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Better man for her: Day 3

I woke up to her wiping me clean and when she noticed I was awake she giggled as she looked on at her work. I was already hard again, morning woods a bitch.

“sorry about the mess.” She said blushing not making eye contact me as if embarrassed about last night.

“It’s okay, why are you dressed for work?” I asked as I noticed she was wearing her adorable sexy work uniform. White button up shirt too tight around her chest since she gained weight, with a blazer over it and a black skirt that went down to her knees. Her cute little nametag and bowtie.

“I picked up a morning shift so I could come home earlier. So we could. So you could.” She pursed her lips and her legs came together as she brushed her hair behind her ear.

“make you mine.” She laughed at the words as did I which made her feel relieved I wasn’t judging her or thought she went too far.

“I love you and I’ll see you later.”

“when will you be home?” Read more »

Better man for her: Day 2

She got the day off because she called in and asked one of her friends to take the shift which her friend happily agreed to. As she was also there last night and saw the whole thing and was pissed at the manager since she was sleeping with him too. My sister woke up before me and had already done some laundry but was doing more. I knew this because she was now wearing my favorite legging shorts, the yellow ones with my favorite top for her to wear. A black bra with a black tank top, she grew into it as it used to be loose and now it highlighted her chest’s shape beautifully. Black is my favorite color on a woman after all. I saw this because my door was open and it faces the laundry room. I sat up and sat down on front of my bed and leaned against it while I finished waking up. she noticed I was up after I yawned and stretched and quickly came over and asked. Read more »

A New Friend (Lesbian) (Public)

There has got to be a good movie in here somewhere, I can’t believe they don’t sell a bigger selection. Let me check this one “Gatestar”… never heard of it. “Three aliens travel to other planets, through a device using solar technology”. The hell is this, sound like a stupid plot… but, it’s better than nothing. Focused on the DVD, I fail to see the girl next to me and as I turn, I bump into her. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you”. She looks about my age. She is wearing a black hoodie, ripped jeans, and a blue beanie. She looks at me “Don’t sweat it. I do it all the time”. I giggle a little. She notices the DVD I’m holding “Gatestar, you don’t look like a sci-fi girl. Wait till you get to the end… Name’s Chloe by the way”. “Jennifer”. She holds out her hand, eager to shake mine and I, with a little hesitation, shake her hand “Nice to meet you Jennifer”. “You too”, I reply. Out of the blue she grabs my arm and drags me to the clothing section. “Wha… What are you doing?”, I manage to ask in the rush. “C’mon, Be a little adventurous”. “I don’t do adventures”. “I think you will like this then”. She stops for a second and looks around, before dragging me into the nearest changing room. Before I can react she kisses me on the lips, in a state of panic I don’t resist and I am suddenly overcome by this feeling, I don’t know what it is, but I start kissing her back. It feels like an eternity, her right hand hugging my lower back, while her left hand is gently holding my head in place. She suddenly pulls away and takes off her jacket and t-shirt. She looks at me, with a lustful look. “Your turn”. I stand still, overwhelmed by her directness. But, something in me suddenly takes over. I pull off my jacket and shirt… She gestures me to come closer. I, lost to temptation, follow her suggestion and approach her. Read more »

Long-distance submission (True story xposted from r/sluttyconfessions)

So,, just to begin with a little context. I’m a competitive skier at a national level, which means I’m away in other countries a lot.

The first time I went away while in a relationship with my master, it was for two weeks, and he gave me strict instructions for those two weeks. I have copied them directly from the message!

Rules for my little whore’s holiday!

1. You must wear a butt plug at all times when not skiing! Wear the one with the gem during breakfast, meals, days off etc and the expanding one at night, slightly more expanded every night.
2. You must always wear sexy/no panties and only see through lace bras, and I want photographic proof every day!
3. Wear your tiny little pegs on your nipples every day for at least three hours. I want proof. If you misbehave, you are to also wear one on your clit.
4. I want you to edge yourself every morning, just with clit play with your fingers, and I want a photo of your dripping slit! You may not cum.
5. I want you to masturbate and cum for me every night. For the first week, use your fingers, and for the second, you will use items you find in the hotel. You may not put anything in your pussy.
6. I want you to give ten hand jobs, five blow jobs and let one man fuck you in the ass in the two weeks. I want a photo of all of this.
7. I want you to play with five other girls, and send me photos.
8. Make sure you shave everywhere daily to prevent any hair growing on your slutty pussy, so it looks perfect for anyone to see. If I think of more, I’ll let you know, but that’s it for now fucktoy. Read more »

Better man for her: Day 1

Chapter 1:

She’s 3 years older than me, beautiful as can be, fit like an athlete should be, c cup breasts, perfect tight bubble butt, thick thighs, tan skin. She was always an object of my fantasies once I started to mature and care about girls. She was like any older bitchy sister who didn’t care for her little brother. She always chose the wrong man to be with, always ended being cheated on because she wouldn’t give them sex when they wanted. For she wanted more from a man, wanted to feel more from a man and mean more to a man than just sex. I watched and heard her cry again and again helpless as she couldn’t care less about me. Read more »

Stupid girls run in the national park (Rape Warning)

The sun is shining and not a cloud in the sky. A perfect day for you to tackle the mountain trail at Popock national park. You drive out to the trail start in your cute little hatchback. Parking in the car park you are the only one there at this time of day. You like it that way, as there are no old folk to hold you up. There is only one old pickup park at the far end. The ranger you suppose. You step from your car and adjust your grey leggings and sports top. Tying a knot in the back to keep it tight to your toned stomach. You admire your reflection in the car window and admire your tight runners butt. You check your laces and stretch your legs on the timber surrounding the car park. You’re feeling good today and head off on the 4 mile trail with only a water bottle and a small pouch holding your keys.

You’re making good time and still feeling good. When the trail opens into a clearing, you slow and stop to admire the view. You rest on a log, lightly stretching to keep your toned legs warm. The only sound you hear is dirt bikes off in the distance, other wise golden silence. Read more »

In the Conference Room (true story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

As you can probably guess from the fact that this post is a day late, yesterday’s meeting went even better than I had imagined. No, that’s not today’s post, for two reasons: One, I want to take the time to do it justice; and two, the story isn’t over yet.

This story starts more than a few years back — almost a few decades back, if I recall correctly. Would have been the early 2000s, most likely 2000 or the first part of 2001. That would put me in my late 30s. She was 24: Dark short curly hair, lots of curves and a wicked smile that made you think she’d be a lot of fun to be alone with.

You’d be right.

The year means this started on Yahoo Chat, where we struck up a conversation one night in a regional room. She lived about four hours away, but said she came to my city from time to time. As one does, I gave her my email address and said she should hit me up if she ever came to town. She said she might, and we left it at that and continued to chat from time to time. Read more »

Good Morning (daddy loves it when i wake him like this)

It’s still early, the sun is still rising. I can feel the sunbeams slowly dancing over my warm exposed skin. I smile, just a little, the corners of my mouth just curling up. I still haven’t opened my eyes. I don’t want to wake because I know, once I do, the day has to start and that means we are busy and we don’t see each other.

I shift slightly and your arm which I hadn’t felt draped round me tightens, holding me firm against you. I stifle a giggle not wanting to wake you.I can feel your heart beat in my back.Your warm breath on my neck, sending goosebumps dancing across my skin.Without even thinking abut it my fingers gently slide over your forearm, my nails tickling your skin so softly it’s almost like feather light kisses. Read more »

Seeing what Daddy sees (masturbate) (sole f) (watching) (Daddy)

Daddy likes them so I guess I’m a keep them. Looking down at my nails I groan in frustration. They are way too long, but they look so good. I went and got them done yesterday as a gift to myself. They are almond shaped, a centimeter past my finger, and slut pink. Pink is just my color. When I look down at them, I smile. Daddy says they look sexy, but I just don’t know. I mean it’s so hard to do anything I can’t type or text or open a can of coke (not that I’m allowed to have one). I mean the girls in the pornos have nails like this and they look really pretty. Hmmm, I wonder if that’s how I would look. Getting up I go and grab the full-length mirror out of the closet and prop it up on the ground in front of my little area with the fluffy pink rug, and about the bazillion pink and light gray pillows; that I swore I just had to have. Read more »

Rub-a-dub daydream (MF)

I’ve made it to Friday morning, but the week has left me drained, unmotivated and utterly useless at work. Longing for a nice quiet day off, or just a nice quiet day at work where nothing breaks and nothing needs to be accomplished, I find myself daydreaming of a nice, long, hot soak in a big bathtub.

I picture one of those bathrooms you only see in the movies or tours of celebrity’s homes…the ones that seem to go on forever… beautiful marble and glass brick walls…. huge walk in shower with a shower system that puts water out like a waterfall… and of course, the big bathtub. Read more »