Told me to be ready to suck his cock on his four o'clock break too, the bastard.”
She griped and groaned to herself while trying to get some paperwork done, but two hours into her shift, she took off her clothes. She left her suit, lacy black underwear, and shoes under her desk, opened the small box that came with the memo, put on the white knee-high socks with red ribbons she found inside, and lubed her asshole.
“I’ve never let anyone fuck me there before. I just know there’s going to be some greasy asshole employee ready to fuck me in the ass today though,” she muttered, pushing a bit more lube into her ass and cringing at the pain that lanced up her spine.
The walk to the breakroom, naked except for the long white socks with little red bows that tickled the backs of her knees, felt longer than any walk she’d ever taken before. Heads popped out of offices and stares followed her down the hall from both men who wished it was time for their breaks and women who were glad their shifts started later than hers…
I’ll try to remember to post a link in this response when I publish it :)
By the time the Sexual Service Act passed, his childhood crush, Amelia, had grown old and fat, but her daughter was just barely eighteen and was the spitting image of Amelia when she was eighteen.
“What was your name again?” he asked as he slid his thick cock up her narrow ass.
“It’s… Fuck that hurts! It’s Kari. You- Fucking hell! You know my mom?” she asked.
“Oh yeah. We go way back. I always wanted to fuck her ass when we were in high school. Now, I get to fuck yours every day until I get all those old feelings worked out.”
“Oh? Tha- Thank you for letting me… letting me help you get over her. I’ll- I’ll show you I’m a better- better slut anyway!”
“Love that enthusiasm!”
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Summary: It’s been a few months since Betty’s 18th birthday and she’s adjusting well to being a woman that any older man can fuck at any time. Mr. Addams also managed to knock her up on her birthday, so her belly and breasts have started to swell.
Her boyfriend loves to play with her swollen, milky breasts and fucks her lovingly. Mr. Addams of course still has his cock in the mix, whenever and however he likes.
Join her in this world where every woman from the age of 18 on up serves the sexual desires of the men in her community. It’s just the new normal for her, but it’s a great time for us.
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(Coupons all claimed) I have set Smashwords to give 50% of the pages as a sample though :)
What if two elites had an all out sexual battle and if one won would they be able to revoke the others elite status
Normally, The Elite are pretty well spaced from each other and even when they meet, they are pretty civil, since they each have authority over other non-elite people, but not over other Elites.
Tiffany and Alycia had been his stepsisters, but after a trip to the mind blank center in the mall, they were nothing more than his willing, obedient, puppy-sluts.
“There you go. A fresh bowl of piss and cum for my favorite little puppies. Now, be good and share,” he said, handing them the bowl.
He loved watching them lap it up and growl at each other to be the one that got the most. It was almost better than fucking Tiffany in the ass while the Alycia ate her out. Almost.
He’d been over to have Crysta suck his cock five times that week and she was finally working up the nerve to ask what his name was and if he’d be interested in a date - after she swallowed his cum, of course!
“You are one fucking awesome cock-sucker.” He always said the nicest things. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind having you suck my cock under the table while I have dinner. Maybe this Saturday?” he asked.
“Oh my God! He’s asking me? This is a fucking dream come true!” she thought, reveling in the taste and vibration as his cock sprayed her tongue with cum.
When he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth, she was saying “Yes! Yes, please! Let’s go out on Saturday!” while he was still shaking the last few drops of cum on her smiling face.
It had become pretty common to see a girl on the side of the road being fucked by a man she’s probably never seen before. However, Jim was surprised to see his high school crush getting her dripping cunt fucked from behind.
“Holy shit! Vanessa’s a freeuse girl!” he shouted while pulling the car over to the side of the road.
“Hey, man, I’ve been dreaming of nailing that ass for years. Mind if I call dibs after you?”
“Go for it, dude. In fact, why don’t I pull out of this slut’s cunt and have her suck me off, you can get to work on her ass right now.”
Why do you write more of this-type-of-story instead of that-type-of-story?
Whether you’re writing for money or attention, the reason is the same: You write what the market wants to get the most out of the market.
The market loves things like “The Sexual Service Act” and “Mind Blank” stories. The loudest supporters who contact me being women, not men. The loudest of all being a self-proclaimed lesbian, which I appreciate, even if I don’t completely get the draw for her. I welcome her with open arms to go ahead and enjoy a fantasy about being dominated by men. It’s her mind, she can play in it as she likes.
I do write femdom stories. They don’t sell, they don’t get as many reblogs… they just don’t get the same level of traction. I write them because I enjoy them and despite the desires of the market and my core demographic, but at the end of the day, I devote most of my time to what my audience, in the majority, wants.
I have very little reason to respond to a niche within a niche within a niche unless it profits me in either attention or money. Sometimes I do, but again, that is despite my desire for both attention and monetary gain.
It’s the same for people writing only for the readership. They don’t have much of a reason to write a story that only two or three people are going to read. They want to maximize the return on the attention they get so they will tend to write “what sells.”
The people who enjoy the fantasy of dominating every woman or of being dominated by every man don’t really have to stop enjoying their fantasy world just because you find their fantasies odious. They are welcome to their fantasies. They are welcome to “the kink” of fantasizing about any set of circumstances that get them off. And they are welcome to an expectation of being left alone to enjoy what they enjoy, even if you don’t.
All fantasy is permissible because it is not real.
“You girls see? Kim here knows that women exist to serve cocks. She’s always on her knees, with my dick in her mouth before I even have a chance to sit down. Isn’t that right, Kimmy?”
Kim moaned a yes into his cock and went back to sucking enthusiastically.
“I just can’t win against her! I mean, I know I’m here for men to fuck, but I just can’t seem to move on cock as fast as her!” Sara said, the envy clear on her face.
While most men with eighteen and older stepdaughters let their wives get traded off to whoever wanted them, Jim kept his. Sure, he fucked the tight, nineteen year old’s asshole constantly, but he kept Grace around. She was required to stay nude at all times, shackled, and to take care of the housework. If she did a good job, he’d let her suck his cock once a week.
“He really is a great man!” she said to herself, putting more elbow grease into cleaning the floor.
Briana struggled to breathe around the thick cock ramming into her throat and tried desperately not to pass out from the hand wrapped just a little too tight around her neck. She spent more time getting fucked in the dorm commons than she spent in her own room.
She sometimes wondered if they really had to be so rough, but she figured it was really for the best. The guys needed to work out their stress and frustration in order to succeed at college life. He throat, tits, cunt, and ass were the best sources of stress relief and it was her responsibility as a student, a citizen, and a woman to make sure they were taken care of.
“It’s what they deserve. It’s what I deserve,” that part of the female pledge of allegiance came to mind before she passed out, choking on a cock that was shooting cum deep into her throat.
Before the Sexual Service Act passed, April had always told her husband her ass was “exit only.” However, since The Act allowed every man to fuck any woman any way he liked, he finally started fucking her ass on a regular basis.
“You just fucked my ass last night,” she said as he slid his cock in and out of her well-used asshole while she prepared breakfast.
“And I’ll be fucking your ass tonight, tomorrow morning, and every single time I feel like it from now on.”
“Well, it is your choice now,” she agreed.
“I’m also having a few work friends over tonight, so be ready to suck a lot of dicks,” he said before slamming deep in her ass and grunting as he came.
“Ye- yes dear. will any of them be fucking my pussy or ass?”
“There’s really nothing like a lesbian eating out your ass, you know?” he asked rhetorically.
Abigail knew he had a point. She’d been eating out other girls for as long as she’d been sexually active. Once the Sexual Service Act passed, she’d been told by more men than she could count to lick their assholes. She was skilled, practiced, and talented. Sure, she preferred women, but she’d voted yes on The Act because she also understood that she had a responsibility to society and men to serve.“
She moaned a "yes” while pushing her tongue deep into his asshole.
Scott McKenzie’s San Francisco played in the background while the stranger fucked Brooke’s tight, young pussy from behind and gripped her throat, forcing her to look deep into his eyes.
“Are… Are we going there?” she asked.
“We sure as fuck are! And I’m fucking your cunt every twenty miles, your ass every ten, and your sucking my cock while I drive!”
Sabrina had done no less than twenty “stop and frisks” before the “law” was repealed and the reparation laws were put in place.
She had to suck the dick of a random citizen for every single one of the “stop and frisks” she had performed. She also had to shoulder the “debt” of three of her male coworkers.
“I spend more time with a dick in my mouth than I ever spent with a gun in my hand,” she often joked with the other female officers.
“I was supposed to meet my friends at the bar two hours ago, but this is the fifth guy to stop me and demand a blowjob! I’m so taking the bus next time! Sure, they fuck me harder there and I’ll be lucky to have any clothes left, but at least I’ll get to the bar on time!” Haley thought, swallowing a load of cum.
“Thanks, slut. I needed that,” he said.
“No problem,” she said, getting up and dusting off her knees.
“You can pay me $500 for the tattoo I just gave you on your thigh or you can fuck my ass,” Shelby told her customer.
It wasn’t really a $500 tattoo, so she pretty much knew which option he’d choose.
“I don’t have $500. I thought you said you’d do this for me for cheap!”
“Hey! You know I could just require you to fuck my ass and pay $500. The new laws are fucking great for service providers. At least I’m letting you have a choice,” she shot back.
“Fine… I’m gonna be late getting home to my girlfriend, but she’ll probably be fine with it if I let her suck my cock clean…”
Allison’s job as an officer of the law eventually meant more tonguing assholes than it did chasing asshole perps. Of course, after a few months, it really felt better that way.
“There’s really nothing as rewarding as eating out my partner’s tight ass while she sucks off some guy who called in with an emergency erection,” she’d told the chief during her annual review.
“Services from officers like you have cut the crime rate to a quarter of what it was! I’ll have to put you up for a promotion! For now, though, why don’t you get your partner in here and show me your technique?”
Kaylah stayed at a different man’s house every single night since the Sexual Service Act passed. Like a lot of 18-year-old women, she was basically passed around the neighborhood.
She’d get out of classes, get into whichever vehicle a man told her to, get fucked in some random bedroom for the night, get dressed in some other girl’s clothes, go back to school, and repeat.
She was really getting to know all the fathers in the area. The “Daughter Swap” program was one of the best ideas. Better than any idea she’d come up with anyway.
“I wonder if he’ll feed me dinner or if this is gonna be another night with nothing but cum in my belly,” she thought. “Either way, it’s a nice bed.”
Found this and thought I’d share with you guys about what’s up with asstr (and my Broken_Arrow site on asstr):
The short story is that our main server unexpectedly crashed earlier this week. This is the server that hosts all the ASSM admin stuff and is the machine that hosts the FTP server and author management stuff.
We have a piece of equipment that lets us remotely reboot (power cycle) our servers in case something like this happens, but we can no longer access that system for some unknown reason.
We also have a secondary web server that is supposed to act as a hot (ready-to-go) standby for the primary, but that machine died a few years ago and we have yet to diagnose and repair it.
We contacted our ISP to reboot the server and rewire the network connection to the remotely controllable power strip. The latter effort failed, and the former effort resulted in the server coming back up briefly and then crashing again shortly thereafter.
Our other admin used a standby server to bring the web site back up, but apparently the backup he used was quite old. I’m not sure if we have a more recent backup. We have a server that’s supposed to perform daily automated backups, but neither of us monitor the server regularly, so it’s possible it stopped working years ago and we never noticed.
Essentially we have experienced a series of hardware issues and failures over the years, and we have managed to work around them up until this point. Presumably the hard drive in the primary server is still good so that worst case we can get the data off of it even if we can’t immediately get the server itself back operational.
The reason we haven’t repaired the hardware failures is primarily due to gross inconvenience and to a lesser degree cost. The hardware is located in the Bay Area, but none of the admins live anywhere near there. We chose that location due to low cost and reliability, but it requires a plane ticket, hotel, car rental, usually taking a vacation day from work, etc. to make a trip across the country to do in-person repairs. We used to try to get out every year or two, but our most recent trip was several years ago. Our ISP can help to an extent, but there’s a limit to how much diagnosing and repairing they can do.
At this point we’re not sure why the main server kept crashing. It could be anything from a dead CPU fan causing the machine to overheat to a hacker figuring out a remote exploit that is causing the operating system to crash.
Much like upgrading the site’s software, we have hopes and dreams of moving the site into a cloud-based architecture, but this is something that will take a bit of time and effort to pull off. If/when we get it in the cloud, we should be immune from most of these kinds of hardware failures.
The good news here is that we probably did not suffer any data loss; we just need to get the main server fixed (again, unsure if the problem is hardware or software), or we need to pull off the data from the hard drive and move all the services from the old server to a new one.
Unlike many of our systems, we get alerted automatically when the web site goes down, so we were made aware of the server problem as soon as it occurred. We’ve been working on it ever since, but the challenges of day jobs and not being physically present w/ the hardware create a difficult situation.
I will try to keep everyone updated via the newsgroups.
Professor Jordan Garner taught several math courses at the local state university, but when the Sexual Service Act passed, one of her students took her home that very day.
He fucked her senseless constantly, made her lick his toilet clean in the mornings, and pissed on her face every few days - when he wasn’t just outright making her drink his piss.
“This is so much fucking better than grading papers!” she often thought while one cheek rested on the cool porcelain and hot piss splashed on the other one.
When the guys were allowed to take the girls home for the weekend of Surprise Anal Sex Week, there were a few who got creative.
Beth spent almost the entire weekend tied to a bed while what seemed to be an endless line of cocks fucked her ass raw. She was the main attraction for two house parties that weekend.
“I bet every guy in the student ghetto has fucked my ass. Probably a few more than that!” she thought, with a sense of pride she hadn’t expected.
can you write a caption about a guy who takes a prestigious lady home (like a university professor or something), and gets her to lick his toilet. He doesn't mind blank her and constantly reminds her of her past life, but she still loves it more than her past life.
can we have more femdom freesue, submissive guys being used by an entire sorority of girls? or reverse freeuse? or how much girls became more and more hotter and beautiful as the years passed and started becoming more dominate and pleasuring guys everywhere, etc etc... ive seen all uve done using the femdom tag, kinda wanted some more
I do and will write some here and there, but they always see less reblogs, likes, and sales :( I kind of write those despite my core audience, but don’t worry, there will be more here and there.
You might check out “Morgan’s Mansion” which is about a woman with a collection of boytoys:
Officer Maria Bowman was sitting in her patrol car when the radio crackled to life, “We’ve got a 314 in need of immediate officer response at…”
Her foot was pushing the gas pedal through the floor before the address came out of the speaker.
“On my way. This is why I joined the force,” she said back to dispatch.
“I can’t believe it! A 314! Lewd behavior! I wonder if he’ll fuck me in the ass or pussy. Maybe it’s a whole gang of 314 ready men!!!” she said to herself while taking corners sharper than the corners of her perfectly pressed uniform.
“Finally! I need a fuckin’ blowjob,” the man said as she stepped out of her car, his hard cock bobbing up and down with each step he took towards her.
“Get down on the ground, cock up, sir! I said get down! I’ll handle this!”
When Savannah attended the last PTA meeting, it was decided that she’d be the designated faculty urinal for the next month. She spent twelve hours a day in a small, tiled room on her knees waiting for men to wander in and piss into her open mouth, onto her bare tits, or between her thighs. Some even shoved their hard cocks down her throat and pissed straight down into her, making her swallow every last drop.
Between the humiliation, degradation, and occasional throat fucks, she was sure she’d be begging to be the designated urinal the next month as well!
There are a few written and in the queue and a few gifs waiting for me to write stories for them :) In the meantime, theses tags might get your through:
Request: A slut is sneaking in to her masters bedroom and sucks his morning wood whilst he's sleeping without permission. As punishment, she has to be chained up and watch her master fuck other sluts for half a year. without getting any cock that she desperately need
It looks like you’ve pretty much already written it ;) LOL!
Love the mind blank stories! I'd love one where a boyfriend has his girlfriend blanked while having sex with her, looking at her face the entire time as her mind is erased, finally filling her pussy with cum as the last spark of intelligence leaves her eyes.
“Please, Mister! You’ve been fucking her ass for, like, twenty minutes and I haven’t even had a taste of your cock!” Sally whined.
“You just wait your turn. I promised to cum in your mouth just like I promised to fuck Lindsay’s ass. When I’m ready to cum, you can suck my dick,” he explained sternly.
Sally sighed. “Fine… but are you gonna cum soon? I want it in my mouth!”
“Would you shut up. I love you, bitch, but I want to enjoy his cock in my ass in peace and quiet!” Lindsay said to her friend.