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Eating Out in SF: Ch 2 [MF][Fem Domination]

“I had a great night,” the tucked in shirt with a fancy belt buckle whispered while drawing in close.

“Oh… yeah?” Halley replied, trying not to belch from eating nearly all of her wagyu beef at Lord Stanley, paid for by the crisp shirt.

He leaned in to kiss the girl and she quickly turned her head, to offer the man venue to deliver an awkwardly dismal kiss on her cheek.

“Did… umm… did you have a good time?” the shirt inquired, embarrassed and becoming irate.

“Such a good time!”

“Well… this is our third date and we haven’t kissed yet. I was hoping…,” the man whined.

Halley had gone on two other dates with the thirty year old coder-bro whose name she couldn’t quite remember. All of the men blended in together and this wasn’t the first time she had completely forgotten every detail except how much she enjoyed the amazing food she had consumed on their dates. The instant she met this man, she knew there was zero chemistry and she probably would never even kiss the clean shaven, intentionally messy haired, well-dressed wallet that had aggressively pursued her on Bumble. Read more »

Fingerer on the Roof [MF][Public][OC]

“Can you see Alcatraz from your place?” Halley excitedly asked, bobbing her head in the window, trying to figure where the small island should be on the horizon.

“Maybe from one or two floors up,” Noah shrugged while pulling out a bottle of wine from a rack built into his bookcase. “Cartograph Pinot?” he offered.

“Please!” she replied, remembering tasting wine from that particular vineyard a week or two earlier with a corporate lawyer who took her on a date to Portofino’s then fucked her in a dazzling condo at One Rincon.

“Hold on!” Noah pivoted, sparkle in his eye.

A moment later, the man emerged with two glasses and the bottle.

“Carry these!” he commanded.

Then ushered the girl out of the apartment while he carried a plate covered in plastic with a hooded sweatshirt slung over his shoulder.

Halley followed him to the elevator where they went up to the top floor, then Noah made them duck under a heavy chain blocking the last flight inside the stairwell that lead to a heavy door with a sign that loudly proclaimed: Warning! Alarm will sound if opened. Read more »

Sex with Soldiers at Mom’s House [MF][Teen][Getting Caught]

Gretchen wrapped her knees around the soldier’s hips and straddled him before reaching behind her ass to guide his cock inside her primed and ready squeeze box. Running her fingers along the throbbing, veiny appendage, she trailed her fingertips up until she found the spongy head with the diamond hard point right at its tiny eyelet. Using more force than required, she pushed the purple crown past her lips then leaned her bodyweight into the stem, forcing it into her vaginal canal before flexing her hips and thighs to plunge the head deeper before withdrawing just enough to ensure escape from the flexing tube was impossible. Penetrated and riding, she looked around the bed in search of her favorite prop.

“Where’s your fuckin’ hat?” she demanded to the young soldier as she bounced on his cock.

“Cover,” he panted.

“Fine, where’s your fuckin’ cover?”

He reached alongside the bed and snatched the camouflage material and handed it to the naked, teen he picked up after her shift working the bar at Applebee’s the previous night.

“Yee-haw!” she wailed, pantomiming a rodeo, waving the soldiers thin hat in the air. With the other hand she cruelly clawed at his skin which enthralled the young man intensely. Read more »

Singapore Party Girls [FFM]

Shirley popped open the wallet and it was stuffed full of one-hundred dollar Singaporean notes. The beautiful dull orange and tan cash was pressed together in a manner where it could only have come from a bank as those notes had never known a life not pressed, lovingly, into their current neighbor. Thumbing through the fat stack without removing them from the expensive wallet, Shirley estimated there was no less than to fifty of them. Quickly tallying up the gift, between the two beautiful items and the cash, Shirley estimated her present from Khet was at least fifteen-thousand dollars, maybe even more.

“Thank you!” Shirley squealed, over and over in excited Mandarin.

Smiling, Angelina took the purse out of Shirley’s tight grip and placed it back on the table next to her own. Then she held Shirley by the hand and walked her up to Khet. Gently, Angelina put her hands on the girl’s shoulders and tenderly coaxed her onto her knees. Shirley was confused by what was going on until Khet began loosening his belt a few inches from her face.

Khet’s face held a marvellously pleased grin, looking directly at Angelina, as he quickly worked his fingers and thumbs in concert to disrobe. Read more »

1st Day working at a Massage Parlor [Handjob]

Candace pushed past the door of a small storefront that read “Acupuncture and health” and found herself in a tiny, empty lobby. There were a few chairs but no receptionist or customers. Along the wall, there was one glass door that shielded the other side with a reflective mirror. The door looked strong and foreboding. Alongside the ominous glass and metal door, there was a doorbell and the moment before Candace touched it, the door began buzzing. The buzzing caused a metal bolt to free itself with a loud snap, then she nervously pushed the door open. Before she was even past the transom, Candace was greeted by a large woman in her forties.

“You Candy?” The tough woman inquired with a thick Russian accent.

“Ummm…. Yes?”

“Are you or aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m Candace.”

“No, you’re Candy,” she said, gruffly looking the girl over. “Take off that sweatshirt.”

Balking for a second, Candace took off her hoodie. The woman looked at her face then her body.

“Sam was right, you’re a little cutie. Are you at least eighteen? Can’t have no underage girls working here. Show me your ID.” Read more »

Choke Sex in the Suburbs [Bondage]

Becky signed her name with a flourish on the digital clipboard while the man from FedEx waited patiently next to the three large boxes on her doorstep. She had tracked the packages online for nearly a week in anticipation of their arrival. The grown man, wearing shorts with his company logo, spent his days dropping off packages throughout the greater DC area. He didn’t care what was inside of the packages as long as they weren’t too heavy. Was this young woman receiving plates from Crate & Barrel? Maybe furniture that needed to assembled from the three boxes? He was just annoyed that he had to wear the back brace to carry them up the few steps to the door.

Becky, after handing back the clipboard, picked up each package individually and carried them inside. She needed to take three trips unlike the professional hauler who stacked the boxes like a cardboard pyramid because there was no red tape marking the contents fragile. And fragile they were not. Read more »

Lyla’s World [MMF][Interracial][Dom]

An alert on Lyla’s phone went off, then she handed the camera to Muffy and said, “Always keep me in the frame. Do a good job,” and walked to the door. She pressed a button on the panel that made a loud buzzing noise, then unhooked the chain on the door. She then rushed over, tits bouncing, to the couch and grabbed a silk robe she had previously laid out and slid it on to cover up before taking a seat on the couch. A moment later there was a knock on the door. Lyla sexily walked over and opened it for two large black men who confidently strode in. The men were in their mid-20s and very muscular with noticeable tattoos on their arms and neck. They were dressed very urban stylish and appeared to have money as their clothes were evidently very expensive. They were inexpensive compared to the suits that Sean normally wore, but, then again, at the moment, Sean was Muffy and Muffy was only wearing a metal restraint on his penis and a woman’s burlesque mask.

“The fuck is this shit?” One of the men asked upon seeing the overweight, nearly naked man with his dick locked in a cock cage. Read more »

Massage Parlor Girls 6 [OC]

Candace took another hit off her vape pen containing sativa oil to help her press on with her day of massaging naked men, then jerking them off, at the parlor she had been working at since her freshman year in college. She first took the job because her bank account was overdrawn, which was the result of her aunt cutting the girl off financially, coupled with a mild shopping addiction. Now that her balance was flush and her bills were paid, Candace continued stroking the cocks of traveling businessmen and sex addicts out of a lazy desire to have nice things but not need to work terribly hard to get them. She had already made five hundred dollars that day and she didn’t particularly have the money earmarked for any purchase. She simply liked having the cash in her pocket and had long ago abandoned any feeling of shame that one might have felt for performing sex acts for money over and over. That day, Candace had been particularly cruel with some of the men, using her fastest stroke to end their time at the table quickly. If she was feeling generous, she’d draw out their orgasm longer by slowing down as they ventured too close to bliss. Other times, she’d flirt with them, which, in her opinion, the men liked even more than ejaculating. Read more »

Sex in Marrakech [F19][Public Sex]

Becky took the plastic tip into her mouth and breathed deeply while listening to the metal hookah happily bubble while she sat cross-legged on her new silk rug, she and her husband had spread out in the living room of the apartment they had rented in Marrakech. She held the smoke in her lungs for a moment and could hear the beating of her heart and bustling noise on the streets a few stories below. Tilting her head back, she blew the hashish infused smoke into the air and watched it swirl around the smooth Tadelakt walls.

Suppressing her cough, she passed the passed the hose to Arn and rose to her feet while her head swam. Walking to the balcony, she held the cool metal rail with her hands and looked out at the living city that had stood for nearly a thousand years. Breathing deeply, she took in the smells of roasting spiced meats and exhaust from cars that were not held to any emission standards. They were a few stories up but she still felt as if she was still standing in the marketplace. Read more »