"Frida's Military Gangbangs"


by J. D. Savanyu

Frida McMasters was the highest-paid news anchor in America, beloved by millions of armchair politicians and conspiracy junkies. Those obsessive "Frida heads" jerked off every single night after watching their favorite busty blonde "challenge the corrupt status quo" on the Patriot News Network. She was the most quoted "journalist" in the post-truth era, riding a tidal wave of collective cluelessness....

A TAIL TO REMEMBER
"Spank my nasty butt," she said.
Please read the standard disclaimer on Alextasy's biography page.
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"Susan. I've found another one."
My wife's head shot up, and she froze midway through zipping up her skirt. She stared at me, no doubt recognizing the subtle change in my voice, the gentle tone that belied an imminent threat. The telltale signs of her anxiety were almost instant--a reddening flush around her neck, a quickening in the rise and fall of her chest....

My Master asked me the strangest question the other day--if he could meet my parents. He asked so sweetly that I couldn't simply say no, although I was still unsure of his true intentions.
That wasn't unusual, though. I hardly ever knew what was going on in Mr. George's mind. I've spent almost every day with him for nearly two months, but he is still a mystery....

Author's note: This is the third chapter in a story involving three characters who explore the wife pursuing a D/s relationship outside of her marriage. I see this being a slow burn over time as the characters evolve and grow. Timid at first, getting more bold and adventurous as boundaries are pushed. All feedback is welcome, but certainly constructive feedback is preferred. I'll respond to anyone who wants to discuss further....

Golden Ticket Day 4: Denise
I woke with a start but something was odd. I tried to move my arms, then my legs but they were fixed. I tried to open my eyes but it was still dark.
"I told you, today you're mine."
It was Denise's voice from somewhere.
"Today, you do exactly what I tell you. As you promised you would. You're here for my pleasure to use and abuse as I wish. Understood?"...

Chapter 3 of Friends Investigate
Stephanie walked up the path to Mrs H's house, carrying her college bag, and rang the doorbell. The stern looking Mrs H opened the door and waited for Stephanie to walk through into the hallway before closing the door behind her. Once closed she demanded, "You are supposed to be at college, young lady."...

In the time that we've known each other, you've earned my love, but you haven't earned my Dominance. I don't think you understand that. A woman's Dominance needs to be earned, to be respected. It doesn't come right away; she needs to trust you as much as you trust her. Dominance can't be demanded. You are not entitled to a woman's Dominance no matter how much you want it, no matter how your gender makes you feel that the world, and women in particular, owe you. No, you must earn it. A Goddess needs to be wo...

* This is my first go at this so please be nice. Hopefully I won't get discouraged and it won't be too long before part 2.
Introduction --
It seems to me that all too often when somebody leads in to a conversation with, "So I was thinking...", the next thing said is something that will go way left of center so to speak, and this was definitely one of those times. My girlfriend Alaina's birthday was coming up and I had plans for the entire weekend mapped out, dinner after work on Friday, a nice lunch a...

This is Chapter 8 of "Brenna at The Academy". Reading all chapters in sequence is recommended for context and maximum enjoyment.
This series is a work of complete fiction and fantasy borne of the imagination. All characters and locations are fictional and any resemblance to real people, names, events or places is purely coincidental. All fictional characters are consenting adults having a good time, in safe circumstances....

Dinner for Two

"I'll be in your city for a few days," my message read to you, "Just transiting through really, but I'll be at the Grand Hyatt Hotel. Why not join me for an evening? We can have dinner and... see where things go. A friend will be with me, who is also very excited to meet you." I was worried you'd decline. Nerves, fear, anxiety. I remember all those feelings when I was still fresh-faced and innocent. To both my surprise and joy, you accepted....

General Consensus
I woke up hearing voices and being turned on my side as the familiar sound of clinking metal down around my feet startled me.
"This must be the slut Rocky was talking about. His text says to make sure she's well connected to the bars, then take her outside and clean her off good after she licks all the cum off herself and the floor," the guy said....

The air was warm, soft with the scent of blooming magnolias drifting through the half-open windows of their suite. Finals were over. The college town was buzzing with celebration, but inside their quiet apartment, Celine and Lia was chilling--just the two of them, curled up in hoodies and silk shorts, sipping jasmine tea over the low hum of lo-fi beats....

This is the second part of the Series "The Woman at the Supermarket" I suggest you read part one first.
In the first part of this story, Betty had given Mark a damn good over the knee spanking. She had just finished the spanking, and now wanted her reward.
Betty told Mark to get up and put his hands on his head. While he recovered she found the postal tube and removed one of the end stoppers. She slid out two straight rattan canes. They were both quite short at about 29 inches long, presumably cut to ...

A Saturday with my Mistress
A multipart story of a submissive with his Mistress, as seen from his viewpoint.
Chapter 1 - Arrival and preparation
I had arrived at my Mistresses home, on time and found a note: Submissive, I'm at the store. Prepare yourself, the bedroom and wait by the door, I'll be home shortly....

Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
Helen and Bob negotiate the parameters of her job. Enjoy.
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After Helen accepted the position of 'Jill Keeper', Bob asked, so when do you want to start?...

((Author note: All characters are over eighteen years of age. Hey everyone! please enjoy chapter four of the series. I know it hasn't been that long since the last update, but I had some free time over the UK bank holiday weekend and ended up writing more than I thought! Whilst I have been trying to make each chapter a little longer and more engaging than the previous ones (per your feedback), I didn't want to needlessly pad out this chapter just for the sake of having a few hundred more words. So chances a...

***** It's funny and a bit ironic that so many of the readers who commented on the previous parts of this story, noted that the relation of Bobby and Tish, was one of being "half-siblings," and not "step-siblings." That was the big issue that concerned a number of people. The subjects of coercion, incest and rape were casually accepted. As usual, I will accept all of the blame for any misspellings and literary mistakes. When I get tired of all of the two-fingered typing, the structure can seriously degrade....

Cam pounded on the pedals as he rode his bike up Crawford Street towards his girlfriend's house. His girlfriend had told him over text that she had "exciting news" and that he should come over if he was free. Cam owned a car, but for him nothing beat the endorphins of a good workout. Staying fit was a shared passion for he and Anna....

Note: This is the third chapter of a series. This is a slow-burn story, with some build up, and plenty of sexual moments along the way. Please read Chapter 1 in the series first to follow the progression.
As always, please rate and provide feedback in the comments. I really appreciate knowing if my writing moves you, and it helps me stay motivated to keep writing!...

Facing the aftermath of everything that had happened, I didn't know what to do. I so desperately wanted to call him, i felt overwhelmed with confusion and questions. I could hear his stern voice in my head," don't speak unless spoken to" so I decided to wait and see if he would contact me.
I couldn't help but recall our two encounters and how I felt so lost with it all. There were times with him I felt he was caring and compassionate, while other times he felt cold and almost cruel... he would show me af...

Exposed, wild and beautiful, Anna knelt on the sodden bed with her electrified body eagerly anticipating his next move. Craning her neck to glimpse him, she could only see Jack's head tipped to one side, almost assessing her, his hand mindlessly and languorously stroking his own hard cock from root to tip. The only thing he wore was a gentle smile as he surveyed her, ass up, knees still trembling from her last... educational orgasm....

I was contacted by a 61 year old guy last night. His first question was 'how slutty can you get?'.
I thought what kind of question is that so I told him as slutty as I need to be to get what I want.
We talked for about twenty minutes before he sent me his home address.
I told him to give me a few hours so I could get properly dressed....

Full title: Sometimes You Gotta Lick The Attitude Out Of Her
You’re in trouble; your girlfriend / wife is angry at you for forgetting your anniversary. You can’t bluff your way out of this one, how are you going to get her to forgive you, and improve her mood?
Full tags: [Humour] [Argument] [Oral] [Cunnilingus] [Pussy Worship] [Semi-Clothed] [Trying To Stay Mad At You] [Growing Arousal] [Edging] [Begging] [Speaker Orgasm] [What Were We Arguing About Again?]...

Genesis of this story. To remind you, I set out to write the perfect four-page story and end up droning on. Sorry. Enjoy. A disappointing number of comments. Thanks for those who did. Please rate and comment.
Note: Ordinary actions and dialogue are written as normal text.
Note: Italics in this story represent the internal THOUGHTS of one of the characters....

It had been another good weekend, although it felt very short to her. But then, it always did. No matter how much they crammed into a few days, the adrenaline of it kept her going until she got home and crashed.
This time they met in a southeastern coastal city where Spring had already sprung, staying in a hotel converted from an antebellum townhouse. He had flown in; she had driven -- her trip enlivened by the instructions he'd given her to wear a short skirt and her anal plug, and to stop and edge for ...

It was nine o'clock on a Thursday evening. I was bored and drunk and had sat in the chair outside my apartment hoping to people watch. The apartment complex was eerily quiet since the landlord raised the rent two months ago. I was disappointed and only a now nearly empty pack of cigarettes was around to keep me company....

Author's note:
This is the 4th and final chapter in a series about a young woman who is seduced by her boyfriend's mother.
All supportive or constructive comments and feedback are appreciated.
Main Characters
Nicole - 19 yo college freshman. 5'2", 115 pounds, dirty blonde hair, C cup.
Camille - 46 yo corporate executive. 5'9", 125 pounds, long dark hair, B cup....

"I want a beer," Clay said.
"And what else," I asked.
He had a look in his eye, then he smiled, blushing before he said the next sentence.
"Some cock," he whispered.
I was cleaning glasses, prepping for my shift turnover when he and I caught conversation. Clay, being an older, white guy, was alone and looking aloof....

I met Lynda at a camping site. I had driven there and set up my 3 person tent.
Lynda was a decade older than me but had the physique of a marathon runner. She had carried her rucsac and tent up and down 3 hills all the way to the camping site.
She pitched her one person tent near my 3 person tent. I smiled at her and she returned the smile....

I Wonder What She Meant?
This is a short tale that is not what it appears. There is no sex, sorry.
It was an innocuous conversation. To tell the truth, I don't even remember what she said, the she being Sue, a friend of my wife's. But on our way home, Linda, my wife, pondered, "I wonder what she meant?"...