Sara drove home in a daze. She had stayed with Rick for the rest of the day, leaving only in the early afternoon when both of their spouses would expect them home. In that time he had fucked her mouth again, wrapped her in a blanket and had her take a nap curled at his feet, dragged her all over the hotel room at his heels on her hands and knees by the leash clenched in his fist, slapped her breasts until she nearly cried again as punishment for reflexively trying to cover them, then carried her to the shower and gently cleaned every inch of her body until she was writhing in arousal and pleading with him to let her cum. He had, making her masturbate for him while he held her up by 3 fingers crammed into her pussy and an arm around her throat. When she collapsed in a heap in his feet afterwards, she’d found herself kissing his feet as though it were the most natural thing in the world, thanking him over and over.
Author: her-dpp-throwaway
The Coworker Part 4 [MF][dubcon][bdsm][anal]
Rick’s hands drifted over the bound woman, stroking her soft skin, enjoying the sight and sensation of her blindfolded, plugged, and gagged for. He changed the tension of the leashes that held her still just a little, moving her from her previous head-down, ass-up position to an ass-and-elbows position, legs still open to show her wet cunt and the letting the jewel of her plug wink in the light while her upper body rested on her elbows. No, she was no tight-bodied 20 year old anymore, but there was a supple softness to her curves, a width to her hips that made his hands ache to grasp them and a heaviness to her breasts that drew his eyes… and would soon draw his fingers. Her waist was still well-defined, leading his hands inevitably down to her hips, and along her thighs to the junction of her gaping cunt.
Sara moaned behind the gag. His hands felt so good, the heat of them drawing little gasps and whimpers from her throat, and she knew that her pussy was close to dripping. When his fingers found her slick labia again, she whimpered and jerked against her bonds, the dichotomy between her smarting ass and her burning pussy lips making her incredibly aroused all over again. Being unable to see only made it worse, the complete lack of control erotic in a way that nothing else in her life had been.
The Coworker Part 3 [Mf][DubCon][BDSM]
Sara shifted uneasily, the plug shifting inside her again and making her whimper around Rick’s cock in her mouth. He was soft now, and it was easy to suck him gently, swallowing all of him without choking as his hand rested heavily on her head- a poignant reminder that this was not her choice, that she was being blackmailed, forced to obey him. The indignation had worn off, though, lost in the flood of arousal that kept swamping her. Rick sat relaxed under her ministrations, toying with his phone and she wondered anxiously if he was taking more pictures. Certainly there was no innocent reason for the ones he already had- face wanton as she choked on his thick cock, lips pressed nearly to his belly. Her pussy ached with emptiness, and she shifted her hips in a vain attempt to ease the arousal that was already returning to a fever pitch despite her earlier explosive orgasm.
The Coworker Part 2 [mf][dubcon][bdsm][oral][toys]
Sara curled against Rick’s chest, limp and melty from the strength of her orgasm and content to let him stroke and touch her. She knelt in his lap, her legs open across his and her body curled to drop her head on his shoulder. His legs were open enough to force her a little wide and leave room for his gently stroking hands to tease her pussy and ass. Shifting a little and moaning against him, Sara stretched up enough to offer him better access even as his hands drifted away, running over her hips, up her back, massaging her shoulders lightly where her hands lay across the back of the chair obediently and drawing another set of low moans from her throat before moving on down her arms and back down to her thighs. Sara felt herself melting even further into him, into this helpless space where her body obeyed Rick’s every wish before her brain even considered a response. His easy, sensual touch only reinforced the control- casual confidence that he had every right to touch her however he pleased, that he had all the time in the world and didn’t have to touch her solely sexually.
The Coworker Part 1 [MF][DubCon/Blackmail][BDSM]
She knocked on the door a little nervously. After years of flirting, they had finally decided to meet up. Sara and Rick had been friends years ago, and about the time Sara moved, had realized they liked one another and started flirting. Of course, they were both married, but it had seemed safe to flirt since Sara had moved. After all, it would end when they no longer saw one another regularly, right?
Naturally, it hadn’t. They had continued to flirt off and on over the years, sharing pictures, sexts, and increasingly explicit fantasies over the years. After all, they worked miles apart and lived on opposite ends of town, so it wasn’t like it would ever be more than that, and sexting wasn’t really cheating. Only now, Sara was changing jobs and had Mondays off… only a mile or two away from Rick’s house. They’d agreed to meet this week- Sara on the pretext of needing to get some administrative paperwork handled at the new job, and Rick having taken a day of PTO without telling his wife.
Sara was having second thoughts, though, as she stood outside the hotel room, waiting for her quiet knock to be answered. She was petite and curvy, her figure softened by bearing 2 children but still bearing a distinctly hourglass shape. She’d dressed today half for the errand that was her pretext, and half for Rick, in a lightweight tank top sundress and cute bra-panty set that set off her pale skin. Suddenly, the door opened, and he was standing there- she hadn’t seen him in-person in 5 years, and somehow, despite the pictures she had forgotten how attractive he was. She stood frozen a second, just staring, before he took her hand and drew her inside. He hadn’t changed a bit, she thought- still lightly tanned, with soft, dusty hair, beautiful eyes, and an irrepressibly mischievous smile. He wasn’t bulky, but she could see in the shape of his arms that he still worked with his body every day.
“Hey,” she stammered. Why was she so nervous? They had been talking- half in jest and all in seriousness, as they said- about getting a hotel room together for years. This wasn’t exactly new ground… and yet all she could think was that this had been a stupid idea and she wasn’t ready to risk her marriage, even for someone whose kinks lined up so perfectly with hers…but God that wicked smile was making her nipples hard.
“Hey,” was all he replied before pulling her in for a kiss. Oh God, he kissed almost perfectly. Smooth lips marred only by a goatee that scratched at her skin, one hand on her lower back tucking her into him, the other curling in her hair, his tongue sweeping across her lips to part them. She melted into him, telling herself that she would just do this much, and then leave. He bit her lower lip lightly and she whimpered into his mouth, fingers clutching his shoulders as his hands moved down to her ass. He smelled earthy with a hint of citrus- she couldn’t tell if it was a cologne she didn’t recognize, or just him- and his mouth tasted vaguely sweet. When he pulled his head back, she didn’t recognize his expression; something dark, possessive, and it promised things she wasn’t sure she was ready for but oh she wanted so much. His hand tightened in her hair and she felt her knees weaken a little. They had spent hours talking about their kinks, all of the little triggers that sent her down the rabbit hole of submission, and clearly he’d been taking notes. Dammit, she couldn’t do this! Weakly, Sara tried to pull away.