Author: SecurityWilling5551

The Paint Job [bbw] [femdom] [f4m] [male, age 20] [female, age 45]

“Dude, please! I need your help!”

It was Kevin. At least, that’s what we called him at the college. He had migrated over to the states from somewhere over in Europe, so Keveon was his actual name. But, being the lazy assholes we were, me and my other buddies had just kind of Americanized it.

“What’s up, man?” I asked groggily. What the hell time was it anyway?

“Sorry for calling you so early,” Kev said. “But I’m really in a bind here.”

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be in Mexico?”

“Yeah, I’m here. In Cancun. It’s great, man!”

“Then, what’s the problem?”

“It’s my aunt! She found out I’m down here, and she’s coming for me man!”

“What? Why?!”

“Cuz I promised her I’d stay with her for a couple of weeks, help her out around the house while we’re on break from classes.”

“Awww, you ditched her, and she’s hunting you down like the T-1000, huh?”

“Dude!” Kevin sounded genuinely panicked. “You don’t know my aunt! She doesn’t take no for an answer.” Read more »

Undercover Alphas (or so we hoped) [gay] [M4M] [all characters are 18+]

****** All characters in this work of fiction are over the age of 18 and completely made up for my pleasure. ********

Mind wiping. It changed the spy business forever. CIA. FBI. KGB. Whatever. Once the technology was in place, anyone could be a spy.

High school dropout. Homeless guy on the street. Hell, even your damn grandma.

Just as long as you could put yourself in the right place at the right time. Get the intel and get the hell outta there.

Later, they’d just wipe out specific parts of your memory, flush whatever you’d learned out of your brain. Gone were the days where spies were assassinated for knowing too much. At the end of the job, no one knew anything except for those who needed to know.

Of course, this changed police work too. Undercover jobs were pretty much all freelanced out to civilians who would get the intel for a competitive price, then forget everything.

And that’s how I found myself at Cisco’s Bath Parlor. I was replacing a guy whose identity had been compromised. Apparently, there was a pretty big drug ring going on here behind the scenes, and it was my job to get names and fast before the operation relocated. Read more »

Three Mom Night [M22, F40-ish] [FFFM] [MILF]

“BEER RUN!” the guys shouted in unison.

“Who’s going?”

Before I could respond, my five guy friends piled out of the beach house and down to a little Ford Ranger truck.

I tried to race after them, but I was way too late. By the time I reached them, they had already packed inside and were doing donuts in the driveway.

“Oh c’mon guys, let me in!” I yelled, flailing my arms for them to stop.

“Sorry, no room!” one of them yelled.

“Snooze, you lose!” came another.

And then, they were peeling out of the driveway, tires screeching as they headed into town.

“Awww shit!” I cursed, and headed back up to the house.

Inside, three older ladies were crashed out in the living room, drinking beers and watching TV.

“Ohhhh baby, the boys left you behind?” It was Rhonda, the mom of one of my friends.

She was a bigger lady with big, brunette curls that were in complete disarray in her half-drunken state. She had a throw blanket tossed over her, but it had slipped down so low that her breasts were almost completely exposed. Read more »

The Hotel Getaway Part 3 [mf4m] [gay] [bi] [cuckold]

As my wife and the older man snuggled together on the hotel bed, I awkwardly made my way to the bathroom to clean the rest of his cum off of my face.

The warm water felt great on my skin, and it gave me a moment to rethink just what I’d gotten myself into.

Despite my deep-seated cravings for sucking off strange men, I didn’t really consider myself gay. And I really didn’t think of myself as a sub or a beta male.

In our two years of marriage, I’d had no problems at all satisfying my wife, even being dominant and aggressive in the bedroom when she requested it.

It was only recently that my extra-marital desires had emerged, mostly from watching lots and lots of porn and slowly seeing myself more and more in the girl’s position.

But I was still married, and that was still my wife dammit! And whatever was going on here, it needed to stop! I mean, I didn’t mind sharing the guy if that’s what was truly going on. But I wouldn’t be treated like something less than a man! Read more »

The Hotel Getaway Part 2 [gay] [bi] [cuckold]

“Honey!” my wife screeched at me as she sat up, suddenly wide awake. “Why the FUCK are you wearing my clothes?!?!”

“Shit,” I cursed involuntarily.

Her eyes went wide. “Ohmygod….” she whispered. “You’re a cross-dresser, aren’t you? Aren’t you?!” she demanded.

I briefly considered going with that lie, but then my phone buzzed, lit up.

It was the older guy whose room I had just left. Messaging me. At the worst possible moment.

“Come back tomorrow. I’ll fuck you again,” he had wrote.

The words lingered on the display of my phone a little too long, giving my wife more than adequate time to digest them.

“Who the fuck is that?!” she yelled.

I looked at her in complete panic. There was no lying my way out of this. No way, no how.

Numb with fear, I unlocked my phone and showed her our conversation.

My wife read it, re-read it, read it once more, then sat quietly thinking.

“So, you’re gay now?” she asked, confused.

“Not exactly,” I said, scrambling to find the words to explain my urges. “I just….I guess I have a weakness for being used.” Read more »

The Hotel Getaway [Gay] [M4M] [CNC]

“Come on in here and wrap your mouth around this dick boy!” The older man welcomed me into his hotel room.

What the hell was I doing?! About an hour ago I had casually searched around online, looking to see if anyone in the area might possibly want some company. I really hadn’t expected to find anyone. Let alone in the very hotel I was staying in.

My wife had been laying beside me, passed out drunk from our bar trip earlier. I was horny as fuck and looking for release. So, I thought I’d just browse around a bit.

The guy and I started talking. I sent him a couple dick pics, and he reciprocated almost immediately. God, he was so much bigger than me!

I explained my situation, and our conversation took an odd turn. He began asking if my wife had any clothes I could wear. I told him I really wasn’t into all that. He insisted though, saying it would help set the mood.

Figuring I needed to hurry this along, I reluctantly agreed and told him I’d throw something on of hers and be right over to his room. Read more »

The Pizza Club (part 2) [gay] [mmm4m] [gangbang].

Ohmygod! Ohmygod! What do I do? What do I fucking do?!

There were so many guys crammed in this hotel room.

I just stood there, pizza boxes in hand, unsure if I should put them down or pass them out or what.

But this wasn’t about pizza. And so one of the guys quickly freed my hands of the food while another came up to stand face to face with me.

It was pizza time.

He was a tall, muscular blonde with a rugged, tanned face. He smiled down at me as he moved in closer.

“This is my first time,” I tried to say, but his mouth cut me off as he suddenly pressed his lips to mine.

I squirmed against him, but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him even as he began to work his tongue against my own.

Gradually, I relaxed. Let him have my mouth, to use it for his pleasure. I thought it would be worse, having never kissed a guy before. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that much different than kissing a girl. Read more »

The Pizza Club (part 1) [gay] [mmm4m] [gangbang]

What the HELL was I doing?!?! Too late. The door swung open and there was nowhere to go.

“Uh….pizza delivery?” I said sheepishly, and before I knew it I was being ushered inside a dark hotel room full of scantily clad men.

Okay. Back up.

I swear, I’m a straight male with a girlfriend. But, well I’ve always been majorly submissive, your stereotypical “nice guy” type. It didn’t help that I was only 5 foot 7. I had a nearly 7-inch dick, but it wasn’t exactly beefy. Pencil dick was an apt description.

And so, with all that I brought a lot of insecurities to the bedroom. It wasn’t long before I began looking at gay and sissy porn, cuckold fantasy and so much more. All of this behind my girl’s back.

The more I looked, the more I wanted to try something with an actual guy. And so, me and her began experimenting with toys. Butt plugs, dildos, strap-ons.

She personally had zero interest in anal play, but she wanted me to be happy, so she began drilling my ass on the regular. Read more »

Massaging the Math Tutor (part 4A) [F4M] [femdom] [non-consent]

This is longer than what I typically write, so I had to split it into two parts (A and B) to fit it on here. If you’re new to my stuff, this is just a fantasy erotica story about a guy being manipulated into sex. I tried to keep it fairly vanilla but with a touch of spice. Not sure what I’ll work on next, but if you’re interested in reading the previous stories or anything else I write, just check out my profile. Some of that stuff is darker and involves different sexual orientations, but if you’re looking for something similar to this, maybe check out my IT Guy series. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!!!

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A couple weeks later, the funeral was held for Professor Stephens, my all too recent math tutoring supervisor.

Katy and her brother Mike, now my former friend, showed up as well, as did Mike’s girlfriend, Erika Valentine.

I made a concerted effort to avoid the three of them and was mostly successful until the funeral was wrapping up.

But then, Mike himself cornered me, his sister and girlfriend in tow. Read more »

Massaging the Math Tutor (part 4B) [F4M] [femdom] [non-consent]

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Hey, if you have not read Part 4A to this story, please go back and read it first. I had to split it into two parts in order for it to fit on here. Thanks and enjoy!
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Lydia texted me a few hours later with her address, told me to be there by 8 pm, to come hungry and wear shorts so we could relax in her hot tub. Nervous as hell, I showed up early, hoping I could hurry through this and get it over with.

As I pulled up, I scanned the block around her house, searching for any sign of Katy’s car. No blue jeeps anywhere. Thank God! I hopped out of my own vehicle and strode up the drive wearing swim trunks, flip flops, and a thin grey tank top.

The Stephens residence was a large oriental style bungalow with a pretty good set of steps leading up to the front door.

It was dark out, but her whole house was really lit up. Even the outside was decked with bamboo lighting, chain lanterns, carefully placed recessed lights, the works. Read more »