Trying new things [MF] #fdom #lightbondage #non-fiction

From some of my previous postings, you know I’ve been having fun with a married woman, who’s hubby doesn’t want to fuck her like she wants or needs. Someone has to, so why not me? Hehe. She’s kinky as hell, and we’ve talked about all sorts of things to do together, one of which was me being tied up and used. She’s usually quite submissive and revels in being fucked hard and used, but I’ve been branching out a bit since splitting from my wife and the very vanilla bedroom, which died out a long time ago. So, Tuesday she pops over just after 10am for some fun before we both go back to work the next day after Xmas.

She comes in, orders me onto the bed, and proceeds to pull out two 10m lengths of rope – this is special rope for tying folk up, she says, and was bought for something else, but since it was handy and all. She ties up my hands to the headboard, then my feet, spread-eagled, and makes sure I can’t move or get out easily. Then she starts to strip.

Morning Sext Today [FM]

So this morning, texting my married FWB, I’m in bed doing trying to force myself to get up and out of bed, while she’s working from home, and tells me she has a full day of meetings on the webcam with colleagues. My mind got into gear, knowing the little slut that she is, figured I could torture her a bit. I’m B, she’s A.

B: Meeting started?

A: Yeah

A: It’s very complicated 😂

B: I’ll bet

B: So imagine I’m under the desk

B: Pushing your legs apart

A: That sounds good

B: Rubbing my hands up and down the inside of your legs

B: Getting close to your pussy, grazing it

A: Yup

B: I’m going to kiss up your inside leg, towards your wet cunt

B: Kiss just outside your pussy, slowly

B: Then go to your other leg and kiss my way along again, away from your hot, wet hole

A: You’re torturing me

B: I know

B: I’m going to lick up your leg again, my head getting closer, and closer to your sweet juices

A: Please

Young MILFs are still MILFs, right? [MF]

Inspired by a Redditor I had a conversation with.

I was 19, spending a few months at home during summer after my first year at Uni, trying to do whatever summer work I can get to fund cheap drinking when I go back to halls in a few months. One of the things I started doing, by accident really, was gardening for my parent’s neighbours. Most of them were 45+, some of them even over 60 and heading towards retirement, but they were all working and happy to have a young guy take care of their basic gardening while they were working so they could spend their weekends relaxing themselves.

I was quite fit back then. Trying to save money at Uni means eating the essentials and saving money for beer. Thankfully I avoided the dreaded beer belly by working out at the subsidised gym, one of the few advantages of student life, so although I wasn’t hugely muscled or anything, I had a decent physique. I’d had a few flings in my year away, halls was great for that, and was getting to know how to make a girl squirm in a good way.

Bathroom Quickie [MF]

A tall, sexy woman comes up to me in a bar, leans in close, and says “I want you. Now. Follow me. Bathroom, ” and strides away. I wait a moment to make sure I picked her up correctly, then hustle off my seat and follow her to the restrooms.

She has slowed to make sure I’m on the way, then nods towards the ladies’ room and goes in. I follow, thankfully no other women are in there, and she walks to the stall at the end, glancing back at me as she goes in. I go to the stall, and she motions me in, and I lock the door behind me.

“Say nothing, ” she says as she kisses me and immediately starts undoing my jeans and reaching inside for my rapidly growing cock. My hands reach down to her ass, pulling her closer, and slowly pulling up her dress so I can feel her bare ass, realising as I do, she’s not wearing any panties. I reach behind, in between her legs, and feel her already wet pussy and try to slip a finger inside. She stops me, “No, just this, ” she says, pulling on my dick. With that, she spits on her hand, wraps it around my cock to wet it, then leans back against the wall, placing a foot on the toilet and pulling my cock head to her pussy lips. “Fuck me, now, ” she whispers in my ear as she pulls me closer.

NFL Sundays in Scotland [MF] (Story Request)

So I’ve been hooking up with a married woman for a wee bit (yes, I have shared details, check my history) and she’s come to know of my love of the NFL, and requested a story that we may or may not be able to act out sometime. For the US-based, games kick off at 6pm here, and the pubs close on Sundays around 11-11.30pm.

Me and the guys were hanging out in a Glasgow bar that shows NFL live last weekend, grabbing some food and guzzling the beers as we always do. We’re spread out a bit, but always try to get together once a season to shoot the shit and slag each others’ teams off in person instead of the group chat. We don’t tend to have US-style sports bars here, but there’s a couple of bars that put the games on all the TVs during the season, as they know they’ll get folk in who want to spend a Sunday together with beers, etc, especially after a year with no get-togethers due to COVID. So this was the first time we’d seen each other like this for 2 years.

Asked to be a Bull [MF]

I answered a post on here from a couple looking for a bull. After some back and forth, a few pics have been exchanged and I’m hoping to get something in the diary soon. The question came up about what I’d like to happen, so this is a story for the lady, how I’d see things playing out…

I knock on the door, wearing jogging bottoms and a t-shirt, for easy access. As arranged, you answer the door wearing some explosive lingerie, matching bra, panties and stockings, with some high heels to finish off the look, your curly hair hanging down just past your shoulders with just a little makeup that we’re going to mess up anyway. You greet me with a kiss and a glass of whisky – single malt, no ice, as it should be – and lead me to the sofa to sit down, picking up your own glass of wine as you snuggle close to me.

Your boyfriend is sitting in a chair by himself, jeans and a polo shirt on, and says hi. He has his own glass of whisky, and sits there with a smile on his face. I turn my attention back to the lady of the house. You’re 5’6″, slim but with curves, with lovely breasts – not too big, good handfuls though – and a nice firm ass, especially in that underwear.

The Sleepover (Part 2) [MFFFFMm] [Group] [Long]

This was too long to copy/paste and edit, hope this is okay to link

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/pa7llf/the_sleepover_part_1_mffffmm_group_long/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/pa7q8p/the_sleepover_part_2_mffffmm_group_long/)

The Sleepover (Part 2) [MFFFFMm] [Group] [Long]

Part 1 posted already, can’t link or this gets taken down automatically, sorry.

At that point, the mood was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was around 1am, so we had no idea who the hell it could have been. The girls on the sofa stopped what they were doing, looking at us. Then Jonah, from the chair, spoke up. “That’ll be Martin, here to pick me up.”

Becky didn’t hesitate and strode over to the door to let him in, naked and all. As I realised we all were, even poor Jonah. “You’re going nowhere until I find out if your family is cursed with small penises all round,” she called as she went. She opened the door and stood behind it to let Martin come in.

“Hey Becky, Jonah said to come get him, he wasn’t feeling good…” He trailed off as he walked to the lounge and saw us all buck naked, then Becky came in from behind him and rested against the back of the sofa to face him. His brother’s girlfriend was standing in front of him, naked and not seeming bothered about it at all, and as I said, she’s gorgeous and smelling of sex from the night’s activities. And there were 3 other naked girls in the room, all of them sweaty and messy, it was obvious what was going on. Martin’s sweatpants started tenting almost immediately, but Becky pretended not to notice.

The Sleepover (Part 1) [MFFFFMm] [Group] [Long]

A few weeks ago, a Reddit user asked for a story, gave me the basics, was specific about some things (names and relationships) but let me run wild with the rest. I wanted to give him credit, but he’s gone quiet, so I’ve changed the names to avoid any offence. Oh, and he wanted it long, so I have to split over 2 parts.

To the guy who requested, you know who you are, hope you like it mate.

I was dating this girl called Hannah, we weren’t too serious but had gotten physical a few times, enough to be booty call to each other, etc. One time she tells me her friend Becky is having a bit of a party, private thing, her parents are out of town and she has the house to herself, so had invited a few of her close friends over. No Project-X deal, just a quiet-ish night, except the girls were to bring their boyfriends for company – I didn’t fit that category but I had nothing else planned so Hannah wanted me to come. There were enough bedrooms for us all so wasn’t like we’d have to be on top of each other or anything, and it’d be nice to have a night where we didn’t have to worry about our roommates or parents interrupting our night-time fun.

All Tied Up [MF] [Fdom]

Dave woke up slowly, not sure where he was or how he got there. He was a little groggy, and as he came around he realised he was sitting up, and a little cold. The carpet felt good between his toes though…

“Wait a minute,” he thought as he regained his senses. “Am I naked?” He looked down, his eyes starting to adjust to the small amount of light coming through. He realised that he was not only naked, and was indeed sitting up, but he was tied to the chair he was sitting in. He struggled a little, trying to see how well the ropes were tied, but it was no use, he was going nowhere.

He looked around the room quickly, trying to figure out where he was. The curtains were drawn and the light was dim, so he couldn’t tell where in town he was. He knew he was in someone’s living room; he could make out a couch and TV, a few pictures too but he couldn’t tell what or who they were of. This could be anywhere.