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I need an aggressive man to take me and permanently turn me into his fat bottomed Amazon Queen to look after all of his needs.

Ride me hard and put me away wet. Let me wake you up every morning with a blow job or more.

I need a man to rip me out of these clothes, feminize me fully to ride me hard and fill me with his seed.  let me look after all of your needs. I so long to be somebody’s woman. 

red hair, red lingerie

warning; smut, age gap, older nat, fingering, oral sex

your parent go on vacation for a week and leave you at their friend Natasha's, one night you have a dream about her, a dream you should not be having, and you awake soon after, you walk downstairs to find her sitting there in something rather revealing...

 my parents are on vacation for the week, and they left me to stay with their friend Natasha, she’s rich and drop died gorgeous. I sort of know her, I met her 4years ago when I was 15, she always seemed mysterious to me but god knows why my parents didn’t just leave me at home I mean I am 19, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to be around her, but damn was it awkward I couldn’t explain how but it was there.

I was now lying-in bed, I had just woken up after a dream, a dream I shouldn’t have been having about Natasha, God the way she had taken control, the way she moved her hands -no stop thinking like that y/n no that’s wrong.

I turned to look at the clock, 1:31am. I feel all sweaty and horny now, I decided to go down to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, I started to walk down the stairs in my oversized t-shirt and wet (thanks to my dream) thong, I turn the corner into the kitchen to see the woman I just had a dream about sitting there in her silk black house coat hanging open so I could see her red lingerie while she drank some red wine, ‘fuck Natasha this isn’t helping’ I thought

‘’hey what you doing down here at this time?’’ she asked, pulling me out of my inappropriate thoughts.

‘’getting a bottle of water but you know I could ask the same’’ I say nodding toward her glass of wine

‘’oh, it's nothing’’

‘’the glass of wine at 1 in the morning says otherwise’’ I get a bottle of water and sit next to her at the bar stools

‘’so why are you up?’’ Natasha asks 

‘’dream woke me up’’ I answer hopping she won't ask any further questions

‘’hmm what was it about?’’ I blush not really knowing how I was going to answer that ‘’sweetie what was it about?’’ she places her cold hand on my knee it felt like a nice contrast to my now burning skin the only thing is now I feel like I can’t lie, I feel like it's just going to fall out my mouth ‘’tell me’’

‘’y-you’’ and it does

‘’me, huh?’’ she smirks

‘’can I have some of this please?’’ I’m not asking I’m stating, I need something to calm me down, to take my mind off her

‘’you sure your aloud to do that?’’

''most Definity not'' I reply as I quickly pick up her glass, just as the red liquid is about to pour into my mouth perfectly, she pulls the glass away, rude.

''ah ah ah no pretty babies like you need help to big girl things'' I want to retaliate against her, but something stops me, she's making me feel small and I can't help but let her do so ''come here detka'' Natasha says as she pat's her lap, I climb over to straddle her lap ''good girl'' God if she knew what that did to me. she puts one hand on my chin as the other brings the glass up to my lips, she pours some into my mouth while making eye contact, finding it too much I look down just now remembering what she is wearing, her boobs look so big and perfect, i don't even notice her pull the glass away ''mommy's eyes are up here detka''

my eyes snap up at the name ''mommy?'' I smile, and suddenly that feeling appeared in my stomach.

''you like that detka, mommy's baby huh?'' a moan accidentally slips passed my lips, oh that's embarrassing, I hide my face in her neck.

''staring at mommy's tits earlier, you like mommy's boobs huh?'' Nat smirks, she pulls my chin up to look at her, having no idea what to say I just look at her ''wanna touch mommy's tits?'' I blushed, Natasha takes my hand in hers and guides it up to her boobs until my hand rests upon her tit ''what'd you think detka?''

''mmmmh'' is all I can give her

''get on the counter pretty baby'' and so I climb up onto the counter just like she asked ''god mommy to eat your pretty little pussy so bad detka''

''fuck'' i groan at her words, she starts to pull my panties down and when there fully off she looks down to my pussy then up at me, Natasha crashes her lips onto mine, i moan into her mouth as our tongues start to dance, I end up pulling away for air .

Nat starts moving down my body taking my shirt off and kissing my chest all the way down to my pussy

''mmm can't wait to eat my baby out'' mommy groans

''do it then'' I dare final feeling like me again

''ohh look who got her voice back, beg'' she orders

''please please mommy please please eat my tight little pussy out please mommy plea-'' I'm stopped by her attaching her lips to my clit

''oh oh ughh mommy fuck''

''so wet for me baby'' she mumbles against me sending vibrations all thought out my body making me arch my back ''such a good girl for mommy''

''god mommy fu-'' that when we are interrupted by my phone ringing

''answer it'' she demands as she continues her attack

''WHAT Natasha are you crazy?!!?'' i yell

''baby I said answer do you want to cum? because if not you can just ignore me'' well I had to answer now

''hey sweetie'' I heard my mom's voice though my phone, shit I didn't it was her

''hi mo- oh'' i moan when Nat inserts two fingers into me, Nat chuckles at my reaction and starts to move her fingers inside me giving no mercy

''are you ok y/n?'' my mom ask with concern in her voice

''mhm'' is the only thing i respond with to scared I'll moan again

''good girl'' Nat whispers smirking up at you as she moves her move off your clit, moving her fingers faster

''ok well how's it staying at Nat's?'' my mom questioned

''great'' my voice shakes out

''great huh?'' Nat says, she then attaches her mouth to one of my nipples, making that feeling appear in my lower abdomen.

''maybe she can just keep you then'' my mom jokes

being too lost in the fog of the pleasure Nat is making me feel ''god yes, ugh she can keep me!'' I moan in reply to my mother as Natasha hits the spot that drives me crazy

''just a joke y/n'' my mom chuckles

''what would your mom think if she knew her precious little angel as lying on my kitchen counter being fuck dumb by her mommy'' she whispers in my her, biting my ear lobe.

''mom why are you calling it's really late?'' i asked trying to sound as normal as I possibly could with Natashas fingers knuckle deep inside me

''oh, sorry I forgot time difference'' she chuckles to herself

''okay mom, well I'm tired so imma go''

''oh well one last-'' that was when i hung up i was about to cum i refuse to do so with my mother on the phone

''gonna cum mommy'' i moan

''mm yeah? gonna cum all over mommy's fingers?''

''mhmmmm'' and that's when my orgasm came crashing down

''ohh baby you look so pretty when you cum for mommy'' Nat groans

''Nat do you think you could convince my parents to let me stay with you longer?'' i ask as soon as i catched my breathe.

Hypnosis Doesn’t Work.

She couldn’t be hypnotized. No person can be. It was totally her decision to get the implants. Sure, she told her boyfriend that she hated the idea but she felt it would make her happier. And she always made fun of blondes. But she just felt the need to dye her hair. Getting her nails done was a waste of time and money. But she got them done anyway.

She told her boyfriend that only whores do anal. But he hasn’t fucked her pussy in months. Big dick sucking lips were something trashy girls had. But she got the injections. Sure. Her boyfriend thought that she’d fall for his stupid hypnosis. But she didn’t. She just wanted to make those changes.

Just like she wanted to start changing all of her tops to show off her new breasts. Sure other girls who did it were sluts. But she belonged to her boyfriend. She was an independent woman who chose to be her boyfriend’s property.

Her stupid boyfriend thought he could convince her to practice looking stupid. Like she would ever give him that. She wasn’t a dumb bimbo. It just felt nice to be blank like that. To let all of the thoughts go empty. It was relaxing. Just like the stupid naps her boyfriend gave her when he tried to hypnotize her.

Now it was time for her to practice selfies in the mirror. God that made her so horny. Seeing the sexy girl in the mirror. Only stupid cunts wanted to have sex with other girls. But she wondered what another girl would taste like. Maybe she should find another girl to join them. Maybe she could find a happy, blonde, trashy, dumb cunt to share her boyfriend with.

Maybe the hypnosis would work on that girl. So she could stop tolerating her boyfriend’s kink and just suck his cock like a good girl.

Yes bring it on!!! I also want my belly to swell and my breasts to fill with milk

NSFW asks! go for it.

It’s the only way I cum now either bouncing on a toy stuck to the wall or a curved vibrator inside my & a vibrator against my soft clittie

Cum for daddy

Lending a Hand, Part 1 [MF] [Long]

Long-time reader, first-time poster. Hoping to make this a regular thing so long as people enjoy! Standard “good stuff starts here: _______” disclaimer applies.

(Upfront admission: this happened long enough ago that some aspects—a.k.a. dialogue—have gotten a little fuzzy. As such, I’ve taken a few liberties to make things read a bit more naturally. But rest assured, the recollections themselves are all true.)

I was in my senior year of university, and my course load was light. Being the go-getter that I am, I decided to get a job—specifically, one that would look good on my CV. After turning over a few rocks and talking to a few friends, I wound up getting a gig with the students’ union. Good work, cool people, and decent pay. What more could a 22-year-old want?

At first, I was sweet on one of the execs—a tall drink of “please sit on my face” named Tessa. Beyond being cute and easy to talk to, she was also the one I worked with the most. But after a couple of weeks, I found myself getting on really well with one of the other VP’s: a curvy redhead named Janice who was as bubbly as she was cool. Played in a band, told funny jokes, and rocked a delightfully tight and faded Velvet Underground t-shirt like it was going out of style.

Since I’d started at the end of May, most of the summer was spent planning the frosh week festivities: booking talent, organizing sponsors, signing up volunteers… that sorta thing. And all throughout, I continued doing my gosh darn best to endear myself to Tessa and Janice. I mean, why not, right? Worst case, I get two stellar references; best case… well, the jury was still out on that one.

September finally rolled around and frosh week went off without a hitch. By the time we got to the final day, everybody involved was buzzing from the combination of success, booze and drugs that had permeated the festivities. A B-level performer (reasonably popular amongst college students at the time) was our Friday night headliner, and man, I’ll tell ya: while some celebrities might be oversized knobheads, he was not. Genuinely great guy who was as nice off the stage as he was talented on it. I can say this with certainty because, after his performance was done and he and his band had helped us tear the stage down, he invited me, Tessa, Janice, and the rest of the team out to one of the bars to celebrate with him and the band. Awesome!

Fast-forward a couple of hours and there we are, drinking and chilling with some seriously cool dudes. Everybody’s having a great time. Out of nowhere, Tessa comes up and wraps her arms around me.

“Thank you so much,” she said. “I hope you know there’s no way we could’ve pulled this off without you.”

“Awww,” I said, returning her hug with one of my own. “It was an absolute pleasure. Working with you guys has been amazingly fun.”

You know how sometimes, even if you weren’t intending for anything to happen, things do? And oftentimes it’s the littlest thing that ends up being the difference between a best-night-ever kinda night an otherwise forgettable one? Tessa’s perfume was that thing. One moment we were hugging as friends. Then I breathed in. Instant erection. Now, I know it’s cliched to say on /r/gonewildstories at this point, but I am bigger than your average bear. By a fair bit, actually. And it didn’t take long for Tessa to figure that out, because by the time I was red in the face and stammering out an apology, she was waving it off as though it wasn’t a thing. We laughed, got another drink, and tried making small talk before deciding to head back to our table where everyone else was. Except right as we were about to turn the corner into the room they were in, Tessa grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bathroom.

She was on a mission. By the time I had both of my feet inside the single-occupant room, she’d already locked the door, set both of our drinks down on the sink, and started undoing my pants.

“Holy shit,” I said, doing my best to sum up the situation.

“This is what being a good guy gets you,” she said as she sunk to her knees and traced by cock from root to tip with her tongue. Then she smiled at me—just long enough for her eyes to tell me that this was going to be one to remember—and took as much of me into her mouth as she could.

My head fell back and my fingers tangled themselves in her hair, and it took everything I had in me not to cum right then and there. She was that good. Up and down, swirling around the top, playing with my balls: she knew exactly what she was doing and when to do it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned. She responded with a moan of her own.

I looked down to see the lower half of her face covered in saliva and pre-cum, her left hand cradling my balls, and her right hand tucked into the crotch of her jeans.

Game on.

I hauled her up off the floor and planted my lips on hers. Our first kiss was as sloppy as the blowjob had been, but easily twice as passionate. Our tongues slithered around one another and tied themselves into knots, and while they did, our hands did everything they could to keep me hard and her wet. After 20 or 30 seconds of the most intense kissing I’d experienced at that point in my life, she pulled back, looked me square in the eye and said, “Fuck me.”

The sink had just enough counter space for me to hoist her up and seat her on it. And as luck would have it, it was the absolute perfect height for fucking. So perfect that I didn’t even have to bend my knees as I eased myself into her for the first time.

“Oh fuck,” she said, grasping my head and pulling me into her neck as I went deeper. “Oh Jesus fuck. Go slow, go slow.”

I’m a big fan of purposeful thrusts. You feel more, they’re more sensual, and every amazing moment seems to last forever. So when Tessa begged me to go slow, I grabbed the back of her head, pulled her forehead into mine, and did just that. Innnnnnnnnnnnn and ooooooooooout. Innnnnnnnnnnn and ooooooooooout. After a couple of minutes of this, her pussy cream was all over my cock and all I could see were the whites of her eyes.

“Uh uh,” I said. “Look at me.”

Once she refocused her gaze, the biggest smile I’d ever seen immediately spread across her face.

“This is so fucking good,” she said. “I can’t believe how fucking good this feels.”

Innnnnnnnnnnnn and oooooooooout.

“I know,” I replied. “You have the most amazing pussy.”

“Oh my God. You’re so deep. I can't—oh God.”

“No, no. Look at me. Look me in the eye.”

“You are so fucking hot. This is so fucking hot. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“We are. You and me, fucking in a bathroom. My big cock sliding in and out of your tight, wet pussy. We’re fucking doing it, Tess. And it feels amazing.”

“Yeeesssss,” she moaned.

Despite being lost in the moment, I had the sense to realize that we’d been in there long enough for a decent line to have likely formed on the other side of the door. So I started thrusting faster.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

In and out in and out in and out in and out in and out.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she squealed. “You’re going to make me cum.”

“Yes, baby. Yes,” I said. “I’m close, too.”

“Don’t you dare pull out.”

I didn’t. A few more strokes and she was squirming all over my rod, biting my shoulder and letting out the hottest, most adorable staccato squeals. That’s what put me over the edge. After a couple more strokes, I thrust into her as hard and deep as I could, bear hugged her with all my might, and came. Oh man, did I ever cum. I don’t recall how long my orgasm lasted, but I do remember that after we regained our senses, kissed a little and laughed a bit more, a stready stream of cum waterfalled out of Tessa’s red pussy as I pulled out.

“Well that was fun,” I said, pulling my pants up.

“Fun? That was fucking amazing!” she responded.

We spent a minute or two tidying ourselves and cleaning our puddle of fluids off the floor (what? We’re Canadian). When we were done, we agreed that she’d leave first, and that I’d follow a few seconds later, mile-high-club-style. Another quick kiss and she was out the door.

I looked myself in the mirror and smiled like an idiot before opening the door and stepping out. Luckily, there wasn’t a single person waiting to use the loo. Bonus.

Beer in hand, I rounded the corner and made my way toward our companions. Apparently we’d been in the bathroom longer than I thought, because despite having arrived with 15 or so people, there only appeared to be five or six left: our celebrity matchmaker/musician friend, a couple of his bandmates, Tessa, and Janice.

I took a seat opposite the girls and smiled at them before turning to the guest of honour. As much as I wanted to cozy up to Tessa and convince her to make round two a reality, I knew well enough to play it cool. For now. So instead, I fawned over Mr. Rockster. Now normally, I’d be hella excited to shoot the shit with the guy. I owned most of his albums and considered myself a genuine fan. But the more we talked, the more I felt eyes boring into me from the other side of the table. So the next time I took a sip of my pint, I casually looked across to see what was up.

Tessa, still wearing her biggest-ever smile, was chatting up the bass player. But Janice… was staring right at me.

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