Whenever April went for a walk through the local park, she’d find herself sprawled out on the ground with a cock pounding into one of her holes at least once before her walk was over.
A man she’d never met before had run up to her, pushed her to the ground, and started fucking her face. It took her a moment to adjust, but she settled in for what felt like would be a hard and quick throat fucking.
“Sorry to be so hard on you, but I’m trying out this new exercise regimen. You run around and fuck as many sluts as you can in a thirty minute period.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet a guy concerned about staying fit. Maybe I should get his number after I swallow,” she thought.
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Even at fancy parties, when dressed in your finest clothes, it’s okay to get down on your knees and suck the nearest cock. In fact, it’s preferred.
Don’t worry about getting your dress dirty, the men will be tearing it apart, cumming on the shreds, and sending you home barely dressed when they’re done with you.
Remember, especially when in polite company, it’s best to have a cock in your mouth like any well-mannered slut.
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“When I married your father, I became the woman of the house and you will learn to respect me even if I have to get out my strap-on and fuck that respect into you every day,” Amelia said to her nineteen-year-old stepdaughter.
She’d read all about it in “Modern Stepmothering Monthly” and was sure that Doctor Julia Simon’s method for establishing dominance in a household with an adult stepdaughter was the best method.
“After I am finished with your ass and cunt, you will clean this dildo with your whore mouth, then you’ll be eating me out while I watch my soaps. And I don’t want to hear one peep of complaint out of you or the ball-gag will go right back in and we’ll be right back here again.”
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Some people are just naturally dominant, able to use charm and charisma to take charge of any situation and leave those around them pleading for their controlling hand.
For the rest of us, there’s Modern Stepmothering Monthly.
The proper way to introduce yourself to a gentleman is to take his cock out of his pants, get it hard, and deepthroat it for as long as you can. Letting him know right away how pleasing one of your holes can be lets him know who and what you really are.
If he feels like fucking you more after that, great! If he doesn’t, offer your number in case he wants to use you later. He’ll let you know when you can be useful to him.
A few weeks of being used as a set of holes for his cock and it might even be appropriate for you to tell him your name.
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For Diana, there was nothing as invigorating as going for a long hike in the woods with her friends. The best part was that she didn’t have to carry any of her own water! Since she was a woman, she’d just wait for one of the guys to take a piss and catch it in her mouth.
“You have no idea how much of a pain it is to truck your own water on these fifty-mile hikes, slut,” John said while pissing into her mouth.
She swallowed the mouthful and waited a moment hoping he’d piss a bit more. When he didn’t, she looked up into his eyes and said, “Oh, I know. I’m just glad I don’t have to anymore. Piss drinker for life here!”
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“So, like, my first semester at college my roommate was bragging about taking a big lolly in her pussy all semester. So… I was hoping you’d help me get this huge one in my pussy and then my ass. My friend, Diana, says she’ll record it. If you help me out, I’ll be your sex slave all summer… Diana will too!” she says to you.
“Wait! Me too?” Diana asks.
“C'mon! He’s been staring at your tits all day,” Amy says.
“Fine… I’ll be your sex slave too… So… will you cram that thing up both her holes? Please?” Diana begged.
You think it’s probably going to take some muscle relaxants and a tub of Crisco, but it should be worth it.
“You give up before it goes in and you’re both still mine for the summer,” you say.
“It’s a deal!”
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When she answered the advertisement in the local paper, she thought being “living sculpture” would be a pretty easy job.
It turned out that she’d be tied into various positions for hours at a time, seven days a week. She’d be touched, fondled, and fingered by her employer, the staff, and his guests.
At the end of every day, her employer would bend her over and fuck her raw until she was begging to be allowed to cum.
“It’s not as easy as I thought it would be, but it’s way more fun,” she told her boyfriend after the first week.
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Miranda wasn’t sure she even owned a pair of pants, a skirt, or even a pair of panties that wasn’t torn to shreds. Ever since she’d turned eighteen, men had been ripping apart anything covering her holes and fucking her as they pleased. It usually pleased them to fuck her tiny ass while she whimpered and moaned.
“Yeah! My dick too big for your ass, slut?” the stranger who had walked into her home, spat on her asshole, and shoved his cock in without even introducing himself asked.
“Ye-yeah! It’s so big, Mister! You’re… you’re gonna wreck it!” she said.
She knew she could handle it, but it always made them cum faster when she acted like it was the first time she’d ever had a cock in her ass.
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You’re welcome to take things as far as you and the other people involved are willing to take it, but keep it all on the up and up and keep it consensual.
Erika generally traveled as “useful baggage” when taking the train. It cut her ticket price in half, so it was worth it.
Of course, her legs, arms, cunt, and asshole were all in amazing pain by the time every man on the train had fucked her and her jaw ached so much that she barely spoke during most of her vacations.
“It’s okay though. I wasn’t going to say anything interesting anyway. Better to just give the locals a nice set of tourist holes to fuck and stay quiet until I go home,” she often told her friends when she got back from her vacations.
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When her daughter turned eighteen and started getting almost all of the cock that came to the house, Shannon started to feel a little down. That was before she found out that men still loved getting a rim job and a reach around from her to fluff them for her daughter.
“Nothing like an older slut with her tongue up your ass and her hand on your cock to really get you ready to fuck her daughter,” yet another man said.
“Gosh! It’s just good to be useful,” she thought.
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When two men are having a conversation you can still participate. Grab hold of a dick in each hand, stroke them, let the men play with your tits, and keep your interruptions to a minimum.
They might even let you service their cocks with one of your holes, if you’re patient, impressive, and make it clear you’re ready to be used at any moment that is convenient for them.
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“Oh. Hey, Betty. Already sucking dick? You could have woke me up before you put my dick in your mouth,” he said.
She just looked up at him, hummed a little, and kept deep throating his cock. She’d been like that pretty much since the moment she turned eighteen. There was just nothing he could do to stop her from coming right over to his house to suck him awake every single morning.
“Well, I was going to cum anyway. Might as well let you swallow it.”
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Amelia still couldn’t quite believe what had happened. She’d been a bridesmaid at her sister’s wedding when The Act passed. The next thing she knew, she was getting fucked in the ass by her sister’s groom while he gripped her tits and tore apart her dress.
He’d even given her sister to some other guy and decided to take her with him to Hawaii on the ‘honeymoon’ instead of his bride.
“Guess some girls just have what it takes and some girls are my little sister,” she thought. “I’m so rubbing this in her face when I get home.”
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I am working on Vanessa, The Girl With A Dick (Deep Throat Memorial Week): A Kinky College Story, which will be the next short story following Vanessa’s adventures during the Kinky College’s special event weeks. These are side-stories that run parallel to the main Kinky College stories.
The first one, Vanessa, The Girl With A Dick (Surprise Anal Sex Weel): A Kinky College Story, is available on Amazon and Smashwords:
Crystal’s wedding day had been the same day the Sexual Service Act passed. It wasn’t long before she was naked, collared, and sucking a stranger’s cock while her groom was busy fucking every single one of her bridesmaids in turn.
“Dude! Your new wife is a fucking cock sucking dream come true! Wish I could keep her,” the man said.
“Go ahead. With the Act passed, I can just stop over and fuck her whenever. Plus, have you seen the tits on her big sister? I’m gonna take her on the ‘honeymoon’ instead and fuck those knockers right off.”
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Professor Rachel Bryant must give the male students who fuck her ass at least one time during the semester a perfect passing grade for her class, even if they never turn in any homework or tests. Sure, they could fuck her tits for a B or her pussy for a C, but they need to keep their GPAs up, so up her back door it is!
The administration assures her that it’s as good a measure of the skills the students will need as any exam could possibly be and since they have several studies to back up their claims, she has to believe them.
However, can her ass survive another year of hundreds of students pounding into it every semester? For that matter, can it even survive that massive one a student just pulled out of his pants?
Summary: Professor Rachel Bryant must give the male students who fuck her ass at least one time during the semester a perfect passing grade for her class, even if they never turn in any homework or tests. Sure, they could fuck her tits for a B or her pussy for a C, but they need to keep their GPAs up, so up her back door it is!
The administration assures her that it’s as good a measure of the skills the students will need as any exam could possibly be and since they have several studies to back up their claims, she has to believe them.
However, can her ass survive another year of hundreds of students pounding into it every semester? For that matter, can it even survive that massive one a student just pulled out of his pants?
***
Rachel Bryant pulled her black hair back into a tight ponytail, straightened out her skirt, and knelt down to the floor to collect the scattered papers she was supposed to be grading that day. Under one, she found her missing glasses, and within a few minutes, she had all of them, what few there were, held tightly against her breasts.
She winced as she took a seat behind her desk, her round ass still aching from the latest student to choose the “back door” option to get a perfect score in her class, without doing any homework or taking any tests.
“Sure, they could fuck my tits for a B or my pussy for a C, but who’s going to get a lower grade when it’s just as easy for them to fuck me in the ass and get a perfect score? Almost no one,” she thought.
When she’d first received the updated grading criteria, a few years before, she’d thought it was a joke. She couldn’t believe that she and her fellow female professors would be getting fucked up the ass in exchange for giving their male students better grades.
Meanwhile, her male peers were getting blowjobs from nearly every single one of their female students. She tried to argue that it wasn’t fair, but the board of deans made it clear that they considered the system to be fair and equal for the male and female professors.
“And how is that even an effective metric for learning?” she’d asked.
That’s when they pulled out a stack of studies conducted over several years, in several locations, and with as much precision as any set of studies she’d ever seen that correlated success in the workplace with either passing grades in classes or having sex with the professors.
“Both activities effectively measure the quality of graduate the university produces, so it’s only fair we offer both methods of metric to the students,” she’d been told.
No matter how many times she looked over the studies and the results, she couldn’t find a flaw with their methods or their conclusions, even if her aching ass argued that it couldn’t possibly be right.
She glanced at the nearly empty bottle of lube on her desk and frowned.
“Guess I’ll have to go down to Office Supplies and get another bottle. Didn’t I just get this one a week ago? Fuck me! I don’t know if I can keep this up. More male students and fewer female students sign up for my classes every semester and more choose the back door option since it’s the fastest way to an A,” she mumbled to herself while aimlessly shuffling the few exams she had to grade.
She reached down the back of her skirt, wondered which student had left with her panties that day, and gently prodded her asshole, wincing at the shock of pain from the tender flesh.
“It might not be so bad if it was more spread out, but so many of them wait until the last couple of weeks to get the grade. I’ll see if I can get the deans to approve a sign-up calendar next semester. Get the students spread out more evenly and give my ass some time to recover between students,” she thought.
“Hi, Doctor Bryant,” a deep voice said, pulling her out of her own thoughts.
She looked up to see a young man who stood a little over six feet tall in front of her desk.
“I’m Michael… From your Thursday night class, at seven,” he said.
“Right,” she said, pulling up the class list for that class and looking through the names. “Michael… Simmons, Hudson, or Jones?”
“Michael Simmons, Ma'am.”
She pulled up his file and looked over his grades or rather his lack of grades. He’d turned in a few assignments at the beginning of the semester, but like most freshmen, he’d stopped after the first two weeks. Once it really sunk in that they could just fuck ‘the professor’s ass and get an A’ they didn’t see any point in putting in a lot of work studying.
“Hm… I guess you’re here for the al-ter-nate..”
She looked up from the monitor to see him already stroking his massive cock, the head and a bit of the rod poking up over the edge of her desk.
“Yeah. I’m here to get an easy A,” he said.
Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open for a second while a few thoughts sped through her mind.
“Fuck! That’s the biggest fucking cock I’ve ever seen,” she thought. “It’s got to be over a foot long and it’s almost as thick as a can of soup! He wants an A? An A? He wants to put that monstrosity up my ass?”
She blinked a few times, shook her head a little, swallowed heard and said, “I… I see.”
“Yeah, I kind of had a lot of stuff come up this semester, so I know I’m way behind on the work. Good thing I can get caught up by fucking your behind,” he said.
Whenever your daughter’s eighteen and older friends come over, it’s important that you show them they are welcome in your home. Fondle and grope them as soon as they enter the door. Let them bounce on your cock until they’re tired. Remember, a girl really knows she’s welcome if you fuck and then cum on her tits.
Sure, it can get a little tiring, but it’s your responsibility as an older man. Be sure to fuck their tight assholes before they leave your home as well. It’ll give them a reminder for days about how welcome they are in your home.
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“When I married your father, I became the woman of the house and you will learn to respect me even if I have to get out my strap-on and fuck that respect into you every day,” Amelia said to her nineteen-year-old stepdaughter.
She’d read all about it in “Modern Stepmothering Monthly” and was sure that Doctor Julia Simon’s method for establishing dominance in a household with an adult stepdaughter was the best method.
“After I am finished with your ass and cunt, you will clean this dildo with your whore mouth, then you’ll be eating me out while I watch my soaps. And I don’t want to hear one peep of complaint out of you or the ball-gag will go right back in and we’ll be right back here again.”
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Jenna looked around the classroom at the rest of the eighteen and nineteen-year-old girls sucking, fucking, and moaning as men used them.
She’d wondered why the school had moved all the girls who were eighteen or older to the old school building on the other side of town a few months before. It had been used for in-house suspension, but became the “Female Educational Meeting Area.”
Once The Act passed, it became obvious why they’d all been placed into the building. Men came in off the streets to fuck them all day long and their “classes” became little more than orgies.
“Man! I love Double-Anal-Day!” one of the men shouted.
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Shyanne worked as a stripper for a while but found it was a lot more profitable to work as a party urinal.
All she had to do was kneel in the middle of a room for a few hours, keep her mouth open, and let random men piss into it. If she swallowed a few times, they usually even added a tip to her fee.
“I mean, I was just going to hang out with my roommates, probably getting used as a urinal for them anyway. At least this way, I get to make a few bucks,” she told her best friend.
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Kelli and Heather had been out shopping for shoes together when the salesman took a special interest in them. He had them both mind blanked that very day and brought them home.
He didn’t bother with much conditioning, preferring to have them empty and horny. The tech added the preference to sit with their knees behind their shoulders as a little extra service.
He loved watching the two mindless sluts on his couch, holes on display, and stroking their constantly wet cunts almost as much as he liked fucking them.
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Have you ever thought of doing a story where they upload a vintage holocade girl in to a person in the future
It had passed through my mind once or twice, but I prefer the PsyCopy Chair to be a one-way process. You can put copies of human minds into computers, but you can’t put that copy back into a flesh and blood body.
Edit - Though I am toying with the possibility of the copies being placed in gynoid bodies.
I am currently working on another addition to the “fucking for grades” themed stories. This is another one focused on the professor, though this time a female one.
In Her Back Door To Better Grades (tentative title), Professor Rachel Bryant must give the male students who fuck her ass at least once in the semester a perfect passing grade for her class, even if they never turn in any homework or tests. Sure, they could fuck her tits for a B or her pussy for a C, but they need to keep their GPAs up, so up her back door it is!
The administration assures her that it’s as good a measure of the skills they’ll need as any exam could possibly be and since they have several studies to back up their claims, she has to believe them.
However, can her ass survive another year of hundreds of students pounding into it every semester?
As a soon-to-be mother-in-law, it’s important that you help the bride stay stress-free before she walks down the aisle, says “I do,” and get’s gangbanged by every man on your side of the family.
If the bride is overcome with anxiety, tell her to get her legs spread, her panties out of the way, and show her how your tongue can make the stress melt away.
She’ll thank you and you’ll get a chance to use her before everyone else. It’s a win all around!
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So, for like voting in general. Almost half of people just dont vote, women included. So, Every single female in like the country or whatever voted for the act? All of then How is that possible? Am I over thinking this? Because that has me really really confused
You’re not paying attention to what’s written. It is literally stated that every single woman voted yes. So, in the fictional world of the Sexual Service Act, every single woman voted yes. That’s how fiction works.
Just like how wizards exist in Harry Potter stories because the author wrote that they exist. Or that transporters work in Star Trek because it’s written in the script that they work.
The “facts” of fictional worlds are as the author describes them.
Literally, every woman showed up and voted yes on the Sexual Service Act. That is a fact in the fictional world I’ve created. Period. End.
I will not answer questions in this line again. They will simply be deleted.
Men didn’t start fucking women as hard and rough as they always wanted to on the first day of the Sexual Service Act. Well, most men didn’t.
However, as time went on, men started indulging in their fantasies of fucking women hard and making it feel as good for themselves as they possibly could.
Within two months of The Act passing, just about every woman had learned what it was like to be ass fucked hard, fast, and rough. Most had been choked while fucked, and had even had their pussies drilled raw and hard enough to make them beg to be fucked in the ass for a week after, just to give their cunts a rest.
It was a new world. One that every single one of them had voted into existence. One that was much better than they could have possibly hoped.
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Professor Gerald Hoges is getting bored and a little disillusioned with all the girls in his classes who choose sexual acts for grades instead of putting in the time on the homework.
As per the college rulebook, he is required to accept blowjobs in exchange for high marks on assignments. At first, it was fun, but he misses having students who were invested in getting an education…
Summary: Professor Gerald Hoges is getting bored and a little disillusioned with all the girls in his classes who choose sexual acts for grades instead of putting in the time on the homework.
As per the college rulebook, he is required to accept blowjobs in exchange for high marks on assignments. At first, it was fun, but he misses having students who were invested in getting an education…
Is there anything that can really cheer him up?
***
Gerald, Professor Gerald Hoges that was, sat at his desk going over the few papers that had actually been turned in. He ran a hand over his bald head, remembering for a moment the thick, long locks of brown hair he’d had when he started teaching.
“I used to think that people coming to college really wanted to learn, but it’s really just so much business. It’s more about the college collecting money than it is about providing a truly educational experience,” he thought. “Look at this! Thirty papers out of a class of a hundred students and twenty-nine of those are from all of the guys in class! One girl! One girl turned in her assignment! The rest all chose to-”
A soft knock on the frame of his open door snapped him out of his thoughts. Looking up, he saw one of his students. She was leaning against the door, her slender hips jutting to one side, her small breasts pushed forward by some hidden wired bra, and her face a little slack as she chewed gum.
“Um, like, Mr. Hoges. I didn’t turn in my paper and I didn’t come in earlier, but I was wondering if I could-”
“Turn in your paper now? Sure, I’ll just have to deduce ten per-”
“What? No! I’m wondering if I can still, like, give you a blowjob and, like, get full credit?”
“Of course… Yeah, you can still do that… Miss Andrews?” he said.
“Rock! That’s me, Molly Andrews!” she squealed with a little jump, then fell to her knees, unzipped him, and pulled his cock out of his pants and into her mouth.
He sighed and watched his slowly hardening member start to stretch her lips while she worked his cock with her mouth and played with his balls with one of her slender hands.
The countless blowjobs from under-performing students had been exciting at first, but after a few years, it just became more bullshit he had to put up with while working as a professor.
“You know, you could just do your homework. You’d get better grades on your tests and you wouldn’t have to suck me off just to pass,” he said.
She popped her mouth off his cock for a moment and looked up at him. A thin line of her drool hung the tip of his cock to her lower lip, her eyes were a bit vapid, even though they sparkled with youth, and he wondered if she was trying to think over what he said or just trying to think, period.
“No. That’s okay. I prefer sucking cock to reading textbooks anyway,” she said and went back to sucking his dick.
She was good at it, at least. A lot of the girls who chose sucking dick to doing homework either weren’t very skilled or only put in enough effort to get the grade.
He sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
“There are more girls like her every year. If this keeps up, my dick is going to wear out,” he thought but resigned himself to the situation.
“I’m supposed to tell you girls that anal sex is an option this semester instead of the final exam, but I understand if you don’t want to and you’d rather just study and take the tes-”
“I’ll do it! You want my ass now or near the end of the semester?”
He sighed and pushed her mouth back down on his cock. “The end of the semester. That’s fifteen of you girls I’ll be fucking in the ass instead of grading already and it’s only the fourth week…”
He grabbed hold of a handful of Molly’s light-brown hair with each hand and started pounding her face down on his cock while thrusting his hips forward.
It wasn’t like Miranda decided to be a piss slut, it just sort of happened over the course of her life.
On her eighteenth birthday, the line in front of the bathroom was too long, so one guy just pissed in her mouth and the next thing she knew, she spent the rest of her birthday party as a public urinal for every guy there.
She choked and gagged the first few times, but she got used to it a lot faster than she thought she would.
After that, it was piss in her mouth every single day, from her friends, her teachers, her neighbors, and even strangers.
“Well, at least I know what I’m good for,” she thought, smiling up at the stranger pissing into her open mouth.
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Like most girls at college, Maria never wore more than a pair of shoes, her glasses, and some accessories. Clothes were optional and she took full advantage of the option to go completely naked whenever possible.
Even in her own dorm room, she made sure to be ready and willing for any man who happened to stop by. It was just good manners and it was fun!
“Fuck! I love living in a college town! I know I can always stop by the local dorm and face fuck some slut after I’ve been out to the bar,” he said.
She was just glad he’d stopped by to fuck her face.
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“There’s a good reason that you sluts are no longer allowed to wear panties to class once you turn eighteen. It’s important that you make sure all of your holes are easily accessible for men at all times. As you see here, I had Mariah here over my desk, her skirt up, and my cock pounding her pussy in little more than three seconds. It might have taken me as much as five or six if she’d had panties in the way,” Mr. Dowin lectured.
The students in his class took down notes furiously, trying to write down every one of his wise words. They’d all fought hard to get into Cunnus University, the famous slut finishing school and they weren’t about to waste the chance to better themselves.
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Professor Gerald Hoges is getting bored and a little disillusioned with all the girls in his classes who choose sexual acts for grades instead of putting in the time on the homework. As per the college rulebook, he is required to accept blowjobs in exchange for high marks on assignments. At first, it was fun, but he misses having students who were invested in getting an education… Is there anything that can really cheer him up?
This one is written much more from the male perspective (unlike a lot of my other stories).
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Here’s the working beginning, raw and barely edited:
Gerald, Professor Gerald Hoges that was, sat at his desk going over the few papers that had actually been turned in. He ran a hand over his bald head, remembering for a moment the thick, long locks of brown hair he’d had when he started teaching.
“I used to think that people coming to college really wanted to learn, but it’s really just so much business. It’s more about the college collecting money than it is about providing a truly educational experience,” he thought. “Look at this! Thirty papers out of a class of a hundred students and twenty-nine of those are from all of the guys in class! One girl! One girl turned in her assignment! The rest all chose to-”
A soft knock on the frame of his open door snapped him out of his thoughts. Looking up, he saw one of his students. She was leaning against the door, her slender hips jutting to one side, her small breasts pushed forward by some hidden wired bra, and her face a little slack as she chewed gum.
“Um, like, Mr. Hoges. I didn’t turn in my paper and I didn’t come in earlier, but I was wondering if I could-”
“Turn in your paper now? Sure, I’ll just have to deduce ten per-”
“What? No! I’m wondering if I can still, like, give you a blowjob and, like, get full credit?”
“Of course… Yeah, you can still do that… Miss Andrews?” he said.
“Rock! That’s me, Molly Andrews!” she squealed with a little jump, then fell to her knees, unzipped him, and pulled his cock out of his pants and into her mouth.
He sighed and watched his slowly hardening member start to stretch her lips while she worked his cock with her mouth and played with his balls with one of her slender hands.
The countless blowjobs from under-performing students had been exciting at first, but after a few years, it just became more bullshit he had to put up with while working as a professor.
“You know, you could just do your homework. You’d get better grades on your tests and you wouldn’t have to suck me off just to pass,” he said.
She popped her mouth off his cock for a moment and looked up at him. A thin line of her drool hung the tip of his cock to her lower lip, her eyes were a bit vapid, even though they sparkled with youth, and he wondered if she was trying to think over what he said or just trying to think, period.
“No. That’s okay. I prefer sucking cock to reading textbooks anyway,” she said and went back to sucking his dick.
She was good at it, at least. A lot of the girls who chose sucking dick to doing homework either weren’t very skilled or only put in enough effort to get the grade.
He sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
“There are more girls like her every year. If this keeps up, my dick is going to wear out,” he thought but resigned himself to the situation.
“I’m supposed to tell you girls that anal sex is an option this semester instead of the final exam, but I understand if you don’t want to and you’d rather just study and take the tes-”
“I’ll do it! You want my ass now or near the end of the semester?”
He sighed and pushed her mouth back down on his cock. “The end of the semester. That’s fifteen of you girls I’ll be fucking in the ass instead of grading already and it’s only the fourth week…”
He grabbed hold of a handful of Molly’s light-brown hair with each hand and started pounding her face down on his cock while thrusting his hips forward.
“No reason to go easy on her, just because I’m going through a bit of ennui,” he thought. “Maybe she’ll even rethink taking it in the ass instead of taking the exam if I’m rough enough with her face and throat now.”
He pulled her head back, leaving just the tip of his thick cock between her lips, her drool soaking her thin shirt, then slammed her head down, thrusting his cock into the back of her throat. The feel of her twitching and gagging, trying to make room for his rod, was familiar. Countless other young women had done the same thing before.
“Oh… You’re… you’re busy…” a soft voice said from his doorway.
“Don’t look at me like that. You know how it is. There has to be at least one redhead tied into ‘Full-Service Position’ in every hostel at all times. And this is your shift. You’ll only be here fourteen or fifteen hours.”
“I know! I voted yes for the ICHR just like everyone else. It’s just that I had a date tonight and-”
“Well, think of it this way. Now you have a 'date’ with about thirty horny foreigners instead.”
* (Irish Carnal Hospitality Regulations)
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Caroline, Monika, and Kristen weren’t really his sex slaves. They could always tell him no. However, since there were so few men left in the world, if they wanted any chance of being bred, they had to follow his orders.
“The one who pleases me most today will be bred. The one who pleases me least will sleep in the cage,” he said. “Now, kneel and tell me you understand.”
“We understand, sir,” they said in chorus, falling to their knees and prostrating themselves before him.
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When Martin was nineteen, his mother remarried and he got a new stepfather. Despite already being away at college, Martin was forced to return home, due to an odd clause in the Sexual Service Act.
Since stepfathers had legal control over all stepchildren below the age of twenty-three and above the age of eighteen, Martin had to do what his new stepfather ordered.
It wasn’t long before Martin was legally declared a woman and renamed Marissa. By the time she was twenty, her new stepfather had even used her college savings to get his new sex toy sexual reassignment surgery.
Marissa was no longer Martin. She was a toy for a man to use. A set of holes made, or remade, for cock. And since she was now a woman, her stepfather could keep her as a house slut for as long as he liked.
“I guess this is how all those women I fucked at college felt,” she thought. “No wonder they all thanked me!”
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Summary: Jane is trying to figure out what to wear on a date and nothing in her wardrobe will do. She hasn’t got enough money to buy a new outfit, but an advertisement for selling a copy of her mind and body to a holocade offers the chance to get enough to really impress her date.
Will she go through with it? What’s it like being measured and copied? If she does sell her copy, what will it be like for the AI that exists, potentially forever, to serve men as a toy in a holocade?
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While the DJs on the radio chattered in the background, Jane pushed the clothes in her closet back and forth, trying to find something fun and sexy to wear on her date. She wanted to impress Tyler and nothing in her closet looked impressive. Despite her small waist, luscious brown hair, round ass, perky tits, and toned body, she didn’t underestimate the value of a great outfit.
“Ugh! How am I supposed to get him to fuck my brains out when all I’ve got is this crap!” she shouted while grabbing an armload of clothes and tossing them to the corner of her bedroom.
She knelt down and pawed through the floor of her closet, tossing shoes and boots behind her.
“I don’t have enough in the bank to get a new outfit and payday is three days away!” she said.
She stood up, turned, threw a stiletto at the wall where it stuck, and plopped down on her bed where she frowned at the ceiling.
“If I could just get a little money right now, I’d have Tyler wrapped around my little finger tonight and I’d be wrapped around his co-”
“Looking for a little extra cash?” a commercial on the radio asked. “You can get cash right now. All you have to do is visit Bill’s Holocade and sign up to have a copy of your mind and a digital version of your body stored on the Holocade machines! Get the cash you need today and all it costs you is a couple hours!”
“Holocades? I’ve heard of those. I don’t know though. Leaving a copy of myself for guys to fuck for a few quarters whenever they want… seems a little sketchy… but I do need the money,” she thought.
“Not only did I get some cash, but now it’s almost like I’m famous!” a girl supposedly being interviewed chirped on the radio. “I mean, guys from all over come to play with my copy in the Holocade! It’s great!”
“Oh! I’m so happy that random guys get to fuck a copy of my body and brain all day,” Jane mocked. “As if!”
She curled up on her side and stared at the posters on her wall, letting her thoughts come and go for a while.
“Well, Cindy said she did the holocade thing and it was easy money… Maybe it’s not so bad,” she thought, remembering a conversation she’d had with her best friend a week before. “She even said she’d gone around to a few different holocades the same day to make more money…”
Jane sat up on the bed and twirled a lock of her brown hair around one of her fingers while staring into the mirror across the room. The commercial for Bill’s Holocade played on the radio again.
“Really? Are you going to advertise that every ten minutes?” she thought, though she found herself jotting down the phone number and address anyway.
“I can’t believe I’m really going through with this,” was the thought she had during the phone call, the drive to the holocade, and even while she was stripping and getting into the 3d scanner room.
She looked around at the glass walls, ceiling, and even the floor. Behind the thick glass, there were cameras, laser heads, and what looked like random gears to her.
“Just relax and stand naturally. We’ll have you lift your arms and spread your legs after the first scan, then we’ll take a few more measurements. After that, it’ll just be a few minutes in the PsyCopy chair,” the technician said over the intercom.
A moment later, the room was filled with the sounds of whirring gears, rolling belts, and a loud buzz. Lights and small pinprick lasers flashed and slid over her naked body, leaving her blinking and staring at staring blue and green lines.
“First scan complete,” the technician said. “Please stand with your legs as far apart as you comfortably can and lift your arms above your head.”
She did as she was told and another round of sounds an lights followed. After a few more positions and poses, she was instructed to exit through a door to her left. Inside was a small, stainless steel table surrounded by instrumentation that looked a lot like dildos and butt-plugs to her.
The technician, she thought his name was Joe, walked in through the other door and waved at the table.
“Just hop up there and we’ll take the last few measurements.”
The cold, sterile metal of the table chilled her from her firm ass, all the way to the top of her head. She winced, then leaned back, wondering what the last few measurements would entail, though the instruments around her gave her a solid clue. She put her feet into the stirrups and waited for Joe to begin the final measurements.
Joe pulled a bottle of lube out of a drawer and slicked it over the two devices positioned between her legs. After he had them positioned in front of her wet pussy and puckered asshole, just barely pressed against each, he moved to the one above her head. After pushing her head back and pushing the tip of it just inside her mouth, he walked away to the control panel near the wall.
The three phallic tools thrust into her body all at once, filling her ass, cunt, and throat with what felt like hard, plastic cock. She screamed into the one in her mouth, but her voice was muffled. Each of the tools began to pulse, both with changing width and with bright blue lights. It took her a moment to realize the one in her mouth and throat was hollow with holes at both ends, allowing her to breathe, barely.
Jane is trying to figure out what to wear on a date and nothing in her wardrobe will do. She hasn’t got enough money to buy a new outfit, but an advertisement for selling a copy of her mind and body to a holocade offers the chance to get enough to really impress her date.
Will she go through with it? What’s it like being measured and copied? If she does sell her copy, what will it be like for the AI that exists, potentially forever, to serve men as a toy in a holocade?
“Oh. Hey, George. How’s my ass today?” Bailey asked the man who had walked up and shoved his cock into her already over-fucked asshole.
“Perfect, as always,” he said. “Love it when you’re already stretched out from a few other guys. Gives me just enough room to fuck you without feeling like my dick is gonna chafe off.”
“You say the sweetest things,” she said, blushing a little. “Hey, after you cum… Would… Would you like to get coffee or something?”
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When Tiffany decided to travel abroad, she knew there would be cultural and legal differences.
She hadn’t, however, realized that the latest country she’d decided to backpack through had public urination laws. Specifically, men were allowed to piss in public, as long as it was into the mouth, onto the face, or on the tits of a woman.
She also hadn’t realized that all women were to make themselves available for men to use as public urinals whenever it was required. The first time it happened to her, the cops had to explain that she’d broken the law by refusing. She spent a day chained in a public restroom, used by countless men.
“Well, no matter what, I’m not cutting my vacation short,” she thought while being pushed to her knees for yet another strange man to piss into her mouth. “Even if I am starting to get a taste for piss…”
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“Everything about the male body is beautiful. Everything about the male body is wonderful. Everything about the male body deserves your worship…” the recording repeated as yet another man rubbed his ass up and down her face.
Alicia’s head was strapped into place so she couldn’t move. Her mouth was held open with an o-ring and a pair of clips kept her tongue out. All she could do was experience the humiliation and the taste of his ass.
“I’m glad I signed up for this slut training camp,” she thought. “I can just tell that I’ll finally be treating men the way they deserve once I’m done here!”
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When he visited the Living Fuck Doll facility, he was surprised to find Mackenzie pushed to the back of a shelf. She’d been there, waiting to be leased for nearly a year after she’d had the implant installed.
Sure, it kept her unconscious and nourished, so she was fine, but she’d been missing out on potential income the entire time.
“Well, I can’t see why no one has leased a fine piece of ass like you,” he said, throwing her over his shoulder. “Taking you home today!”
He’d wondered what happened to her when she vanished her second year at college. He should have figured it was the Living Fuck Doll program or the Orifice Leasing program. That’s where most girls went when they decided to make some money and take time off university.
“She was a top student too. Smart and sexy. I’ll have to keep my eyes open for more like her while I teach my classes.”
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