Author: rperman

Slim and Andrea watch the Camwhore [MF] [Mast] [F] [voy] [MFF]

Slim had finished his after shower ritual of drying his short, brown hair and shaving. He put on his glasses and headed to the laptop sitting on their large bed tethered to the wall of the small apartment via a black cord. He pulled the cord around the bed so it allowed him and Andrea, when she got back from her shower, to enjoy the feeling of the nice sheets without the trouble of the anchor. They needed to relax and enjoy their ritual.

He clicked and clacked the keys picking up a girl performing on camera for money. She was full figured, large breasts with dark nipples that stood out against her tight white tank top. Maybe it was just something with the camera, or maybe the lighting, but her tits really stood out as she played with a low angled camera while she rest on her knees with nothing else on but panties.

“Is our girl ready?” Andrea asked in her own tank top and PJ short combo, the tight purple fabric shaping her ass like having her dark black hair in a bun shaped her long neck. Slim always enjoyed her entrances and as she softly growled crawling on top of the covers with him, the AC causing her pink, puffy nipples to stand erect and draw his attention away from the laptop, if only slightly, stood testament to her irresistability. Read more »

Forgiveness [MF] [Western] [sm] [old gender values] [misogyny]

Sally laid the flowers in the middle of the dirt road that ran through the city. As she pulled herself up and dusted off her dress she was a woman.

“Your old life is over,” I hollered from the storefront as a stagecoach passed and the wind lifted dirt and dust all back on her blue and white dress sending her skirt billowing around her crinoline. It was all a poor choice in my eyes, weather was too hot for a corset and all that, especially not for him.

She lifted her pale face to me, curly locks of sun-kissed brown hair following behind her and almost hissed at me.

“You leave me alone Billy Holaday,” she turned and started to walk away as the wind picked up the flowers and started tossing them about from the bouquet to Sally’s astonishment.

She started to lift her skirt in both hands and chase after them and I couldn’t stand any more and marched myself to her in my corduroys and same frock coat I wore to the funeral–I paid for it I might as well wear it. Read more »

MF Gray Thong [Fsub] [Bondage] [bdsm]

You sat there in the gray thong, crouching down on your tip-toes, ass looking like it was left on a platter. So white, just the right contrast with that gray thong.

Hands tied down with rope, rough brown stock, rope twisting and squeezing so your hands constantly push those pale and plush titties up. Little pink nipples, hard as they are, bring out the red of your hair. Your face looks like it’s starting to hurt, too much strain in your ankles, too much pressure pushing on your tits, maybe your back is starting to ache, but you sit obedient just the same.

There’s a thin mattress laying on the hardwood floor in front of you. It would be so easy to just give up and fall on the soft release, I’m not even in the room right now.

You keep the position, wait on me to come back in and pull on that gray thong. You’re at that point where you’re not sweating but perspiring, skin looks like it’s trying to catch a breath on the hot day. I squeeze one of your pink nipples, I pull it out and pull it again. They sure do have some stretch in them if a person had the inclination for that. Read more »

Christine [MF] [MFF] [oral] [Fsub]

Christine had been an office girl in the old world. Before the virus and the political upheaval made city life unmanageable she had been the good Asian daughter: she studied her math, never made herself a nuisance, and found herself a job that used her brain and got her out of the family’s noodle shop. Now she lived with Derek in a very different life. But she was safe.

It had all been disastrous, the carnage and the choice to finally just run for it. She left the city and was held up, the men with guns took the car and her dignity would soon follow. Eventually she ended up with Derek.

Derek was a good man though and secretly helped the new underground railroad to help women to safety.

Her life was simple: she’d help with chores and give Derek blowjobs. She liked him, even if she was considered his property by other men, but there was a way about her mind being empty of all that math her family made her study and simply consumed with giving him blowjobs. Wet, sloppy, neat, fast, loving, forceful she was working on all of them. Read more »

[MMF] [STR8]The Girl on the Other Side of the Floor

Erin showed up, short with dirty blonde hair, wearing a tank top and tight denim shorts that hugged her toned ass as the perfect exclamation point on the end of those long tan legs. She had been dropping by in increasingly revealing outfits in lieu of any weed.

“You two mind if I hang for a bit?” she said leaning into the door frame so that her already pebbled tits pressed against the thin, white fabric for me to see. She looked like that girl from Seventh Heaven, the one who didn’t get famous, she had these puppy dog eyes that stared at you like drops of honey asking for your attention.

She had started dropping by after introducing herself at one of the parties Rick, my roommate, had thrown. Every few days she would knock on the door and smoke a few bowls of our weed and every time we let her because she was her.

Rick had just gotten out of the Air Force and partied to make up for lost time, I worked at a video game store and played in a shitty band when I had the time, he looked straight laced and I was always looking a few weeks shy of needing a shave or a hair cut or both. Erin wasn’t like the types of girls I normally saw, but she had a boyfriend. Read more »

Her Son’s Bully 4 [str8] [MF][FMMMM]

The upstairs room had a bed, the sheets were removed and tossed away so they wouldn’t get dirty. She didn’t want to get in trouble with the church. Even now a picture of the savior stared down at her.

“What do I do now?” she asked softly of him.

“Get naked of course.”

She nodded and began to remove her clothes, she had put on her work clothes before the meeting and loved getting out of them but she knew every move she took brought her closer to *it*. She could see her church out the window, nobody was there now, and in a few minutes the cars would start to arrive, the guys would spill out and find their way to her and she would take every one of them.

“Now what?” the nude woman asked.

“We get you ready,” Tony said as his hands, sure of themselves, helped her onto the bed. She was on her knees, hands tied to the headboard, with the final piece of the puzzle being the handkerchief wrapped around her head to block her view, “we’d hate for you to see anyone here.” Read more »

Her Son’s Bully 3 [MF]

She was at the pharmacy, not her usual pharmacy mind you, picking up lube and the morning after pill. As soon as she got out of work she changed into clogs and tight, short jeans that cupped her ass like she was a teenager. This act of dressing younger, of wearing a short shirt without a bra, was her finally getting to act on something she thought was locked up for far too long.

The guy at the counter couldn’t help but look at her, you could see what color her nipples were through her shirt and with shades on covering her eyes you could barely tell she was older. She could still feel it, those cocks left her hurting, but there was this good feeling that came from being a shameless slut. When her phone rang she hoped it was him with something bad to do.

It was the church. She worked at her church making sure the money worked out, nobody was going to go over-budget with her. There was a meeting and somebody couldn’t be there, they needed someone who could do the computer stuff and she agreed. It was then she looked down and realized she might need to put on a bra. Read more »

Her Son’s Bully 2 (str8) (mF) [reluc] [huml]

The ride to Tony’s home had been a conflicted affair. One minute she would be thinking about Richard, what he would think if he found out–it would mean a divorce–maybe, and the next her stomach would be in knots thinking about her son Tommy finding out. This would be a story that would get around the school, his mom was a slut, it would be too juicy for the gossip to not get everywhere.

Yet she found herself swimming in anxiety and still turned on. She was awful, she knew it, but this whole situation had a way of leaving her horny beyond what she knew was possible. She felt her whole body was a sexual instrument for this young man to play, something she hadn’t even felt in her younger days, and something Richard had never inspired.

Her European car parked across the street from Tony’s. It was a long walk of shame across the street to that dark side of the suburbs where the losers lived. Wearing her work-out clothes might not a been a good idea, she had to have a good excuse for getting out, and as she bounced in her sneakers to the door she started thinking about leaving. She could just run, this whole experience could be forgotten and denied and she could go back to that quaint and boring family life she had built for herself. Read more »

Her Son’s Bully [STR8] [mF]

Tony had finished his after-school ritual of 50 sit-ups and 50 push-ups, he was preparing for the marines just he needed to finish one last month of high school. It was hot already by this time of year and when he was finished he sat in the upholstered chair in his room, skin sticking to it as he cracked open one of Jeff’s beers. Jeff kept the place a dim-lit, quiet home but dwelt only in his room at the top of the stairs. Tony had the run of the place.

Tony was airing out, black hair pulled back and held together with the sweat from his exercise, yet he pulled up the phone and made the call. He pressed the beer against his head, it’s cold perspiration melting with his own, as he waited annoyed at the ringing. Who didn’t use text messages in this day, he thought.

She answered.

“I’m coming over,” he said cooly, resting the beer between his legs nestled tight against the white underwear, “I don’t care what you do with him.” Then, emphatically like the man of the house: “just be ready for me.” Read more »