Author: CurvySugarTits

Storm Chasing Part 2 [MF]

It was now Thursday. It involved a meeting with a lot of the other heads of departments. The morning went swimmingly. Tim went off for his catch up with his old friend, I did a lot of boring spreadsheet related crap. It was to be my first head of department meeting. I expected to be bored. Tim came back in a bad mood. I heard him swear.

“*What’s wrong?”*

“*Meeting is cancelled.”*

“*Why?”*

“*Well, apparently all the other heads decided to take the afternoon off to go get drunk. I perhaps should have gotten drunk at my catch up but no, I still prefer to remain professional. Fuckwits.”*

“*I was not even aware of this.”*

“*I can guarantee all their little secretaries knew and didn’t bother to tell you. These are not the women you having breakfast with, are they?”*

“*No. It is a couple of the actual scientists. I did notice, the secretaries are a breed of their own. Everyone else has been lovely.”*

“*Never mind, it just leaves me with a two hour block with nothing to do. I can change that. Are you keen?”*

“*Well, yes.”* Read more »

Storm Chasing Part 1 [MF]

We were sat at dinner. He was opposite me.

“*Alexis, it was music publishing you were working in, wasn’t it? Just administration?”*

“*Yeah, I had been there about nine years. I am kind of glad we moved, there was no more progression in that role and I think I was about to made redundant anyhow.”*

“*You do know I work for a science organisation, right?”*

“*Meteorology? I am very used to seeing you on the TV actually, whenever there is adverse weather conditions in the country!”*

He laughed.

“*Yeah, that’s it. I should have mentioned this earlier but my personal assistant recently took on another job. There is an opening there if you want it. It is not highly stressful, my previous PA can attest to that. Would you be interested? If you are, I will tell HR and tell them to bypass the usual recruitment bullshit.”*

“*Oh wow….yes, of course I am interested! I mean, surely it is not that different from what I was doing before.”*

“*It isn’t. It is basically attending a lot of boring meetings, organising my diary and travel, welcoming in important people and a whole lot of other stuff. So, sure you will be okay working with me?”* Read more »

A Week Of Fantasy Island [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

I saw it advertised online. In clear black and white in the pages of an adult entertainment website. I was not sure what I was looking for, other than a release from the doldrums of a dire day to day existence. I had come out of a long term relationship rudderless, and the seemingly endless sea of porn and unfilled promises was doing my head in. The words read out like a beacon to my cock.

# Fantasy Island

Within the advertisement, was a promise of a week of heteroflexibility, where you would be one of many, ready to take part in a competition of sexual pleasure. I didn’t know what to make of it, at first. Heteroflexible? Admittedly, that was something that ended my relationship. I had dearly wanted my ex girlfriend to put toys in my ass and she wouldn’t. I started watching bisexual porn and became intrigued by the cocks of other men. Was it going to be worth the flight in Australia and the copious bits of paperwork required. Paperwork to attain consent, which would be verbally confirmed upon arrival. Read more »

Fantasy Island – The Final Day [Bi] [anal] [Fdom] [Msub]

Sunday, I can hardly believe it. The day was planned as a free for all where the men were encouraged to take advantage of the last day of being able to have sex with other men in a safe environment. What a fantastic service, really. I had no idea I would end up being the top pet and getting all the spoils of the title. A far more personalised and intimate experience than I could have imagined. I had one more night with Charlotte. Be still her beating heart, along with mine.

I went and sat in a chair by the window. A cool breeze was passing through. We had been blessed with beautiful weather, high upon on a hill overlooking the water. Little other signs of life though there were plenty of fishing boats. I took in what I could because by 9 am tomorrow morning, the harem would depart. Could I live here? Perhaps. It was not financial motivation but I yearned for a slower pace of life and it could be found here despite the frenetic view of an orgy environment. You could hear the house waking up as men took showers, had breakfast and engaged in lively conversation with one another. The talk today revolved around what would happen post-program. Read more »

Fantasy Island Day 6 [Bi] [Femdom] [MSub] [oral]

Here comes the weekend!

I felt the lovemaking stain on the bottom sheet and as the morning sun started to flood the room, I looked on at the woman next to me, still oblivious to her surroundings. Not a spot of makeup. Peachy cheeks, full lips and long lashes with a few freckles here and there. Cute by definition. I was going to miss her a lot. I could feel the tears welling up and tried to think about the day ahead. It was going to be my turn to take part of the masculine sex games the others had been getting up to.

I have heard about the “Put The Tongue On The Dick” game. Where the men were in a line, flaccid (or some were stiff, depending on how aroused you were). One man kept score, the other was blindfolded and encouraged to go down the line. Fondle penis and balls. Use tongue and mouth to explore. As he went down the line, the erections began to pile up. Once he had guessed, the next person would be picked and the line would rearrange. It always ended up in a blow job orgy. That idea saw my cock grow stiff as I pottered about the room. I decided to escape for some fresh air and to join the guys for breakfast. Read more »

Fantasy Island Day 5 [Bi] [MF] [MM] [MMF] [Fdom] [Msub]

As I woke, there was relatively silence bar the tick-tock of a clock in the room. Friday. Really?

I was beginning to panic about having to leave the island and go back to real life. My job was stressing me out. I was lonely. I was sick of family expectations. Here, I could be myself and I found myself deeply bound to the woman next to me. She had my balls tied up in ropes and inserted a metal rod into my dick. Did it hurt? Just a pinch. I remember going for a pee on her in the shower and there was only a slight sting. When I woke up in the morning, I did before she roused and stood before the toilet. Morning wood meant aiming was a little difficult. Without any pain, I pissed into the bowl and smiled. Read more »

Fantasy Island Day 4 [Fdom] [Msub] [MF] [oral] [mast]

The shackles were off. Mistress immediately drew me towards the bed. I felt the vortex of insanity as I sat on the edge of the bed when she wrapped her lips around my cock.

This wet tongue and the seriously wicked lashings as she took my entire length into her throat. She did cough just a little before releasing me and focussing on the tip of my penis whilst her hand manipulated my shaft. Yes, it was what I wanted but how was one to act in this scenario? She expertly sucked me off, and I felt my balls retract. At that moment, I pulled out of her mouth and promptly shot a pissing stream of cum all over her tits. She giggled.

*“Paul, I could sense some uncertainty about what was to happen there. But I am a bit iffy about blow jobs. I prefer not to have cum in my mouth, bad prior experiences and all. So I am glad you sensed my discomfort. I do not normally deep throat either.”*

*“I know. I don’t know what I did to deserve a blow job though.”* Read more »

Fantasy Island Day 3 [Fdom] [Msub] [Str8] [MF]

I rolled over and saw the clock. 4 am. Instinct saw me put my arms around the woman next to me so I could spoon her. I did just that then immediately recoiled, fearing the repercussions. She was not my girlfriend. She was a mistress who ran an island resort in Australia with the sole purpose of pitting heteroflexible men against one another for a week of sexual activity between her, her friends and each other. I had won the prize as the top pet and it was my first night in her bed. Boundaries were blurred. She was roused

*“Paul, why did you just flinch then?”*

*“Sorry, Mistress. I just didn’t want to step on any toes. It has not been that long since my last relationship and I miss the companionship. Physical intimacy.”*

*“I am not concerned at all, Pet. Rules of the house are, if you are in bed with me, you can treat me like a girlfriend until 9 am. Maybe I need to write it down in the paperwork we give you. You are not the first man to freak out thinking I didn’t want physical intimacy. I do. I get lonely out here sometimes. Besides…your cock is stirring.”* Read more »

Fantasy Island Day 2 [Fdom] [Msub] [MMF] [Bi]

Afterwards, I was exhausted. But I admit, I felt a bit special and so did Nathan. We shared Cheshire Cat smiles on the way back to our room and once we got back there, we were whispering in the dark.

*“Can you believe we just did that? I can’t. I never in a million years imagined I would suck another man’s cock in front of others. But it was not like the other guys were paying attention. Fucking hell, talk about hedonistic.”*

*“I know. I cannot believe it either. I am feeling a lot better about tomorrow. Did the rest all cum when they had their turn?”*

*“Yes. There was one guy who I seriously thought was going to overtake us but he just managed to eke out an orgasm. Mistress seems to have her ways and means and I do wonder what she has in store for us tomorrow. Do we get to sleep in the same bed as her?”*

*“I hope so, but is it big enough for three people?”*

*“Anything is possible, Paul. Think best we kip now.”* Read more »

Fantasy Island [Fdom] [Msub] [MF/MM] [Bi]

I saw it advertised online. In clear black and white in the pages of an adult entertainment website. I was not sure what I was looking for, other than a release from the doldrums of a dire day to day existence. I had come out of a long-term relationship rudderless, and the seemingly endless sea of porn and unfilled promises was doing my head in. The words read out like a beacon to my cock.

#Fantasy Island

Within the advertisement, was a promise of a week of heteroflexibility, where you would be one of many, ready to take part in a competition of sexual pleasure. I didn’t know what to make of it, at first. Heteroflexible? Admittedly, that was something that ended my relationship. I had dearly wanted my ex-girlfriend to put toys in my ass and she wouldn’t. I started watching bisexual porn and became intrigued by the cocks of other men. Was it going to be worth the flight to Australia and the copious bits of paperwork required? Paperwork to attain consent, which would be verbally confirmed upon arrival. Read more »