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[m4f] That red dress…

The red dress perfectly shows off your curves. So low cut that your perky tits threaten to spill out. It’s almost a shame that it has to come off.

I take your hand and lead you to the bathroom. Instruct you to put your hands on the marble counter and face the mirror. Your body belongs to me.

I stand behind you and kiss your neck. Our eyes lock in the mirror. My hands roam your body. I squeeze your ass. Move up to those gorgeous tits. Lean into you so you can feel my hard cock.

I step back and give your ass a firm slap. You yelp just a bit. I turn your head to me and kiss your lips for the first time. Then tell you to turn back around.

I slowly pull the zipper on your dress. Slide it off your body. You’re wearing nothing but red lace panties beneath it.

I touch your gorgeous breasts. Your nipples are rock hard. I run my thumb over them. I spread your legs. I touch you through your panties. They’re soaked. Read more »

[MF] Sex on the streets of New Orleans

(This happened in 2009. A meetup with a woman I’d been flirting with for a while after she responded to my post on Craig’s List)

“You’re not to talk for the next five minute.”

Her big blue eyes widened.

“I can do that,” she said.

“I don’t believe you.”

She was nervous. And that was causing her to prattle on. I found it endearing. But she needed to be tested. I needed to see if she would comply. Or if it was all just a fantasy.

“Five minutes,” I repeated. “Not a sound.”

“We’re just going to stand here for five minutes?”

She glanced around. We were standing near the Mississippi in New Orleans. The sun was down. We were within site of Jackson Square, but away from the crowds.

“Starting now,” I said.

I took her hand in mine and we walked closer to the water. We stood at an overlook point. She stepped up and gripped the rail. She was wearing a lacy white dress with short sleeves and an asymetrical skirt. I stood behind her and leaned in so she could feel me weight. Read more »

[FF][FFM][les] The Continuing Adventures of Betty Big Titties

***This story involves a character introduced in a previous post. Link in the comments.***

Sometimes I think I have a sixth sense. I can spot a woman and know she has a naughty side.

I’m not talking about the ones that are obvious. Of course anyone can see a woman in a short skirt with a tramp stamp with her tits half out and know she’s probably up for a good time.

I’m talking about the closet cases. The church girl with a dark impulse. The buttoned-up professional that’s dying to let her hair down. The newlywed who can’t forget an impetuous encounter from her past. The suburban wife with a lifelong fantasy she’s never acted upon.

It’s been that way since high school when I first convinced a buxom little red-head to let me unbutton her school girl blouse and let me fondle her gorgeous tits. I loved every moment of helping her break out of shell. I got a dirty thrill out turning a curious little Catholic girl into an insatiable nymphomaniac who was up for anything. Read more »

[MF] Just finished fucking a woman I met on flight…

July 15, 2018

I’m in a west coast city 1800 miles from home. I’m wearing a robbe and sitton on the couch of my hotel suite. There’s a naked woman napping in the bedroom. She’s completely worn out and freshly fucked.

When I’m traveling alone I hit on women in the airport. You can’t do that if you’re afraid of failure because it’s a low yield proposition. Maybe out of twenty times it actually goes somewhere. And even then is doesn’t often lead to sex.

But sometimes it does. Every now and then you find a fellow business travel looking to blow off steam. or someone on vacation and looking to cut loose. Or the rare unicorn who just likes a no-strings fuck.

There is no rhyme or reason to it. I’ve never determined a pattern. But there are still things I look for. Someone dressed to impress and traveling alone. Or someone who looks slightly overwhelmed.

This morning I first saw her in the precheck line. She’s about 5’2″. Mocha colored skin. Thirtyish. Hair cut very short. Wedge heels. And she was shoved into a cotton t-shirt dress that was not made to handle a woman of her proportions. It hugged the contours of her body. Her round ass. Her big tits. Read more »

[M][MF] She Was Logging Onto Fetish Sites at Work…And That Can’t Go Unpunished

“I can’t lose this job,” Lara blurted out. “I can barely pay my mortgage now!”

She was standing in front of my desk near tears.

As a department director, each week I received an automated report on internet usage for everyone under me. Most employees in 2018 are smart enough not to know they’re being tracked on their company computer. The dumb mistake they make is using the company wifi on their cell phone. I’d just handed Lara a folder stuffed full of evidence of the time she’d spent on fetish dating sites. For months I’d been following her activity. Checking out the sites she visited. Reading the messages she sent. Lara had a dirty mind. She wanted to be dominated. But so far she hadn’t gone through with it. She chatted with men. She posted sexy pics with her face cropped out. Often taken in the office. But she was just a tease. She always found an excuse not to actually meet.

I knew she needed the job. Human resources had done a background check when we hired her. She had a loft she could barely afford. On top of that, she wasn’t really qualified for her marketing job. She had a mediocre GPA from a crappy Texas community college. Read more »

[MF] A Craig’s List Encounter in North Texas

“I want you blindfolded. On your bed. Dressed to please.”

“We’ve never met,” she responded. “How can I trust you like that?”

“You will trust me. And you will do it. Or you’ll find someone else to fuck you.”

It was after ten on a weekend. Carla was home alone for the first time in ages. The husband she was psyching herself up divorce had taken the boys on a road trip to watch a basketball game.

“Any thing else, sir?” she asked.

“Leave the front door unlocked. Be on your hands and knees. I’ll be there in exactly an hour.”

“It’s a ranch style house,” she said. “The master bedroom is down the hall in the back.”

I got in the car and headed to the suburbs. I’d been talking to Carla for half a day after connecting on an app. She was in her mid-forties. Petite. Fit. Jet black hair and Hispanic heritage.

It was an older ranch home on a big lot on the north side of Lake Grapevine. Nothing like the McMansions and planned subdivisions only a few miles away. Read more »

[Mf] I met a girl on a hookup app who wanted to be dominated…

Give your daughter a boy’s name and she will absolutely end up a slut.

You might be thinking “that isn’t, true, I have a friend…”

Trust me. That friend is absolutely a dick bandit. She may keep it quiet, but that doesn’t make it true. No matter how explicit I get on Tinder, I know

I’ll match with every Jordan, Ryan, and Frankie on the app.

So it wasn’t a suprise when I matched up with Corey. My profile didn’t beat around the bush. I as opened to whatever happened, but first and foremost I

wanted to meet someone who was looking for a experience, DOMINANT man.

Corey was 18 years old and just six months out of high school. I was considerably older. She still lived with her parents and had a part time job while she

also attended school.

Within a few messages we’d moved off the app to direct communication. I ran her through my standard questions to find out what she was looking for and what

she was willing to do. I wanted to know why she was looking for a dom. It didn’t take much for her to tell me she wanted to be controlled. She wanted Read more »

[M][MFF] Betty From Human Resources

Betty was professional, intelligent, a good manager, and all around great at her job. Everyone at the office respected her work ethic and her ability to get things done. She was seen as a rising star in the company.

But none of that stopped them from nicknaming her Betty Big Titties.

An office isn’t that different from a locker room. Nobody said it to her face, but it was the nickname that men gave her behind her back. It was appropriate. She was about 5’6″ with long dark hair, sexy hazel eyes, and a rack that made sweaters and low cut tops look profane.

It didn’t matter how good she was at her job or that she always came off as a bit innocent. Men were inclined to make lewd comments behind her back. Even executives occasionally mumbled a comment beneath their breath when she strolled by in heels and a tailored dress or blouse that showed off her amazing body. Read more »