JulianDelacourt, Author at NSFW story

First Night in My New Apartment [Mf][oral]

I had just finished setting up my place in my new apartment. A ball game was on TV but I kept thinking about this barely legal green eyed blonde named Courtney who gave me her number after I installed her family’s Wi-Fi system in their house. Would she still be interested? She had to. She’d eyed my athletic build, had flashed me her boobs. I got up and rummaged around in my business file where I’d shoved her number to find her hastily written sticky note. I walked back to my couch and sat before picking up my phone to tap her number onto its screen. She answered it with a curt ‘hello.’

“Hey, it’s Ross. The computer guy.”

“Ross,” she mischievously answered. “What’s up?”

“Not much. Hey, I just moved into a new apartment. Was wondering if you’d like to come over and watch a movie or something.”

“Or something?”

“Whatever you want to do.”

“I think I can come over. Give me an hour.”

“Sure.” Read more »

An Afternoon in Eden Wild [fSub][FDom][FMMMM]

This is absolute madness. My throat became dry as I left the ride share to climb the steps to her townhouse on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. Here I am, a woman in my late twenties who left work early on the pretense of a dental appointment to play in Eden’s house on a sunny afternoon. I was waxed and washed, my make-up in place and dressed in a short champagne colored satin slip under a trench coat and impossibly high heeled strappy sandals as Eden had directed. I feel like a virgin…a virgin marching up the side of volcano to be flung in as a sacrifice to the gods.

After running my fingers through my hair to fluff it in place, I rang the doorbell. I resisted the urge to bite my lip as not to ruin my red lipstick. The door opened and Eden appeared in all of her dominatrix glory.

Perfectly beautiful, her slim body encased in a black leather bustier, tight black leather leggings, and sky high black leather heels. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun and her make-up was impeccable with her lips topped with blood red lipstick. Read more »

Confessions of a Cabana Girl [fMF][oral]

Eight weeks ago, I took the job of cabana girl at a members only sex club in a mansion outside of Miami. I found that I get tips when I part my hair down the middle and tie it off into two pigtails of champagne blonde reminiscent of a little girl’s pigtails. Raspberry glossed lips. Legs that go on forever in clear Lucite heels. Men love it.

In a bright pink bikini, my behind covered with a sheer floral sarong wrapped around my waist, I went about my afternoon outside on my assigned pool duty. Such an easy job. Provide drink service, make sure fresh towels are stacked on a table beside the pool, and collect trash and used glasses. On occasion, rub sun tan oil on a back which I did with a soothing massage. Read more »

First Night in the New Apartment [Mf][oral]

I had just finished setting up my place in my new apartment. A ball game was on TV but I kept thinking about this barely legal green eyed blonde named Courtney who gave me her number after I installed her family’s Wi-Fi system in their house. Would she still be interested? She had to. She’d eyed my athletic build and said that liked that I was ten years older than she. Plus she’d flashed me her boobs. I got up and rummaged around in my business file where I’d shoved her number to find her hastily written sticky note. I walked back to my couch and sat before picking up my phone to tap her number onto its screen. She answered it with a curt ‘hello.’

“Hey, it’s Ross. The computer guy.”

“Ross,” she mischievously answered. “What’s up?”

“Not much. Hey, I just moved into a new apartment. Was wondering if you’d like to come over and watch a movie or something.”

“Or something?”

“Whatever you want to do.”

“I think I can come over. Give me an hour.”

“Sure.” Read more »

First Night in the New Apartment [Mf][oral]

I had just finished setting up my place in my new apartment. A ball game was on TV but I kept thinking about this barely legal green eyed blonde named Courtney who gave me her number after I installed her family’s Wi-Fi system in their house. Would she still be interested? She had to. She’d eyed my athletic build, had flashed me her boobs. I got up and rummaged around in my business file where I’d shoved her number to find her hastily written sticky note. I walked back to my couch and sat before picking up my phone to tap her number onto its screen. She answered it with a curt ‘hello.’

“Hey, it’s Ross. The computer guy.”

“Ross,” she mischievously answered. “What’s up?”

“Not much. Hey, I just moved into a new apartment. Was wondering if you’d like to come over and watch a movie or something.”

“Or something?”

“Whatever you want to do.”

“I think I can come over. Give me an hour.”

“Sure.” Read more »

A Wild Night Where Girl Meets Girl [FF][exh]

At the sex club, where my boyfriend and I are members, they’re having a big toga party. Instead of tying a sheet around my body, I bought a short white fluttery wrap dress toga costume held together by gold cords. It barely covered my butt, had a plunging neckline which showed plenty of cleavage and didn’t allow the use of a bra. One wrong move and my boobs will spill out. With my blonde hair pinned up on my head and well-placed tendrils tumbled messily around my face and neck, I looked like a Roman woman ready to play. I had long lost my friend with benefits that I came with and after fucking a gladiator, I decided to look for him in the Caligula room down in the club’s sex dungeon. I made my way through the toga dressed crowd doing outrageous things in the finished basement sex room and ended up at the bar to get a drink. It was then that my eyes locked onto the eyes of a tall tanned woman with cascading brunette hair. Our eyes stayed locked upon each other. She was exquisitely beautiful in her toga made from a wrapped sheet draped over one shoulder. She began to walk towards me in a cat like prowl. Our eyes remained locked upon each other and I stood there until she was right in front of me. Read more »

The IT Guy Who Services Pussy [mF][pros.][oral](x-post)

I pulled up in front of the modest two story stucco home in an arid suburb south of Scottsdale’s city core and rechecked the given address before putting the car in park. Dressed inconspicuously in my Geek Squad type uniform of a navy blue polo shirt, khakis, and topsiders, and with my IT service bag in hand, I stepped out of my car into the blazing Arizona heat. I walked up a meandering pathway through a rock and cactus garden to the front door and rang the doorbell. I’ve never met Mrs. Pelley. Lord, I hope she’s fuckable.

The lock snapped open and a woman of average height who looked to be in her early 40’s opened the door. She had caramel brown hair with honey blonde highlights that framed her heart shaped face. Sultry green eyes, a pouty lower lip, dressed in a white tank top, pink sweat pants and bejeweled flip flops; yeah she was fuckable. She was curvy but toned with big boobs and a Botoxed face. Most of my clients have the same attributes as though having a Botox is a requirement to be a member of the same country club as their friend and my pimp, Suzanne Murphy. Read more »

The IT Guy Who Services Pussy [mF][pros.][oral]

I pulled up in front of the modest two story stucco home in an arid suburb south of Scottsdale’s city core and rechecked the given address before putting the car in park. Dressed inconspicuously in my Geek Squad type uniform of a navy blue polo shirt, khakis, and topsiders, and with my IT service bag in hand, I stepped out of my car into the blazing Arizona heat. I walked up a meandering pathway through a rock and cactus garden to the front door and rang the doorbell. I’ve never met Mrs. Pelley. Lord, I hope she’s fuckable.

The lock snapped open and a woman of average height who looked to be in her early 40’s opened the door. She had caramel brown hair with honey blonde highlights that framed her heart shaped face. Sultry green eyes, a pouty lower lip, dressed in a white tank top, pink sweat pants and bejeweled flip flops; yeah she was fuckable. She was curvy but toned with big boobs and a Botoxed face. Most of my clients have the same attributes as though having a Botox is a requirement to be a member of the same country club as their friend and my pimp, Suzanne Murphy. Read more »

A Way Around the Chained Chastity [MF][Chastity][Anal][cuckold]

At my husband’s boss’ Fourth of July party, I fell for his co-worker Nicolai. But my Dom husband, knowing how hard it is for me to resist an irresistible man, had my labia pierced weeks ago with two golden hoops. For chastity, he placed a little gold lock on the hoops to which he holds the key. My chastity lock had worked so far on this petite brunette vixen…but not tonight.

Nicolai is a tall blonde Russian who works as an analyst at my husband’s financial firm. And as my husband does business in his boss’ office, Nicolai and I finally have a chance to be alone. We met upstairs in the boss’ house, as everyone enjoyed the party raging in the backyard. He went upstairs first and after a few minutes, I followed. From an open bedroom door, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in, pressing me up against the door to plant an urgent kiss on my pliant lips. His arms pulled me into his body and I collapsed against his firmness, wrapping my arms around his neck, totally lost in lust and the smell of his cologne. My panties were positively moist. I wanted to jump on him and wrap my legs around his waist, but the lock was already tugging at the rings. His hand went for my crotch and I quickly grabbed it and led him to the bed where we sat before leaning back and getting lost in each other’s kisses. Our hands indiscriminately tugged at clothing and belts and kicked off shoes in blind ambition. His hand travelled down to my crotch again and I let him discover the lock on his own. He stopped kissing me, looking at me confused as his fingers felt the lock beneath satin panties. I continued to shower his face with kisses as my dress straps fell away from my shoulders. Read more »

The Cabana Girl [FFM][oral]

Eight weeks ago, I took the job of cabana girl at a members only sex club in a mansion outside of Miami. I found that I get tips when I part my hair down the middle and tie it off into two pigtails of champagne blonde reminiscent of a little girl’s pigtails. Raspberry glossed lips. Legs that go on forever in clear Lucite heels. Men love it.

In a bright pink bikini, my behind covered with a sheer floral sarong wrapped around my waist, I went about my afternoon outside on my assigned pool duty. Such an easy job. Provide drink service, make sure fresh towels are stacked on a table beside the pool, and collect trash and used glasses. On occasion, rub sun tan oil on a back which I did with a soothing massage. Read more »