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Zoe’s bartending training Part 2. [MM/F]

As she walked home that night Zoe was thinking to herself that she wasn’t sure if she could take another caning and she was also worried what Tom would say when he saw the marks on her back side. When Zoe was working at the Bar, Tom would go to the bowling alley with friends and always came home in the mood for a fuck. Normally, this was something Zoe looked forward to, but tonight was different.

When Zoe got home Tom was as horny as ever, there had been a birthday and someone had arranged a stripper. This combined with Zoe’s schoolgirl outfit meant that he was more than ready to have some fun. After some clumsy foreplay Zoe stripped down to her black lacy underwear and dropped to her knees in front of Tom and tried to slow things down by taking him in her mouth. But despite Zoe swallowing his load, Tom was still hard and he pushed Zoe back onto the bed and shuffled between her legs. He pulled her panties aside and he roughly forced himself inside her. Zoe hoped in this position Tom wouldn’t be able to see her well caned bottom as he vigorously fucked her. But Tom had other plans and he turned her over, pulling her onto her knees so he could do her from behind. Read more »

Zoe’s bartending training. [M/F]

Zoe was devastated when she lost her job due to Covid from the local factory, where she had worked as an office secretary since leaving high school. It was all she’d known for the last 9 years, and now she found herself just turned 27, unemployed with no savings and a sizeable credit card bill to unforseen medical bills.

After a fruitless morning at the unemployment office, she was walking dejectedly back through town towards her car. When in the window of one of the more trendy bars, she saw a poster advertising for bar staff. Zoe couldn’t believe her luck. She often frequented the bar in the evenings, and getting a job there would be the coolest thing ever!

After a short interview with the bar manager called Dave, where Zoe lied about her bar experience, she was offered the job, starting that coming Saturday. Zoe was thrilled and spent the rest of the afternoon on Facebook bragging to her friends about her new job. Read more »

Babe, I’m in a hurry… (M/FF)

I came home from work covered in dirt and running late. Between work, the gym, working on the house and keeping up with the guys, I was swamped. One little thing could ruin the schedule for the whole day. Today wasn’t bad, but the last customer we had ended up taking us longer than we thought and now I was running late for my gaming session. I threw my stuff down by the door and hurried upstairs to take a shower.

I stripped my shirt and undershirt off on my way up the stairs and half walked and half hopped my way into the bedroom as I was untying my boots. I threw everything in the hamper and sprayed my boots with odor killer and put those in the closet.

“Hey there, sexy,” Nadine said from our bed. She was reading a book.

“Hey, sweets,” I said, giving her a quick kiss. “Sorry, I’m running late.”

“Aw. And here you are all naked. And smelling horrible. Go shower, stinky,” she said, swatting my ass with her book. I shook it a couple of times and ran off. Read more »

A pizza delivery leads to being held captive. M/F

At one point in my life I had dreams of enlisting into the military but certain circumstances didn’t allow for that to happen. I had recently graduated high school and I took a part time job delivering pizzas.

“Watch out for those lonely housewives,” my girlfriend Molly would tease.Little did we know those words would be so prophetic.

It started like all such life changing days do, as a typical day no different than any other. It stayed that way till the end of my shift. I was delivering a pie to a freshly built enclave of McMansions just outside of town. Candlewick Lake was being sold as an out of the way place for the lower upper class to show off their wealth. At the time of my visit most of the homes had been sold but only one was finished and occupied. That was my destination that evening.

I rang the doorbell and waited.

“Coming!” a woman called.

I waited for a few more minutes eventually checking my phone.

“Be right there!” Read more »

Filled full. (M/f)

You have been such a good girl. I decide it is my turn to pleasure you tonight, you are to just sit back and enjoy. I whisper into your ear, with a smile and toss of your short brown curls you run to the bedroom and jump on the bed.

When I catch up you are sitting against the headboard, a tight white cotton top holding your full round breast tightly to your chest. You legs and bottom are bare, your knees are up waiting for me. The lights are off and a couple candles are lit on the table. I laugh at how quick and efficient you can be when properly motivated.

I get up on the bed and move to kneel between your legs. I kiss your legs, rubbing your calfs and feet gently. I whisper to you, telling you what a good girl your have been, how beautiful you are, how sexy you are and how much you turn me on. Read more »

Master’s Slave. (M/F)

You don’t know how you ended up in this position- naked, chained to your bed, blindfolded.

You don’t know who is responsible for it, if its your friends having fun with you after last nights party in which you are fairly sure you passed out in the living room, on the coffee table. Or if this is the work of HIM.

You don’t know if you’re alone, you hear voices and laughter but it could be the television. Once again left on from the party.

Alone in the room, you shake. Questions fly through your head. You are vaguely aware of a light though you more feel it than see it. Footsteps come through the room, they start at the door, make their way to the foot of your bed, and stop cold.

You feel eyes gazing down upon your naked body. You shiver and feel your pussy give away your true feelings. Though you are scared, but you are also excited.

“Who….. are you?” You whispher.

A voice, very close to your ear, though the body has not moved from the base of the bed, says, “I am your Master now.” Read more »

My wife’s friend Laura. (Part 1. MFF)

My wife, Sara, and Laura were friends who’d met at the gym. Laura had recently ended a relationship with her latest beau and Sara was being especially solicitous towards her. Laura is an attractive redhead and, when Sara brought her home from their workout one evening, I was more than a little happy to meet her.

Together they rustled up a quick but nonetheless tasty meal. After a few glasses of wine the talk at the table was very relaxed and eventually became progressively more risqué. It seemed that Laura was clearly flirting with both Sara and myself. After clearing away the dishes etc, we took our recharged wine glasses through into our sitting area and flopped onto the couch, Laura clearly seating herself between Sara and myself.

Somehow the conversation got onto the subject of whether a man could touch a woman’s body with the same degree of sensitivity shown by another woman. At which point Sara reached out and, looking directly at her, touched Laura’s shoulders before moving on to make contact with her breasts. Read more »

Your breath in my hands. [M/F]

I hold you wrapped in
the garrote of my hands,
I hold you captive in the
cage of my fingers.

desperate, you tug and pull,
struggling in your flight,
the darkness of my practiced hands
suffocate you into bliss

you fight for a thin breath,
you tremble and heave
and tatter the air with
your desperate jagged gasps.

I hold your golden air
in my throttling hands,
I hold your fragile light
twisted around smothering fingers.

you curl and thrash and pull,
desperate for rapture,
then, in the final moment,
you placidly slip away

trapped in the snare of
my flesh,
I pulled the light from
your chest
and cast you adrift,
your heart leaked away,
your lust sluiced out
into a throbbing sky
of blackened flames
and hollowed stars,

my throttling hands,
the tender ligature of my love
carried you out of yourself,
beyond your prison of flesh
to the exploding center
of your forbidden thirst.

my knowing hands
unravel you, spill you
out to the dark. the ropes
of my body choke heaven
into your eyes,
then in the golden moment
I coil you back. Read more »

a teasing experience (M/F)

“Can you feel that?”

I growled into your ear, my voice low and sinister, and making you shiver in response. I had you pinned face down on the bed, holding you by the back of the neck, my very hard and aroused cock pressed against yourass. There was this primal heat coming off of My body and soaking into yours where we touched…. this palpable energy tinged with lust and need and it was intertwining with My own need, My own lust. You moaned loudly into the mattress, aroused beyond belief by Me, by My dominance, by the unleashed quality of My actions. It was overwhelming you, filling you, fueling your own lust until it became this palpable, powerful thing between us, building and building to a point of no return.

I had My other hand gripped the waistband of your skirt and yanked it roughly down your legs, exposing yourself to me. Read more »

A sub gets spanked. (M/F)

She loved getting new lingerie.

She really loved how much it pleased her partner to see her in it. She smiled and pulled the garment from the bag, shaking the fabric loose, watching it softly fall into place. The bright red, satin ribbons starkly accent the sheer black lace of the baby doll top. The matching red satin thong falls free, landing on the bed.

She looks at her body in the mirror. Pushing her small breasts up a little, she wishes they were just a bit bigger. But, at 25, she figures they’re not too bad, besides, he seems to like them and that’s all that matters.

She slips her left foot in through the soft fabric of the thong, the right foot follows, and she pulls the garment up over her hips. The feel of the satin between the cheeks of her ass is mildly erotic, providing slight sensations of pleasure to heighten her already sensual mood. She ran her hands down her tummy and over her mound, feeling the heat beginning to rise. She quickly removes her hands, not wanting to moisten the fabric before he even gets to see it. She slipped the negligee over her head, letting it fall gently down her body, the thin straps landing softly on her shoulder. The lace against her nipples causes them to harden immediately, a fact that cannot be hidden behind the sheerness of the fabric. She checks herself in the mirror and smiles, hoping he’ll like what he sees. Read more »