The Reunion Trap Ch. 05

"Slam," the sound reverberated in my head, ears now ringing as I crashed into the ground again. The word and medical condition both fit how I was feeling at the moment. Shock noun: a sudden upsetting or surprising event or experience. Also, shock, a critical condition brought on by the sudden drop in blood flow through the body likely resulting from trauma. "Get up. I don't want to take advantage of someone who is defenseless." Laying there in the fetal position, the description of me was entirely apropos. Perhaps my best defense was remaining on the ground, playing dead. An intimidating towering mountain of muscularity loomed over me after completely dominating me physically."But given what you've done, I'm pretty much compelled to finish you off either way," she growled. What I've done. Fuck, she wasn't going to let up, and she remembered. I'd hoped that she was just some crazy woman that was offended when we'd collided on t...

After I slept off my drunk and sobered up some I awoke with a splitting headache. At first, I didn't remember any of it and wondered why I was in my nineteen year old son's bed. But as I made my way to the bathroom it all came crashing back hitting me like a ton of bricks. My stomach knotted up and I felt nauseas as I ran for the bathroom, I knelt in front of the toilet and began puking my guts up. I wasn't sure if I was sick from all the drinking or because of what I had done. It wasn't that I had eaten cum or even the fact that I had scooped it out of the tub drain to do it. It was that I had eaten Tommy's cum. My own son's cum! And then I masturbated to thoughts of him as well! I was deeply disturbed by these sickening facts. Needless to say, I was not happy with myself, not happy at all! I put Tommy's bedspread in the washer and went and locked myself in my bedroom and cried and cried for days and days on end. Poor Tommy had absolutely no idea what was...

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Chapter 5 -- In Praise of Porn Monday mornings followed a predictable pattern. Up with the alarm, morning toilet routines (in which Tethys always took it on herself to do the aiming), pre-breakfast sex, a shared shower, a quick breakfast, and then we would leave the house together and get into our own cars. I would leave for work at my office, and Tethys would head off to her apartment. Her art projects kept her plenty busy. There was a change to her Mondays now. After lunch she would get a visit from Sonia and Henri. Her Monday afternoon threesome quickly became a tradition that she looked forward to with excited anticipation. I wasn't sure which part of it she enjoyed the most, Henri or Sonia. In the end, it wouldn't have mattered much because it was Tethys who was the center of attention. As she put it, "they can be with each other any time they want, but for them, I'm the exotic and unusual experience. That's kind of funny, because they are the most exotic pe...

The Day After (Super Bowl and Us Three, the sequel) Monday morning. One eye open. Did that really happen? Before I could think over the events of Saturday night into Sunday morning and the happy day after, there she was: hot breath on my ear. "I got laid a bunch of times this weekend". Me: "So did I." "Not as many times as I did". Jesus she was suddenly on fire. Me: "Did you remember that you and I did it first, on Saturday morning?" The memory surfaces and then shows up on her face as she does the math."Oh my God..." She muses. "You've got to go to work.. I, on the other hand, will be hanging out with Rick all day." Rick, our guest and her new lover from Saturday night/Sunday morning, was sound asleep upstairs and now wasn't leaving town until Wednesday. She had a city and work campus tour planned with him. "I wanna ask you something. And I will respect your wishes if you say no. But you've given me a pass...

Over the next few days, I let Steve suffer in his cage. The lack of hard cock inside me, had me horny and a bit bitchy. All day, my evil mind thought about the next way I was going to punish Steve for his selfishness. Late that afternoon, a sinister plan popped into my head. It was pure evil and would be a mind fuck for more than just Steve. Steve got home at about five and started dinner. He made a beautiful meal, that he highlighted with candles, a tablecloth and a bottle of expensive wine. He was obviously learning his lesson and trying harder to please me. However, no matter what he did tonight, I was intent on putting my plan in place. After dinner we snuggled. He was very attentive and touched all the right places to get me horny and ready for love. At about 8 pm, we made our way from the living room to the bedroom. It was mid-summer and the sun still shined bright through our floor to ceiling bedroom windows. I told Steve that I was unlocking him tonight and giving him a chan...

This is an independent sequel of the Nasty Tales series parts 08, 03 and 07. If you want to follow Lynn's story chronologically, you can read those parts in the order mentioned above. The series includes themes such as: dominant male, humiliation, non-consensual sex, exhibition and bondage. If you are not into these themes or find them offensive, please do not read further. If you are into these things, please put your hands in your pants and enjoy. ****** NASTY TALES 09: Mr Red The room was dimly lit. All that could be heard was heavy breathing. "I think I have to let you go," Mr Williamson said. "Sir?" Lynn asked as she was obviously not going anywhere. She was tied spread-eagled, naked on the older master's bed. "What I mean, Lynn, is that this will be our final session and also your final week in this house. My wife is starting to grow suspicious," Mr Williamson explained while his ice-blue eyes wandered all over her body. "Have I bee...