Mircea and Natasha [MF][Teacher,Pupil][Erotic Coupling]

Master Mircea was universally hated by each one of his students. Having come from a strict traditional background, girls found him uncaring and harsh. His figure was slender and angular, and he controlled every room he walked into while still remaining mostly silent. His stone-cut profile only served to enhance the strength his glare and his infrequency of speech sharpened the edge of his tongue. A cold disposition came easily, naturally, to him.

 

As he grew older, beginning to grey, his seriousness and professionalism, he had convinced everyone around him he was the living embodiment of ballet, making him also universally respected. He taught without warmth, bloodless. He knew his pupils through his hands almost more than his eyes. He knew each one’s hips and collarbones, their thighs and buttocks and slender necks. Yet never had there ever been a whisper of impropriety surrounding him because though he was physical when correcting his pupils passe or arabesque, he was conscious not to make any blooming young girls feel his humanity.

 

Feeling the need?

Feeling the need?

 

Look down, following the length of your arms with your eyes.

 

Look closely at your hands. No longer are they your dainty little hands, they have become the hands of the one you desire.

 

Your fingers, are now their fingers. Their touch, is their touch. Their caress, is their caress.

 

Let these words penetrate your mind, your heart, and your soul as you touch all of your body with these new found hands. Feel as their fingertips trace the outline just below your delicate jaw. Following the path to beneath your chin, then down to the hollow of your sensual throat, squeezing to feel your moans.

 

Feel as their fingers follow the curves of your naked flesh to your soft shoulders down along to the round fullness of your breasts. Pausing to gently tug at their aroused and throbbing ends.

 

Again, this time pull them straight forward, as hard as you dare.

 

One, feel the thrill building.

 

Two, feel the pleasure surging.

 

Three, feel the pain creeping.

[MF][CNC] Becareful what you wish for.

Author’s Note: This story contains a depiction of violent consensual nonconsent play. Rest assured, prior negotiation occurred in advance, that’s not mentioned in the story.

 

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It was late last summer and I was sitting in front of a TV, at the end of the bed, in the room of the motel she had reserved for us. It was the kind of motel were all the rooms had a door that led outside. A no name hotel right off the freeway. She had been drawn to me, by the stories I had written and was eager to find out if I measured up to the bold characters in my stories or if I was all talk with no bite. She was an attractive 30 something year old housewife, trapped in a sexless marriage, chained to a man by her children, that she loved more than her own life.

 

Her desires were deep and her wishes were clear. She wanted a rough one time affair. She wanted to feel volatiled and used. Her only request were that I not bruise her too severely that she couldn’t conceal them until they healed and I was never to let her see my face.

Quiet Submission [True Story][M,F][Vanilla-Friendly]

Years ago, back in my early 20s, I use to work crazy hours chasing as much overtime as I could get. I would work sixteen hours shifts, sometimes over nights and other times long days. When overtime wasn’t available, I would be out with co-workers, partying a whichever local hot spot had the best drink specials that night until it closed down before shifting to someone’s apartment for some after hour partying.

 

All these crazy hours and shifts in schedules eventually took there toll on my sleep cycle completely throwing it out of whack. After working an early morning shift I was struggling to fall asleep, to get few desperately needed hours of sleep, before I needed to be back to work for my regular evening shift.

 

Understanding my need and without being asked, she quietly stripped before me, at the foot of my bed. Her clothes fell in a pile, at her feet, on the floor. She stood there, pausing briefly, to let me soak in her beauty, slightly embarrassed, as I start to realize what she had in mind, before crawling across my bed.

 

Accepting her punishment. [Mdom,Fsub][spanking][bdsm]

She has been feeling anxious before with anticipation, bordering on panicked. Silently waiting, knowing his punishment would be severe and sound. She had pushed the line they had set together, on purpose, now faced the unenviable dilemma of her own making, as she laid bent over his lap, her body nude and suspended, his left arm across her back wrapping tightly around her waist pressing her hip into his tightened belly, as her back ached and ass was held high in the air. Every inch of her skin was raised and prickled on her flesh, covered in goosbumps not from the chilled from the air, but adrenaline coursing through her blood, as her breath quicken and heart raced.

 

She worried, to herself, “I can’t do this!” as the rough side of his hand slapped down on the soft meaty flesh of her ass. Each slap made her body twitch uncontrollably with even more anticipation, instead of less, as it bounced in repercussion from the forcefulness o each strike. Her voice moaned, as she bit her own lip preventing herself from calling out, cherrying its color, nearly drawing blood, as her skin, were she was struck, began to glow with its own redness.

Right in front of the window. [M,F]

Claudia thought about David and his amazing cock all day, and had worked herself into full frenzy, so the fact that the curtains of the bow window in their living room were wide open did not phase her one bit when he commanded,

 

“Here, now!”

 

David’s commanding voice made his intensions quite clear.

 

Claudia reached for his pants, she know not to argue. The pants and underpants fell to the ground as he stared at her pussy. She knew she was already wet, even before she removed her thong from under her skirt. She was eager for him to noticed.

 

Claudia grabbed his cock and pulled David closer to her. She kissed him deeply, tonguing him and swirling it through his mouth trying to taste him. She pulled on his cock, and teased his length before teasing her pussy with the tip of his cock, rubbing it against her clit, feeling her pressure starting. Needing more he broke off their embrace, bending her over until her hands reached for the window sill bracing herself.

Amanda visits an adult store and tries the video booths for the first time. [F/M+]

Amanda was going through, what she would consider, a terrible dry spell. Her life was not completely devoid of sex, but she was in need of a man that was bold and aggressive, one that would take charge and not need to be told what to do. Lately, she had only been finding guys who over promised and under delivered, men who were timid and asked permission or worst with men who simply grunted and thrusted into her into they were satisfied. Amanda was frustratedly horny and desperate enough to try something a bit riskier, just to have her needs met.

 

Amanda had been visited a local love boutique during this time, slowly adding to her own personal pleasure chest, in a futile attempt to stave off desperation. The store advertised that it could take care of all the basics for both masturbators and couples, as well as offered some high-quality luxury sex toys. Unlike a lot of sex shops, this place was in a nice part of town, well lit and impeccable clean. Despite its clean, wholesome, for a sex shop, imagine it also host a number of video booths, in the back, for its patrons to privately view porn videos.

The End of the Masquerade Ball – The Large Ballroom – [Making Her Mine – Ch. 3]

Candy was jolted awake from her dreamful bliss with the sudden sensation of free falling. Once she had awoken and regained some of her senses, she realized that she was not falling at all, but rather being wheeled forward, on the bondage table, on which she still laid immobilized. Four burly men, dressed in leather bondage harnesses pushed her through the large double doors. She was inundated with the sounds that which previously been muffled and washed in the bright light of this large ballroom.

 

As she entered the ballroom, Candy had the strange feeling of being woken yet again, as she struggled to reactumate to this new environment, from the the darkness she had just left. The sound of a bullwhip cracking instantly drew her attention. Terror filled her body, tensing her from head to toe, while her pussy clenched along to her heartbeat, with excited energy. His warning of no safe word echoed in her mind.

 

The Start of the Masquerade Ball – [Making Her Mine – Ch. 2]

Candy felt hornier than she had ever been in her life. She had attempted to gain some resemblance of composer when she opted for a cold shower, as she prepared for tonight’s festivities, but to no avail. She tried to convince herself that tonight was going to be no different than some of her other previous experiences, but she could not deny any longer something was different. It was not the number of guests that would be using her or the ways they would be taking advantage of her because she knew how to prepare herself for those variables.

 

As she sat, spread legged, shaving her pussy smooth, to comply with his preference, while her excitement leaked out from between her leg, it dawned on her that he was the source of her trepidation which translated into her erotomania. It was not just about the earning a payout, at the end of the night, she would for the first time be attempting to impress or at the very least earn his respect. With a new sense of importance, her fingers began to traced over her smooth mound, inspecting it, verifying that it was indeed hairless. She turned on the water and used the hand held shower head to rinse the bits of hair down the drain and lingering longer than necessary, before rubbed the area a bit with a skin lotion, smoothing the slight razor burn, making it tingle, and treating her soft skin.

Making her mine

The first time I saw her, she was getting fucked by a group of guys that had hired her to strip at a bachelors party, for a friend of mine. After the party she needed a ride home and since it was on my way, I volunteered to drive her home, but I also had darker motives. When she got in the car I could smell all the cum she had on her. She had jerked off, fucked and sucked at least 14 guys that night. I know I, personally, fucked and came in her twice.

 

Her pussy was so full of cum it was leaking down her thighs. I ask her what her name was and she had told Candy. I figured it was a fake name, but I didn’t actually care, so I didn’t press her any harder. As we drove the small talk went well, and she was still amped up from being the evening’s entertainment, so when we got to her apartment, she invited me in and fixed me a drink. She was sitting in a chair across from me and she had her legs spread and I could see her clit swollen and sticking up like a miniature cock, from under her short shirt. Her pussy hair was matted together from all the cum she had taken in her pussy and asshole earlier that night. I was sitting there thinking how fucking sexy her cum stained pussy looked. This was the first time I had ever seen a pussy that had been fucked by over a dozen men, besides on the internet.