Short Stories written for fun

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[antyhowacc]

Sneaky Shenanigans

Maisie suspected something was amiss when her boyfriend told her he was tired and wanted to call it a night. He was the kind of guy that could game until wee hours of the morning and had, multiple times, hung out so late with her that they had to wait for the first train in order to go home.

It was barely even 11pm now.

However, despite Maisie’s objections, he was persistent, and Maisie couldn’t help but go along with it. After all, they were at a staycation with friends, and it wasn’t nice to cause a scene.

They had chosen a really nice hotel, with great facilities, but with that also came a price tag that they couldn’t really afford being the students everyone there was at the time. So they decided to share an upgraded room together, even though it was clear that the two couples (out of the 5 people there) would much prefer to have their own rooms.

Retreating to their single bed on the far side of the room, Maisie nested comfortably under the blanket, the alcohol from earlier still circulating in her system. She can hear someone showering in the toilet, while 3 of her other friends continued playing cards in the corner that Maisie and her boyfriend were in just 5 minutes ago.

Maisie could feel her boyfriend closing in from behind her, as he played the big spoon to the small one she became. He lightly kissed the top of her head as he said goodnight, his arm reaching across for a nice tug hug.

And that was when everything went astray.

Under the cover of the blanket they put on top of themselves, the adventurous hand toured Maisie’s body. A short trip northwards to greet her boobs, before a detour took them southwards in between her legs.

All these while she had to keep her eyes shut and pretend she was asleep.

Maisie discreetly threw a playful slap as deterrence, but it clearly didn’t work.

Maisie was trying her best to multi-task, listening in to the conversations of the others milling about their activities for any signs that they may be aware of what’s happening under the sheets, while pleasure was being delivered to her. Maisie found herself unable to concentrate on either too well, although the increased intensity on her clitoris and the slippery fingers suggested that one of them is clearly dominating the other. The fact that their friends were so physically close that their cover may be blown at any second only served to heightened Maisie’s arousal.

Maisie kept her eyes closed, but not her mouth as her breath got faster. Her boyfriend was expertly sliding his fingers into her now and she couldn’t help but reach out behind her to return the favor.

The angle was clearly not as natural, but after some fumbling and help on her boyfriend’s part, she found her hand clasped tightly around his thick, warm rod. Mentally orientating her fingers, Maisie was able to peel back his skin harshly, a simple retaliation for the torture her boyfriend was putting her through. She could feel his precum oozing and was undeniably excited at where this little fiasco was headed.

As if to answer her question, Maisie felt her boyfriend extract those lovely fingers from within her and reposition the lower half of her body. It was clearly awkward, but it didn’t stop the passionate young man from figuring out a possible angle, plunging into her.

Maisie flinched from the intrusion, digging into the sheets as she tightened her jaw. To avoid breaking their cover, the strokes were painfully slow but the pleasure provided were warm and blissful.

The pair were literally in their own world.

But it was clear to everyone else what they were doing. No one moves that much while sleeping as pheromones stank up the room.

The conversation around them has died down for a while and all heads were in fact actively looking in their direction. Nevertheless, the bubble that encapsulated them held strong, until the statement popped it like a sharp needle.

“Get a room guys, gosh.” teased one of their friends.

Maisie froze like a deer in headlights, her daydream abruptly interrupted. She felt her boyfriend’s panic through her skin as all of their nerves fired wildly. Maisie blushed as their deeds were so openly revealed. She felt her boyfriend pull out from her cowardly as they thought of how best to explain themselves.

Maisie was silently pulling up her shorts in embarrassment before she heard her boyfriend’s ludicrous reply.

“Aiya, don’t jealous la.”

The next thing Maisie knew, her boyfriend was mounting on top of her, undo-ing her efforts to preserve her modesty and went right back to where they had left off previously. In full view of everyone, to Maisie’s horror.

“Babe, make them envy you.”

It was all Maisie needed to hear, before she twisted her way on top and impaled herself upon her boyfriend. She no longer cared about the others in the room.

Maisie wanted to fuck.

Maisie wanted her friends to see her fuck.

Maisie wanted her friends to hear her fuck.

And after Maisie felt her boyfriend cumming in her, she wanted to show her friends her well-used, glistering pussy as she wrapped her tongue around the quickly dissipating organ.

“Anyone else interested?” Maisie teased, before she went back to coaxing a second life into the night, her naked ass still high up in the air…

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[Hotfoot1]

Yup very interesting

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Really like the update

[antyhowacc]

Innocent Pleaser

“Okay, okay, I’ll do it.” Stacy replied.

“Aw c’mon, we’re all waiting!”

If staring could kill, Stacy would have put two daggers through that asshole’s mouth. She thought about running away, or fighting, but those simply remained as thoughts.

“Hurry up. It’s not like anyone here hasn’t seen your boobs before” another asshole chimed in.

Stacy flushed at the harsh comment. It is certainly true, although not in real life like she is asked to right now. She really wanted someone or something to blame, and in a way, the fault is really with her first boyfriend.

The one that showed her a whole new world, the one that her flower bloomed for. Stacy was young and innocent then, but not her boyfriend, who was 3 years older than her and was no longer meek and pure. Who could blame her? Girls that age find older guys irresistible, especially in comparison to the childish boys amongst their peers.

He taught her how to explore each other’s bodies, how to enjoy and push the boundaries until such carnal desires were simply a fact of life, not some taboo her parents’ claim it to be.

More importantly, he taught her that being eager to please is pleasure itself. And Stacy had never since looked back.

Getting on her knees or satisfying her boyfriend’s kinky various kinky requests stepped her up from missionary in bed, to getting laid across on every furniture in both their houses when no one was around. Once, Stacy even agreed to remove her bra in the cinema, allowing full access while their hands roamed each other.

“Boobs! Boobs! Boobs!” grew the chant as Stacy peeled off her top.

Pictures, nudes and videos quickly picked up and became a staple in Stacy’s arsenal, though she made every single boyfriend then and thereafter promise not to share it.

“Must I really do this?” Stacy asked, to no one in particular, drawing boos from the crowd.

Stacy sensed a flurry of movement behind her, before her arms were swiftly wedged swept behind her, her elbows locked-up in an edge.

She didn’t even have the chance to remove her bra herself, before it was mercilessly ripped from her.

“Wooooo, let’s go!”

“Hey! What!? No!” Stacy exclaimed as she was assaulted.

Hands groped her urgently from the front, as Stacy felt someone licking the side of her neck from the back. Some fucking idiot decided to suckle and bite on her nipple, putting Stacy in intermittent periods of immense pain and pleasure.

“Ohhh my god!” Stacy moaned as someone found her clit with his tongue and began toying with it.

She didn’t even realise when her shorts were taken down across the chaos.

One thing she did realise though, was the judgemental eyes of her female peers. Their gaze seemed to imply what a shameless slut she was, although none of them did anything to stop it. None of them even twitched an eyelid, let alone moved even though it was clear that the entire thing was pretty much against her will.

Stacy presumed they must have seen the videos of her as well.

The videos of her on her knees happily sucking (her then boyfriend’s) dick, the video of her propped up against the wall, moaning and enjoying herself as she was fingered from behind in a skimpy skirt that hiked up to her thighs. And perhaps the most damning of all, the one where she was blindfolded and had her wrists tied up, begging the videographer to fuck her even as she was taken.

Instead, in between Stacy’s gasps, she saw from the corner of her eyes how they began to get up and walk away. Knowing clearly that no further games were going to be played that night, let alone any future forfeits now that the only plaything is Stacy and Stacy alone.

Not that she was putting much resistance to begin with, but seeing the sight of them leaving only caused Stacy to completely let herself go, resigning herself to whatever the men had in mind for her.

Stacy knew it was going to be a long night.

[surnameLiar]

Hmm, what a thread, lol

[starblu3]

Superb story. Keep it going ts

[antyhowacc]

The first love

Mindy blushed as she thought about what she was going to do. She was hardly concentrating on the books and lecture notes in front of her as the little cinema in her head played over and over again the ideal scenario she had in mind.
She tilted her head upwards slightly, to peep at what the man sitting opposite her was doing. She didn’t dare to look at him straight on, especially with what she had in mind. Thankfully he was scrolling on his phone, seemingly paying no attention to the materials at hand as well.

Mindy was so sure she was going to do it right there and then. Until the words found themselves stuck at her throat once again.

“Ugh! Just do it!” rang in Mindy’s head as she tried to plead with herself.

“Oi what you doing!” the boy sharing the same table interrupted.

“Wha…? What? Nothing! Nothing la!” Mindy stuttered.

“Nothing why you blushing?”

“Have meh? You think too much la. Weather hot maybe.”

Mindy quickly pretended to read her notes intently. Her mind wondered how she even found herself in this situation.

At this point, they had been studying together in school, after school for a couple of weeks already. Mindy always felt that he seemed to have a thing for her and appreciated the sentiment. But despite the daily study sessions, he doesn’t seem to have an interest in taking things further, frustrating Mindy.

Is he interested in me? Is he just interested in studying? Mindy could never tell.

Mindy would often start her daydreams with perfect endings, them happily married and caring for their children together, until reality broke her bubble and she was left wondering whether he even liked her in the first place.

It got so bad that at one point Mindy found herself searching online about how a girl should take the first step instead and was immersed in the idea ever since.

The move she was about to pull was one of the top-reviewed ones, which many other girls in her situation had said would work. But she was finding it hard to execute. After all, she had never been the one to initiate anything in relationships and others had always said to wait for the man to do it…

“Ugh stupid girl, lets just go!” Mindy chided herself mentally and steeled her resolve. She began to take out the lipstick and palm-sized mirror she had carefully prepared, before applying the lipstick carefully on her lips, occasionally stealing a glance at whether he had noticed.

When she was happy and satisfied with it, Mindy gave a light tap on his arm and said, “Do you like my new lipstick?”

“Oh! Yeah sure, it looks nice. Why are you putting on lipstick? We’re still in school you know?”

“Why can’t I put on lipstick in school? Anyway, nice right? Would you like to taste it?” Mindy quickly focused the conversation again, pouting her lips in invitation.

“Oh sure!” Mindy heard him say, flowers blooming in her head. She squeezed her eyelids shut, anticipating the moment in earnest.

Except nothing happened.

Confused, Mindy opened her eyes to see him literally licking her lipstick, disgust quickly overwhelming the disappointment in her heart.

Boys will always be boys…

[antyhowacc]

Sincerest apologies for any disappointment in the previous story. Just thought it would be fun to troll people on the internet every once in a while. Additional story here to make up for it. Cheers!

Codeword

The smell of alcohol hit Rena before any of her other senses could activate as she opened her door.

“Hey Babe! I miss you so much, could you suck my dick please?” spouted the reeked mouth. One that unfortunately belonged to Rena’s boyfriend.

“Ew gross. Are you drunk? Why did you guys drink so much again?” Rena demanded as she quickly went forward to support her slobbering boyfriend. He unhelpfully began to litter foul-smelling kisses on the side of Rena’s face that was edged under his armpit as Rena helped him to the bed.

“Aw babe, come on…” Rena’a boyfriend started, as he tried to pull Rena’s neck towards his lower body. “It’ll be like palming that mini-blusher set right into your bra as no one is looking”.

“Oh my god, you’re such an asshole!”

“Yeah? Or the time you pop the little eraser into your pocket at the stationery shop as you pretended to kiss me.”

“Oh Fuckkkk. This is so unfair.” Rena moaned as she scurried and fumbled with the buttons on her boyfriend shorts.

Moments later Rena found herself with a mouthful of cum as she fingered herself to an orgasm while choking on her boyfriend’s generous member.

She cursed and swore at her own stupidity as she picked herself up while he snored on the bed. She should have never told her boyfriend about her secret. Now she had to make the journey of shame to the dorm toilet to clean up.

Rena reminisced about the times her boyfriend was sweet and the sex was great. He was always caring and attentive during sex, asking her how she would like to be touched and consistently putting her enjoyment first before pursuing his own.

It was the afterglow from the sex one day when they decided to skip classes and get kinky instead. Rena was still high from the strenuous exertions, dopamine flooding her veins when her boyfriend asked what other kinks she really had.

Rena had almost opened up to him right there and then, but she knew how dangerous it was and held back at the last second. Guilty for the delay, she looked back at him and saw warm and gentle eyes looking right back at her. Maybe it was the hormones or the pheromones, but for a second Rena felt like she could let him have her whole world.

So she did.

She cheekily whispered in his ear to dress up so she could show him instead of telling him.

Up for the challenge, the pair proceeded to the on-campus bookstore, where Rena subtly slid one of the ballpoint pens up between her legs and maintained eye contact with her boyfriend as it disappeared into her FBTs.

Rena had officially let him in on her most tightly-kept secret. And they proceeded back to her room where Rena pounced on him even before the door could fully close. Anyone in their rooms on that floor could hear them if they bothered to.

Yet now Rena’s boyfriend never bothers anymore. Why put in the effort when Rena was basically an at-command fucktoy?

Rena could only wonder how far he’ll take it.

Further than she could ever imagine, it turns out.

…

The first time he pushed her boundaries (as if he wasn’t already) with his manipulation was when they were at her boyfriend’s army gathering. It was basically a whole bunch of dudes with their girlfriends at a large KTV room. They were playing drinking games while others displayed their excellent singing skills.

Rena wasn’t the best singer, but she did enjoy a party or two. However, she was cognizant that army guys tend to talk mostly about, well, army things which she could barely relate to.

Thankfully the mic was always available, as is other girlfriends.

Unfortunately, the decent couples had all left by midnight, citing curfews and whatnot. Rena’s boyfriend however was unwilling to go, citing the fact that they stayed outside in the dormitory anyways. It was also true that midnight tended to be rather early for their lifestyle, but Rena wasn’t keen on staying when most of the other girls had already left.

Less so when her boyfriend began exploiting her again.

“Babe, wanna try sucking me off in secret?” Rena’s boyfriend muttered in her ear.

“What?! No!?” Rena shouted back.

“You sure? I’m sure it’ll feel like sliding your hand into one of the handbags just now and secretly taking away the pad pouch that they carry…” Rena’s boyfriend continued.

“You’re a fucking dick.”

“And you’re a tights stealing thief. Now give me a good one, quietly.”

Rena tried her best to pretend to be drunk as she slouched horizontally over her boyfriend’s groin area, her fingers tantalizing playful on his member, her tongue intermittently coming into contact. Rena could feel her boyfriend’s fingers slide in under her skirt, caressing her moist womanhood over her panties as she tried to work discreetly.

“Eh bro, your girlfriend drunk ah?”

“No la! She sucking my dick!” Rena heard her boyfriend respond carefreely.

Before Rena could even protest or scream profanities at the statement, she found her hair pulled back roughly as she came into eye contact with the questioner, her face flushed with exertion and her boyfriend’s dick pointing straight up at the ceiling.

There was no question that the statement was true.

“Wah bro, your girlfriend so slutty one ah. Bojio.”

“Hahaha good stuff bro. Watch!” Rena’s boyfriend crouched and whispered in her ear “My friend here drives a convertible BMW, imagine stealing his keys so we can fuck in it with the top down. Now take off your panties and throw it at him.”

“Oh God, OHHH!” Rena moaned, helpless at the imagery in her head. From reaching into his pockets, onto the joy she would have gotten if she managed to pocket the keys. She quickly stood up on the cushioned seats and reached underneath her skirt for her panties, before smoothly sliding them down her legs.

By now, everyone was basically watching her, but she paid them no heed. Rena was back on her knees, leaning over her boyfriend’s dick as she tossed her panties to his friend. Her clean-shaven pussy was available in the air for all to see, and her boyfriend’s fingers quickly tunneled in them.

Rena was about to have a fucking orgasm while her boyfriend’s army friends watched. She didn’t know whether to be thankful or not that there were hardly any other women there. After all, what would they ever think of her?

Cheers erupted when Rena convulsed, her hands barely steady enough to hold onto her joyride.

“Now take off your top and ride me. I wanna show them who’s the fucking boss…”

Facing her audience, Rena found herself riding to the rhythm of the night, her skirt thumping to the flow. Her boyfriend sucked hard on her neck, bringing her arousal close to another peak as he unclasped her bra, sharing her young and perky tits to her viewers.

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCKKKKKKK!!!” Rena shrieked when her boyfriend’s hands both roughly groped her boob and reached over to toy with her clitoris at the same time. It was almost a full minute before her boyfriend slowed and shot right into her womb.

Rena didn’t remember much after this point, only that Hi-5s were going around.

She was then next placed on her back on the transparent glass table in the middle. It was cold to the touch, like ice on her skin, something that echoed through her back and was uncomfortably hard. Rena’s knees were pulled as far apart as they could be, and men whose faces she could not remember would utter meaningless sentences at her ear before taking their turns in between her legs…

…

Rena woke up on the floor of her boyfriend’s dormitory room, a jacket over her torso that wasn’t even zipped and the same skirt she wore the night before. She knew she couldn’t do this anymore…

[yocata]

interesting stories

[antyhowacc]

Parading the prize

This has always been the part that Cain enjoyed the most.

Unlike most men who were more worried about being able to fish someone back for the night, Cain’s good looks, tall frame and American accent seems to really do it for the ladies. Even on nights where his first choice didn’t work out, there was prey aplenty to choose from.

And tonight was no exception.

Driving his latest conquest-to-be to a nearby 5-star hotel, Cain kept one of his hands busy the whole time, teasing and building the tension. His catch was at his mercy, even going as far as offering to suck him off as he drove. Her smokey-eye make-up and deep-V fabric-thin black dress made it all the more tempting, but Cain never got into the idea of car-head, since it wasn’t like he had never tried it.

His favorite part is what comes next.

After Cain reversed his car into the parking lot, he made sure to smolder what was Tricia-or-Alicia or some name he couldn’t remember with his intense gaze, before making out with her intensely and making her wish he would just fuck them right there and then.

She was no exception.

Cain’s plan was simple. Right before leaving the car, Cain was going to remove her bra.

Sometimes it’s one with a normal clasp that Cain could easily unclasp and rip off, other times it was halter necks that needed more work. He even came across some sluts who wore nothing but nipple stickers. Regardless, Cain made sure that when his female-companion-for-the-night was next to him when he requests a room from the reception, she had nipples protruding through her dress like a cheap whore.

Not all of them went willingly with his plan, but after some coaxing and/or forceful manhandling, all of them left the car tits high and mighty.

Strolling into the hotel, Cain was relentless. He knew that this girl, like many others before her, must be feeling conscious about what she was showing up top. It never stopped Cain from helping himself down below as he hugged her close and groped her ass generously. He knew that anyone else around who might chance upon this sight would recognize a hunter with his prey in hand.

As if that wasn’t enough, Cain loves the expression on their faces when he doesn’t lead them to the elevators right-away after collecting the key card. Confusion, puzzlement cumulates on their faces as Cain will then bring apparently-her-name-is-Tricia towards the hotel bar instead.

Ordering drinks for the both of them, Cain strongly confines Tricia between his body and the bar counter. Making sure to further torture her while the bartender was busy making their drinks, Cain would nuzzle, lick and suck on the sides of her neck and her nape while his fingers dug for her panties.

Most of them struggled at least a little at this point, but for Tricia, all she felt was her slick underwear being tugged right down her smooth thighs, stopping awkwardly at her knees as the bartender presented them with their drinks.

Like a bitch caught in heat, she could only do her best to avoid eye contact with anyone else, knowing fully that they could all see how sluttily she was being treated. Not to mention the two standing proud nipples that were just begging for attention.

Tricia had been treated this way in her life. She had also never been more turned on before by a man she just met. This fucking chad was so forceful every step of the way that she could only submit. He was so overbearing yet the whole process was so hot. He was basically her perfect fantasy of a dominant boss who easily coaxed her into everything he wanted. Braless and panties halfway down her thighs, Tricia knew that anyone who saw her would simply assume she was a shameless hooker indulging her rich client. A small part of her actually wished she was, and that he would just fuck her right on the spot.

Like any other woman in the same situation, Tricia tried to discreetly tug her panties down the rest of the way and collect it but Cain would allow it. He would instead continue to torture her by stepping right on it and keeping it plain and open between her legs. The gesture, unmistakable.

When Cain was finally done humiliating her, he simply took it up and stuffed it in his pant’s pocket and finished up his drink.

“You’re my fucking slut…” Cain whispered as he dipped two of his fingers into Tricia’s glass and stuffed them right up between her legs, earning a surprised but muffled whimper.

Cain would then proceed to lead Tricia out of the bar, but instead of heading for the lifts, he will once again guide her a few rounds around the hotel lobby, his palm never leaving one of her ass-cheek to ensure that there was no doubt any onlookers might have that Cain was going to completely devour his defenseless prey next.

When he finally brought them to the designated room, they were never angry, instead frequently complimenting him on how hot the whole process was and being more than ready to be impregnated.

And as sort of his last sick bit, Cain would always fuck them with their hot slutty clubbing dresses on. He looked forward to ruining it with the intense fucking and if that didn’t do it, he would cum all over it.

After all, they no longer had their underwear and were fully at his mercy.

Tricia was no exception that night and she found herself with her black bodycon dress torn high at the side as Cain fucked her raw from behind. The V-neck design that the dress had simply allowed Cain to slip one shoulder strap off , freeing one breast to bounce without restriction as Tricia moaned away in the night on the balcony, hoping Cain would cum right in her pussy.